"I'd be happy to," Ivan says, taking the box back from David. With one hand, Ivan takes out one of them and with the other, brushes back the hair from around David's ear, tucking it back behind it with a lingering touch to the curve of his ear, trailing down to his neck before dropping his hand away to focus on putting the earrings in.

Ivan finds himself appreciating the line of the other man's neck, jaw, even the way his hair curls slightly against the skin there. He's not handsome in the traditional sense of the word -- profile suggesting something sharper and more memorable than the constructed faces of the people around him. No, it's a natural striking effect, and Ivan likes it. "Other ear?"