garrulously | Where Ivan truly achieves his life goals

Nodding, Ivan holds up his wristcom for the other man -- he's unwilling to let him go far from this hold, oddly enough. Calling up the store is easy with a press or two of buttons, and he holds his wrist out. "There you are."

Look, David, he's trying to make this as painless as possible. Although he doubts he could convince the man to keep his glasses on during it.

There's something about staring at the list of sex toy options and sexual enhancements this place has to offer on the wrist of his LSPT that causes his cheeks to flush. Why did he have to be so easily embarrassed by this, dammit. He lets out a light huff of frustration at himself as he finds the same toy he bought before and selects it to order.

"That's the one," he murmurs. "I don't know if we need anything else."

Ivan quickly places the order for delivery, and then resettles his arms around the other man, keeping him close against his chest. The temptation to say something about his blush is more powerful than Ivan though but he says nothing, instead smiling encouragingly at him. "I've got everything else." Lube, really, and the desire to see this through.

Which is what David has in spades, Ivan's sure. "We can wait here until it arrives," Ivan offers, "or you can go back and get ready." Not that he knows what the other man needs to do to get ready, but if it would help him relax---

This is nice. David had been concerned with how he'd be able to work himself up enough to be adventurous and break out the toy himself. Having Ivan here to help him feels like cheating, but that's what the other man is for, helping to broaden his sexual horizons as it were. He's grateful for the hold and remains comfortably against the taller man.

"Ah, get ready? How?" he asks as he glances up at Ivan.

"Strip. Lie down. Attempt to relax," offers Ivan, hand smoothing down David's arm encouragingly. "Unless you want it all to happen in one go, which is fine. Whatever you want."

And he means it.

"I'm not sure which would be easier for me," he admits with a light frown. "I am relaxed right now." With Ivan holding him like this.

"Well," Ivan considers David's peferences and smiles, tightening around the man before settling in on an option. "Why don't we wait for it to get delivered, and then I could strip you instead. Would that be more comfortable?"

"It is something I should grow accustomed to." Even if it makes his cheeks turn a shade more red. The image of his LSPT undressing him with the same care he handled all aspects of their relationship was a pleasant one. Would his date even compare if they got that far?

Ivan nods, and settles back into his seat, still with his arms around David. "We'll do that then," he says, one ear trained on his door for a knock or some other sign that it had been delivered to his office. "Do you have any questions for me about this?" He knows the other man has to have some, and he is there to answer and support him through all of this.

"Is it uncomfortable?" he asks, resting firmly against Ivan. If they're not moving, then David isn't ruining this first. "I was worried it would be. I've never..." He shrugs helplessly. He's only be with women and never involved any extra toys.

"At first." Ivan sees no reason to lie, not to a patient and not about this. "But women and hermaphrodites would say the same thing about being penetrated vaginally, and yet that doesn't stop them from having sex that way regularly." Maybe not the most comforting thing to hear, but Ivan hopes it will do more to help him than hinder.

Shrugging, he lets his head rest on top of David's. "While my focus is going to be your enjoyment, I can't prevent any uncomfortableness that might happen -- but I need you to tell me if it hurts or you want me to stop."

No, it doesn't fill him with confidence, but he appreciates the honesty. He'd rather know what to expect than have them get started and the surprise make things far worse. For a moment, David closes his eyes and simply enjoys the feel of Ivan holding and resting over him. It's strange how right with the Nexus he feels when they're like this.

"I'll let you know. I do want to enjoy this." And he thinks he would like it far more than what he's done previous given how their sessions have gone.

"I'm glad. I will do anything I can to make sure it's as comfortable as possible," Ivan confirms, and bites back the temptation to turn his head and press a kiss to the top of David's head. Instead he stays like that, until there's a knock on his office door that forces him to get up and answer it, thanking the other quickly before returning.

Inspecting the toy in its packaging, Ivan hums thoughtfully. "This should work really well. Good choice."

David nods and is reluctant to let Ivan go when the other man needs to answer the door. So much for that lasting longer though he's sure his LSPT will indulge him afterwards if he requests it. He knows where they need to go next and he stands, awkwardly eyeing the partition that blocks off the section of the bedroom

"Thank you, I followed your recommendations. How should we start?"

"Well first," he gestures with the box, leading David back to that part of the room as he does so, "we get this out of the packaging so we don't have to fumble with it later." That takes only a few seconds, and Ivan gestures for David to stand by the bed while he finishes gathering the supplies that they need and setting them on the bedside table.

And then, turning back to David, he gives the other man a warm grin. "Do I have your permission to kiss you? Because I have an idea how to start that involves that. But don't worry -- we can do this without that. All you have to do is be receptive and tell me what you do and don't like."

Already they've it farther with the toy than David has on his own time. He's eyeing everything Ivan gathers as he stands off to the side of the bed. Should he be undressing? Or anything? Good god, he's never done this with a woman much less a man before.

He's thankful when Ivan cuts into his nervous thoughts. "Yes, I'd like that," he admits. "I think kissing would help me relax." Which is what he desperately needs to do if they're to continue.

"Alright," Ivan says, before reaching out to pull the other man into a warm embrace, one hand settling on his chest while the other slides into his hair. "Remember -- all you have to do is tell me to stop." Which is the only thing he says before kissing him, warm and inviting and with no small amount of skill. He doesn't demand anything from the other man with the kiss, coaxing David's lips open with his own before deepening it with his tongue.

At the same time he's distracting him with a kiss, his hand is busy -- pushing off the tweed jacket, fingers already going to work on the button down.

Oh thank god the man was taking the indicative. Not that David suspected anything else, but it's easier for him to react than start.

A small sound of want is pressed into the kiss as he shyly allows the man's tongue to wander. Every damn session he finds himself cursing whatever had made him miss out on this for so long. He returns the kiss, nowhere near as skillful but eager, and let's his jacket fall to the floor.

That's a damn good sign, and Ivan has to bite back the urge to make it more intense. He doesn't want to scare the other man into running all the way back to Komarr. No, this is just to get him relaxed. He focuses on that, hands smoothing over his clothes while continuing to kiss, and when he eventually has to break it in order to breathe, he refocuses on kissing the corner of his mouth, along the jaw.

Once he's sure the other man is relaxed and distracted enough not to mind anything else, Ivan focuses on undoing the buttons on his shirt with one hand. If there's one thing he can say about doing things like that and undoing bra clasps with one hand, it's that most people are impressed. And, for some reason, he wants David to be impressed.

Being with Ivan gives him the confidence he didn't think he had. Academics, politics, even business he felt at home navigating, the social complexities that plagued him on Komarr. When it came to actually being with someone... That's where everything became muddled for him. Being with Ivan felt natural in a way and part of David wonders if it's from the man himself or finally acknowledging his sexuality.

He's relaxed and closes his eyes, letting Ivan take over. His hands slide up the man's sides as he grips at the fabric of Ivan's shirt. This feels natural and he's too focused on the feel of Ivan's lips to be impressed by the man's one-handed undressing.

The things he does, David, that go unnoticed.

Still, Ivan can feel the man relaxing under his hands, against him, and when he unbuttons the shirt and slides it off the other man, it's with a small sound of contentment and encouragement. Just like this, David, he thinks, running a hand down the other man's now-bare chest. He likes David, personally -- the other man might be all the things Betans find attractive wrapped up in a package handed to him by his profession, but he's capable of good conversation and intelligent.

Ivan steers him back towards the bed ever-so-slowly, again trying not to spook the man too much. He's doing great so far, why risk it?

There's a slight shiver as Ivan's hand roams and he moves back willingly, trusting the other man to stop him before he falls on top of the mattress. This part David enjoys, the feel of their bodies pressed together, and Ivan's hands on his bar skin. What's going to come after...

David decides not to focus on that, instead putting his that flit of nervous energy into kissing as his fingers run through Ivan's hair. Everything would be fine, Ivan knew exactly what he was doing.

Ivan does stop him just before he falls, and while he needs David to lie down on it, that can wait for a moment. Instead he enjoys the feeling of someone's hands in his hair, kissing him eagerly rather than the demanding he normally gets from his clients who think they have the right to him just because they're in his office.

When he has to break apart to pull enough away to get to work on David's pants, he gives the other man an encouraging smile. "You're doing fine," he offers, pressing another kiss at the hinge of his jaw, dragging his fingers across the front of his trousers. Just because.

His fingers curl in the man's hair and he lets himself get lost in the feel of Ivan's lips. Yes, coming to Beta Colony had been a good idea, no matter how things shake out back on Komarr. His hands remain right where they are when Ivan pulls back. The comment causes him to smile shyly as he rests his head on the other man's and trails one hand down.

"Thank you. I don't think this would be going well with anyone else," he admits and if Ivan doesn't need both hands to remove his pants, then David will try to take one in his for a reassuring squeeze. He can do this with Ivan here to help.

He does not, in fact, need both hands to strip David out of his pants, and returns the squeeze with one of his own -- reassuring and encouraging. Once Ivan's got them down to his knees, he gestures at the bed with his free hand. "You can lie on your back or on your stomach, it doesn't matter. Whichever you're most comfortable with."

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