"Go ahead." He nods, encouraging him. It seems too good of an opportunity to let go to waste if it means getting the man more comfortable with his sexuality and sex in general. Not that, Ivan muses, he seems to be having a hard time with it now. He should-- he should tell David to close his eyes, go back to reclaiming that fantasy because it will help him revisit the situation later, when he needs to. Ivan doesn't though -- David's a damn good patient, if difficult, but not in any way that makes Ivan feel like a reassertion of boundaries would be necessary. No, they're good.

His LSP is about to stroke him, slowly at first, one careful eye on David's face to make sure he's not doing anything the other man finds uncomfortable. "Let me know if you want me to stop at any time," he states, knowing that reading all those pamphlet and giving him permission isn't sometimes enough for galactics to realize what they're allowed to do. "But start slow -- steady." Ivan moves his hand in time with the roll of the other man's hips, encouraging there as well. "It's not a race to see how fast you can get it done and over with."