"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.
"It normally is, for most off-worlders. That or them thinking they can pay us for sex, not knowing or not caring that our focus is different." Ivan's own eyes close for a moment, content to hold the other man like this and converse. David's done wonderfully for the day, there's no reason or need to press him further this session. "But I'm glad I've been able to help, and you'll only improve in our future sessions."
"You think so?" That thought alone is encouraging and comforting. David lets out a small sigh as he leans more fully against the other man. Would it be horrible if he rested his eyes for a moment? Surely not with the other man so warm and comforting.
"Sure," he says encouragingly, arms wrapping tighter around the other man. "If your progress is anything to go by, I have no doubt you'll continue to improve." And he looks forward to it, possibly more than the rest of his clients. To go from someone who was unsure of their own sexuality and what they wanted to someone fully in control of it? Yeah, Ivan can't think of anything better to help and to witness.
"Thank you." He's smiling softly as he nuzzles the man's shoulder. Maybe he didn't have as much to worry about as he thought. The problems he'll face on Komarr feel like a distant issue he'll deal with later, much later. Here and now, he can be himself and fully relax. If he's not disturbed, David will find himself slipping into a light sleep, feeling pleasantly spent from their activities.
Ivan falls into a light sleep soon after David, figuring that he's got plenty of time before his next appointment. When has a mid-afternoon nap hurt him?
It's only when his wristcomm chimes that Ivan wakes, jerked out of a pleasant dream he can't remember but seemed to have been interspersed with the smell of the man he's holding. Right, an appointment. Ivan groans softly, still holding David as he answers it and finds it's the receptionist.
"... has been waiting for fifteen minutes, can't get ahold of you, Vorpatril--"
Oh shit. Ivan curses, and struggles to get upright and answer the call at the same time. "I'm here, I'm here-- just give me five--" He needs to get David out of his office, he needs a shirt--
David doesn't even notice the time slipping by. His face is buried firmly against Ivan as he rests against him and it's not until the man's panicked moving jostles him that he realizes what's happen.
Oh dear god.
He's sleep-rumpled, but the panic is contagious and he's forcing himself out of bed with a speed he didn't think he was capable of. He hadn't meant to fall asleep there much less cause a problem. How stupid had he been? And where the hell are his pants?
"I'm so sorry," he says quickly. "I didn't mean--"
The other man really has no right to look that delectable after napping, and Ivan briefly considers what he'd look like after an entire night pressed against Ivan's side. The thought is dispelled quickly as David attempts to apologize and Ivan finds his pants first, tossing them over to the other man before shrugging on his own shirt.
"It's okay," Ivan says in an attempt to reassure him, just as quickly. "It'll be fine, really, I'll see you next week?"
He'll just make copious amounts of excuses to his next client, that's all.
He catches his pants and fumbles to put them back on. He's never gotten dressed so fast in his life, but he's also never been chased out of someone's office like this.
"Yes, I'll be here." He wouldn't miss it for anything. Once he's full clothes and combed his fingers through his hair, he casts a longing look at Ivan. The urge to kiss the man goodbye is there, but even he knows it'd be in poor form to act on it.
"See you then," is all he says before he hurries out of the office.
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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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It's only when his wristcomm chimes that Ivan wakes, jerked out of a pleasant dream he can't remember but seemed to have been interspersed with the smell of the man he's holding. Right, an appointment. Ivan groans softly, still holding David as he answers it and finds it's the receptionist.
"... has been waiting for fifteen minutes, can't get ahold of you, Vorpatril--"
Oh shit. Ivan curses, and struggles to get upright and answer the call at the same time. "I'm here, I'm here-- just give me five--" He needs to get David out of his office, he needs a shirt--
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Oh dear god.
He's sleep-rumpled, but the panic is contagious and he's forcing himself out of bed with a speed he didn't think he was capable of. He hadn't meant to fall asleep there much less cause a problem. How stupid had he been? And where the hell are his pants?
"I'm so sorry," he says quickly. "I didn't mean--"
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"It's okay," Ivan says in an attempt to reassure him, just as quickly. "It'll be fine, really, I'll see you next week?"
He'll just make copious amounts of excuses to his next client, that's all.
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"Yes, I'll be here." He wouldn't miss it for anything. Once he's full clothes and combed his fingers through his hair, he casts a longing look at Ivan. The urge to kiss the man goodbye is there, but even he knows it'd be in poor form to act on it.
"See you then," is all he says before he hurries out of the office.