David is quickly realizing that asking to kiss was far easier than the actual act of it. Particularly when his LSP is clearly leaving it to him to lead. When was the last time he'd even made out with someone? At least a year. There's a long moment when their lips meet that David freezes. It passes quickly when Ivan's hand continues its movements. Dammit why did the man have to be so good at this? He supposes he wouldn't be in this profession otherwise.

He groans into the kiss as his hold on Ivan grows more desperate. He'll have to apologize to Ivan later for the clawing at his back and just how clumsy his kissing must be. A fact he's only briefly self-conscious of with how much is overloading his mind. He knows he must sound ridiculous the way he's moaning into Ivan's lips, but he could care less.

When he comes, it's sudden and he's practically clinging to the other man. Even with Ivan trying to hold back, David's stamina is nothing to write home about. Flushed and panting, he stares up at Ivan sheepishly as he loosens his hold with a murmured, "Sorry."