He can almost feel himself melting into the mattress as Ivan comes closer. Had the man always smelled this good? David's not sure, but it almost feels criminal. There's a small second of hesitation before David's arm slings over Ivan's shoulder. He has the man's permission to touch him, but he's not sure how far that extends.

In the back of his mind, he knows he should be doing this himself, that he'd learn better if he were. Ivan's encouragement helps to squelch the thought along with the movements of his hand. He's watching his LSP through half-lidded eyes as he tries to roll his hips to match Ivan's stroking. Which is harder than it had any right to be with how much built-up tension he felt ready to be rid of.

The sounds spilling from his lips are low, wanting and desperate. God, he hopes these offices are sound-proof. His nails claw along Ivan's back for a brief second before he forces his fingers to flex away from him. Even in a state of wanting he realizes leaving marks on his LSP is likely a no-go and he doesn't want to hurt the man. He'd much rather pull him in closer and --

No. No, he's letting that thought stop right there.