His expression is almost sheepish as he glances down at his LSPT apologetically. The slight concern in the gesture hadn't slipped past his notice and he hadn't meant to make the man worry. Although it becomes quickly apparent that it wasn't a deterrent. No, quite the opposite.

David's breath draws in sharply and he knows his fingers must be twisting painfully in Ivan's hair, but his impulse control takes a dive as soon as the man's tongue starts teasing him. Never mind that his LSPT somehow has a considerable amount of David's length in his mouth. He clutches Ivan's hand tighter and forces the grip on the man's hair to loosen while the struggle to keep his hips from moving and choking the other man continue.

He's not sure how much longer he can keep up that losing battle.