He ducks his head shyly as he moves at Ivan's direction to make the readjusting easier. Good, there was something comforting about being held by the other man. A feeling he hopes to replicate if he can manage to maneuver himself into a real relationship without fear or pressure. It may be impossible back on Komarr, but on Beta Colony...
The thought doesn't go far, not once Ivan's hands and lips are on him. David can't even remember the last time he'd had a blowjob, but he knows damn well they never included this kind of lead-up. He gasps loudly, hand immediately moving to rest on the back of Ivan's head so he can run his fingers through the man's hair. This may be his job, but David can't help feeling exceptionally... cared for? Cared about? He's not sure how to describe the emotions bubbling in his chest and instead focuses on the attention he's so sorely missed.
David's hands in his hair send a surprising jolt of arousal through Ivan; he's an LSPT, he so much better at divorcing what he does with his clients than genuine sexual activities meant for his own pleasure. They're not here for Ivan to get off, he's here to help them. Therefore he swallows the small groan that threatens to escape him and refocus. The sound David makes is encouraging, and Ivan drags his tongue over one of the other man's nipples before kissing down further.
"Let me know if you want me to stop," he says, somewhere around David's navel, hands gripping his hips with a firm girp -- it's not constraining, however, Ivan would never do that to him.
"As always," he murmurs, eyes closed and head tilted back to rest against the headboard. The man had done nothing to once make him question his comfort even while testing his boundaries and this was no different.
He shivers as the cool air touches skin that Ivan's mouth has left and he continues to stroke the man's hair. It gives his hand something better to do while the other is already curling into the sheets. With his lack of experience, blowing his mind is an easy feat.
"As always," Ivan repeats, leaning his head into the feeling of fingers in his hair. That's damn nice, and he swallows what could have been a purr before it escapes him. Right, focus. He places a kiss on the curve of the hollow of his pelvis, kisses the skin there until he gets to the soft skin at the joint of leg and hips. There's a moment where Ivan gives his next move considerable thought before opting not to get right to the point, moving down to kiss the soft skin of his inner thigh.
His arm goes across David's hip, holding him down in case he jerks. Ivan would be able to handle it, whenever they got to that point, he's sure, but if he's going to deep throat the other man he wants it to be on purpose instead of accidental. Swallowing a strange lump in his throat, Ivan looks up at David one last time through lowered lashes before moving enough to take the head into his mouth -- start small, after all.
If this was how every LSPT session ended up, David's not sure he would mind one bit. Ivan's hair gives his hands something to do, his fingers running through his hair until Ivan's lips move closer to their goal. It isn't until he feels the arm on his hip that he opens his eyes, half-lidded as he watches.
Has Ivan always been this attractive? David knows he has, it was the main reason why he had selected this particular clinic and him to be his LSPT in the first place. There's something else there though, a level of intimacy that David is suddenly frightful he may not have an easy time achieving once he returns home. The more reason he should enjoy this.
He can feel himself holding his breath when Ivan finally starts and he has to remind himself to breathe as his fingers curl into the man's hair, scared to let him go lest he vanish.
David's far more relaxed than Ivan expected, although he's glad the other man remembered that breathing is a requirement to continuing to enjoy this. The arm that isn't holding him down moves, running fingertips and palm down David's inner thigh, massaging. The fingers in his hair encourage him on some level -- even though Ivan knows they shouldn't -- and he hums around the other man, tongue flicking over the head before he takes him further into his mouth, gently sucking as he does.
It's hard to lean into the touch in his hair, Ivan thinks, but damn if he doesn't want to. Instead he makes another encouraging sound, one to convey that David is doing just fine as is. Not that there's much to do in his position, but perhaps that's part of why he wanted this. A sexual act with another man that requires little skill or knowledge on his behalf.
Receiving a blowjob had taken the pressure off of him. It's almost sad when David thinks that Ivan knows more of his secrets than anyone else he's spoken with, but with that comes trust and he's able to relax easily beneath the other man. The fingers in Ivan's hair curl, digging roughly into the man's scalp for a long moment as his hips are stopped from rocking eagerly upwards.
How is he supposed to remember himself like this? He has to force himself to loosen his grip, almost coaching himself through it. "Sorry, I didn't mean -- don't stop," he practically pleads, voice strained as the words replaced a moan that had threatened to spill out.
David is almost certain that if the other man stopped, he'd lose his damn mind.
There's no good way to communicate like this, not when David's cock is heavy in his mouth, so Ivan reaches out to take one of David's hands in his, threading his fingers with the other man as his head bobs slowly -- taking him in more each time. The squeeze of the other man's hand is the only reassurance Ivan can give that he won't. Well, that and continuing, as he'd paused the moment David had jerked out the sorry.
The idea that maybe he's edging over into territory he can't come back from that blurs the professional with the personal doesn't occur to him. He's done this before, in some variation, so why should he be concerned? There's no call for that.
Which is probably why Ivan adjusts his head without a second thought so he can take all of Duv in his mouth in one smooth motion without choking or gagging once.
The hand is reassuring and something in him calms as Ivan takes hold of his. Slightly larger than his yet their hands fit together perfectly, in his opinion. He clutches tightly almost as if Ivan is a lifeline while his other hand clutches uselessly at the man's hair. Is this what he's been missing out on all these years? The hollowness that had loomed inside during his previous, and far few, relationships didn't have a place with the warmth that was welling in his chest.
His head almost slams back against the headboard as Ivan takes him in one go. Dear god, how the hell did the man do that? The sound coming out of David's mouth sounds foreign to his own ears, loud and unbidden as he moans his pleasure.
"Please," he manages, voice strained. "Keep going."
Ivan certainly can't find any fault in the way David's hand feels in his, thumb running over the skin on the back of his hand in a question of are you alright; he can't exactly miss the way the other man's head jerked -- for a moment he'd been afraid that he'd hit it on the bed and Ivan would have to think quickly on how to deal with a concussed, aroused client. Luckily, he doesn't have to put that much thought towards it, as David manages to recover easily.
Responding is impossible, at least in words, so instead Ivan hums. Swallowing around David, Ivan pulls back slowly, dragging lips and tongue along his length until he can flick his tongue over the head teasingly. That might be unfair, Ivan supposes, and his eyes flick up to David's before giving his hand another squeeze and repeating himself.
His expression is almost sheepish as he glances down at his LSPT apologetically. The slight concern in the gesture hadn't slipped past his notice and he hadn't meant to make the man worry. Although it becomes quickly apparent that it wasn't a deterrent. No, quite the opposite.
David's breath draws in sharply and he knows his fingers must be twisting painfully in Ivan's hair, but his impulse control takes a dive as soon as the man's tongue starts teasing him. Never mind that his LSPT somehow has a considerable amount of David's length in his mouth. He clutches Ivan's hand tighter and forces the grip on the man's hair to loosen while the struggle to keep his hips from moving and choking the other man continue.
He's not sure how much longer he can keep up that losing battle.
Painfully, but not enough to make Ivan stop. It draws a small shiver from him, even, and there's a quick moment were Ivan pauses to let his breath out; this isn't about him, he never has this reaction to his clients anymore, he'll get over it -- he's sure. It doesn't last for anything longer than a half a second before he starts again, bobbing his head in shallow movements. It won't work, though, he can tell the other man wants to move.
Reluctantly, Ivan pulls his head away. Although not without dragging his tongue up David's cock one last time, or mouthing over the head of it. Right, time to refocus.
"If you want to move," Ivan starts, voice rough and low, "I can show you a way you can." It's a odd sort of shock to realize that he knows David won't purposefully try and choke him, or use this an excuse to get off and not learn something.
Ivan's mouth has him quivering by the time he's relinquished. The warm breath against his sensitive skin causes him to shiver as he forces himself to focus. Right. He's here to learn and he takes in a deep breath of his own to try to steady himself.
"Can you?" he asks, not sounding at all as put-together as he would like. He'd much prefer Ivan to return his mouth to him, but if all he wanted was a quick blowjob, he could have gone to any number of places on Beta Colony.
"I can," he confirms, but then continues. "The key to this working is being able to read your partner; like sex in general, I guess." But he's placing a certain amount of trust in David, with this, the idea that the man isn't going to choke him.
"Both hands in my hair," Ivan directs, shifting up on his elbows above David -- mouthing the tip of him again just to tease slightly. "And you're going to just, roll your hips up when I've got you in my mouth."
His brows furrow lightly. It's taking far more concentration than David would like to admit for him to focus on what Ivan is instructing him. A shiver shoots up his spine at the teasing as he places his other hand in Ivan's hair with care.
"Are you sure?" he asks, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. That sounds like a damn good way to harm his partner although his hips are already rocking slightly upwards. God. He needs more of that... whatever it is that Ivan has.
"I am. I'll let you know if I need you to stop, David. Just go slow," he says, encouragingly, running a hand down his side before taking just the head in his mouth, humming to signal him to move. A confidence builder, something to make David feel like he was doing something rather than being directed -- it'll help him in the long run.
"I can do that." He hopes. The thought of harming Ivan in any way is abhorrent. His gaze remains glued on Ivan as the man returns his mouth to him. All right, he's receiving a blowjob. How badly could he possibly mess this up? Somehow it had seemed easier before when he had been more passive.
He sucks in a deep breath as his fingers curl more firmly in the other man's hair. How is that Ivan manages to remain so damn attractive while between his legs? It's almost unfair. Never mind that that the man's appearance had been a deciding factor in David's choice to come here in the first place. There's care when David finally rolls his hips forward, keeping a firm grip on Ivan's head. Slow and steady and never too deep.
Ivan can tell the amount of effort David is putting towards not hurting him, and finds himself making encouraging noises in the back of his throat to reassure him. It's fine, he can take this, David needn't be so careful; and for a (professionally) horrifying moment the sound he makes changes into one of genuine pleasure. There's no need to let David know that, and hey -- everyone's got stories about those times they got carried away.
Refocusing, Ivan lets David set the pace, sucking, curling his tongue around him and over with every thrust he makes into his mouth. One of his hands goes to the other man's hips, massaging the soft skin there in what Ivan hopes is a clear sign for the other man to go deeper if he wants to. Ivan will manage just fine.
Oh god. How did any of the man's clients survive a full session? Or maybe they were all less desperate and not as inexperienced as David.
A whine of pure need slips past his lips as he searches the other man's gaze. The signs are there that more is fine, but--
David takes a deep breath as his fingers curl further into Ivan's hair. He wants more, practically needs it. His voice grows louder and more strained as he finally lets Ivan take him deeper. How has he gone this long without feeling this? Not that he had considered the man deep throating him back when he first showed up for a session. There's still care in hus movements, he hardly wants to choke the man, but David is focused on a singular goal that is fast approaching. His head tilts back against the headboard as he lets out a silent cry, mouth agape while he comes.
Ivan continues until he's certain the other man is done, watching carefully for signs of discomfort or displeasure on David's face before he swallows. No, just enjoyment. Good -- that's good. Ivan grins, letting David's cock fall from his mouth as he pulls away -- the other man's grip had gone limp enough as well.
Cuddling, right. Ivan had been about to pull away before he remembered the other man's request -- and simply moves to lie next to him, wrapping one arm around him. "You did great," he says, always mindful of encouraging what he views as a success. An explicitly expressed desire -- the first of a sexual nature. And David should know that he's always welcome to do it more, until he's comfortable with the idea.
No signs of discomfort, there's only a blissful, post-coitus expression on his face. He's keenly aware of the loss of Ivan's mouth and he tenses for the brief moment it seemed Ivan might move elsewhere. Was it goo form to practically fall against the side of one's LSPT? David isn't sure, but he's not about to ask before doing just that.
"I didn't do any of the work," he replies with a small shrug. That had been far less frightening than he thought it would be and he doesn't think he would have done it without the man's encouragement. He adds a moment later, "Thank you."
"It's not just about the work," Ivan says, propping himself up on an elbow so he can stare down at David, still with one arm wrapped around him. "You've made great progress in knowing what you want and asking for it." Which is a key component to sending off David Galen into the wide world of having sex. Smiling, although David will only catch a snatch of it if he's looking, Ivan leans down to press his mouth against the crook of David's neck, surprisingly fondly. "You're welcome, David."
It's a fondness that makes warmth well up in his chest, mingling with the contentment. He reaches for Ivan's free hand to entwine their fingers. God, he's never felt this close to anyone and it's unfair that it's towards his LSPT. Dating, he was going to have to get started on that soon while he's here. Maybe that would help.
"You make it easier." Even if it is the man's job. "I've never enjoyed it more," he admits. Embarrassing, but better thean knows.
He should maybe pull away. He should maybe do a lot of things that aren't squeezing David's hand in return, letting their intertwined hands lay over David's chest. But that's what he does, and Ivan doesn't even bother trying see the problem.
"I'm glad. You've come a long way, David." And done so well besides.
David could fall asleep like this. He rests his head atop Ivan's shoulder and keeps a firm hold on Ivan's hand. If holding the other man's hand is in bad taste, he trusts his LSPT to inform him of the misstep.
"I didn't think I would. Coming here was my last hope," he murmurs with a small sigh.
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The thought doesn't go far, not once Ivan's hands and lips are on him. David can't even remember the last time he'd had a blowjob, but he knows damn well they never included this kind of lead-up. He gasps loudly, hand immediately moving to rest on the back of Ivan's head so he can run his fingers through the man's hair. This may be his job, but David can't help feeling exceptionally... cared for? Cared about? He's not sure how to describe the emotions bubbling in his chest and instead focuses on the attention he's so sorely missed.
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"Let me know if you want me to stop," he says, somewhere around David's navel, hands gripping his hips with a firm girp -- it's not constraining, however, Ivan would never do that to him.
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He shivers as the cool air touches skin that Ivan's mouth has left and he continues to stroke the man's hair. It gives his hand something better to do while the other is already curling into the sheets. With his lack of experience, blowing his mind is an easy feat.
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His arm goes across David's hip, holding him down in case he jerks. Ivan would be able to handle it, whenever they got to that point, he's sure, but if he's going to deep throat the other man he wants it to be on purpose instead of accidental. Swallowing a strange lump in his throat, Ivan looks up at David one last time through lowered lashes before moving enough to take the head into his mouth -- start small, after all.
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Has Ivan always been this attractive? David knows he has, it was the main reason why he had selected this particular clinic and him to be his LSPT in the first place. There's something else there though, a level of intimacy that David is suddenly frightful he may not have an easy time achieving once he returns home. The more reason he should enjoy this.
He can feel himself holding his breath when Ivan finally starts and he has to remind himself to breathe as his fingers curl into the man's hair, scared to let him go lest he vanish.
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It's hard to lean into the touch in his hair, Ivan thinks, but damn if he doesn't want to. Instead he makes another encouraging sound, one to convey that David is doing just fine as is. Not that there's much to do in his position, but perhaps that's part of why he wanted this. A sexual act with another man that requires little skill or knowledge on his behalf.
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How is he supposed to remember himself like this? He has to force himself to loosen his grip, almost coaching himself through it. "Sorry, I didn't mean -- don't stop," he practically pleads, voice strained as the words replaced a moan that had threatened to spill out.
David is almost certain that if the other man stopped, he'd lose his damn mind.
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The idea that maybe he's edging over into territory he can't come back from that blurs the professional with the personal doesn't occur to him. He's done this before, in some variation, so why should he be concerned? There's no call for that.
Which is probably why Ivan adjusts his head without a second thought so he can take all of Duv in his mouth in one smooth motion without choking or gagging once.
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His head almost slams back against the headboard as Ivan takes him in one go. Dear god, how the hell did the man do that? The sound coming out of David's mouth sounds foreign to his own ears, loud and unbidden as he moans his pleasure.
"Please," he manages, voice strained. "Keep going."
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Responding is impossible, at least in words, so instead Ivan hums. Swallowing around David, Ivan pulls back slowly, dragging lips and tongue along his length until he can flick his tongue over the head teasingly. That might be unfair, Ivan supposes, and his eyes flick up to David's before giving his hand another squeeze and repeating himself.
He did say for him to continue, after all.
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David's breath draws in sharply and he knows his fingers must be twisting painfully in Ivan's hair, but his impulse control takes a dive as soon as the man's tongue starts teasing him. Never mind that his LSPT somehow has a considerable amount of David's length in his mouth. He clutches Ivan's hand tighter and forces the grip on the man's hair to loosen while the struggle to keep his hips from moving and choking the other man continue.
He's not sure how much longer he can keep up that losing battle.
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Reluctantly, Ivan pulls his head away. Although not without dragging his tongue up David's cock one last time, or mouthing over the head of it. Right, time to refocus.
"If you want to move," Ivan starts, voice rough and low, "I can show you a way you can." It's a odd sort of shock to realize that he knows David won't purposefully try and choke him, or use this an excuse to get off and not learn something.
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"Can you?" he asks, not sounding at all as put-together as he would like. He'd much prefer Ivan to return his mouth to him, but if all he wanted was a quick blowjob, he could have gone to any number of places on Beta Colony.
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"Both hands in my hair," Ivan directs, shifting up on his elbows above David -- mouthing the tip of him again just to tease slightly. "And you're going to just, roll your hips up when I've got you in my mouth."
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"Are you sure?" he asks, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. That sounds like a damn good way to harm his partner although his hips are already rocking slightly upwards. God. He needs more of that... whatever it is that Ivan has.
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Or at least that's what Ivan is telling himself.
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He sucks in a deep breath as his fingers curl more firmly in the other man's hair. How is that Ivan manages to remain so damn attractive while between his legs? It's almost unfair. Never mind that that the man's appearance had been a deciding factor in David's choice to come here in the first place. There's care when David finally rolls his hips forward, keeping a firm grip on Ivan's head. Slow and steady and never too deep.
It was tortuous.
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Refocusing, Ivan lets David set the pace, sucking, curling his tongue around him and over with every thrust he makes into his mouth. One of his hands goes to the other man's hips, massaging the soft skin there in what Ivan hopes is a clear sign for the other man to go deeper if he wants to. Ivan will manage just fine.
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A whine of pure need slips past his lips as he searches the other man's gaze. The signs are there that more is fine, but--
David takes a deep breath as his fingers curl further into Ivan's hair. He wants more, practically needs it. His voice grows louder and more strained as he finally lets Ivan take him deeper. How has he gone this long without feeling this? Not that he had considered the man deep throating him back when he first showed up for a session. There's still care in hus movements, he hardly wants to choke the man, but David is focused on a singular goal that is fast approaching. His head tilts back against the headboard as he lets out a silent cry, mouth agape while he comes.
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Cuddling, right. Ivan had been about to pull away before he remembered the other man's request -- and simply moves to lie next to him, wrapping one arm around him. "You did great," he says, always mindful of encouraging what he views as a success. An explicitly expressed desire -- the first of a sexual nature. And David should know that he's always welcome to do it more, until he's comfortable with the idea.
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"I didn't do any of the work," he replies with a small shrug. That had been far less frightening than he thought it would be and he doesn't think he would have done it without the man's encouragement. He adds a moment later, "Thank you."
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"You make it easier." Even if it is the man's job. "I've never enjoyed it more," he admits. Embarrassing, but better thean knows.
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"I'm glad. You've come a long way, David." And done so well besides.
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"I didn't think I would. Coming here was my last hope," he murmurs with a small sigh.
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