Good God -- if David makes that sound every time he wants to ask for something, Ivan feels like they're going to switch roles very quickly. Er. Ivan mentally reigns himself in, pulls himself back enough that he can nod with a flash of a small, encouraging smile before lowering his head closer to David's, trying not to think about how loud and heavy his own breathing is.

"It is, yes." But he'll let the other man take the lead on that -- it's about him, what he's comfortable with, all in the effort of making him more comfortable with this. Ivan doesn't stop, although his grip tightens for a short moment -- the second David asked him if he could kiss him -- before he remembers himself and loosens, still stroking fast but not too fast. No, he's more committed to enjoying the way the other man sounds, looks. Just for the moment. It isn't as if David is overwhelmingly handsome, but he's striking in a way that makes you forget.

Ivan forgets to think about how he shouldn't be thinking about that in the wake of, well, pretty much everything.