The hand is reassuring and something in him calms as Ivan takes hold of his. Slightly larger than his yet their hands fit together perfectly, in his opinion. He clutches tightly almost as if Ivan is a lifeline while his other hand clutches uselessly at the man's hair. Is this what he's been missing out on all these years? The hollowness that had loomed inside during his previous, and far few, relationships didn't have a place with the warmth that was welling in his chest.

His head almost slams back against the headboard as Ivan takes him in one go. Dear god, how the hell did the man do that? The sound coming out of David's mouth sounds foreign to his own ears, loud and unbidden as he moans his pleasure.

"Please," he manages, voice strained. "Keep going."