That. That is a lot more touching than David had expected. Not that he's shying away from it, in fact he's pressing into Ivan's hands as he shivers at the touch. God, is he really that starved for physical attention? It had been so easy to ignore when he didn't have a handsome man helping him like this, which he supposes was the point of him picking Ivan as his LSP in the first place.

He's confused more with where his hands should go and he hesitates slightly as he matches the moves of his imaginary partner. There's no clothes in the way like in his actual fantasy, something he quickly fixes in his mental eye even if it causes a light flush, as he runs his hands down his chest and abdomen, nails grazing lightly and stopping periodically to dig more sharply in moves of desperation.

Which all feels incredibly ridiculous to be doing to himself while Ivan is right beside him. A small, needy sound slips past his lips that only makes David keep his eyes shut tighter. How into this is he supposed to get with his LSP on the bed with him?