"Alright." Ivan nuzzles the crook of his neck before mouthing there, pressing open kisses against the skin. "Let me know if there's anything in particular you want." He says, hands skimming up David's side, sliding over his chest as he works at his neck.

"This is to help you," he clarifies, and not for his own enjoyment. That's the key point, even if he does think David looks fetching like this.