Seeing David automatically take a seat on the couch gets Ivan to smile as he looks up from his desk. "Good afternoon, David." He seems to have settled into the routine, and Ivan takes up his place beside him, meeting his gaze with an encouraging smile. "You know what I'm going to ask," he starts with a wave, encouraging him to continue on his own.
At least he'll give his plan one thing: it seems to be working.
Yes, he knows exactly what Ivan's going to ask and he's already averting his gaze as his hands fidget.
"I, ah, gave the toy I bought a try though I'm afraid it may have been too much." Money wasted, which makes part of his Komarran heart twinge. There's a long pause before he finally continues. No point in hiding anything if he's going to keep making progress, if that's what this can be called. "I had a good time pleasuring myself after our last session. Without the toy."
"Too much?" That's a complaint he's rarely heard before, and he's interested in how it differs for David from everyone else. The bit about not having a problem after their session is reassuring -- the man clearly isn't sexually dead, which was a thought Ivan had entertained more than once.
"Good, that's encouraging. What was different about that time?" He can guess 'previous stimulation', which just makes him wonder how the other man's going about this.
"Yes, the sensation was just --" he stops himself right there before he repeats too much and shrugs helplessly. Unfamiliar, overstimulating, a plethora of things that were the opposite of pleasurable. The toy hadn't been trashed yet, but he strongly considered it after the frustrating attempt at its use.
"As for what was different..." He flushes and his focus on his fidgeting hands intensifies. "The massage had helped a great deal." He continues in almost a murmur, "I was quite hard by the time I left your office."
Ivan had noticed that, and nods when David admits to having enjoyed it. It gives him something to work with, or at least a starting point. "I see." And he also sees that this is going to be difficult. "And it means I'm going to need to see what you're doing, in order to make a fully informed judgment, and to point out areas of improvement."
He stands, gesturing Duv to go back behind the partition again. "It'll help me get a grasp of the situation overall." Hah, pun not intended in the slightest. "So just, strip down to however you feel comfortable, and lie or lounge on the bed to start."
David freezes and stares at the man. Had those words come out of Ivan's mouth? His gaze shifts from his LSP to the partition and his mind can supply what's waiting behind there, the bed and massage chair and all.
"Here? Now? But I'm not... ready," he feebly protests. God, he couldn't do that in front of Ivan and certainly not on command. He knows he's gaping and that he should be protesting more, but every time he tries to speak nothing else wants to come out.
"If the last few sessions have indicated anything, David, it's that if you wait to be ready it won't happen." He points out, standing and gesturing for the other man to follow him. "You need to become more comfortable with yourself when it comes to sex, and making it a more pleasurable experience rather than a chore is key. I want to know if it's your technique or something else that's making this difficult for you."
Ivan frowns, an option floating to his head. "You don't have a background of trauma -- sexual or otherwise -- do you? It should have been disclosed to me when you filled out our initial paperwork, but sometimes people lie. I just need to know."
"No, nothing like that." God, was he acting that badly? He frowns as he reluctantly stands to follow his LSP. The worse he's been exposed to are his brother and father's disparaging words to anyone that didn't fit their preferred mold and comments into his (lack-of) love life. Nothing traumatic though now he wonders how much of that's been internalized over the years.
"I can't just start jerking off," he finally says as he sits on the edge of the bed behind the partition. He can't believe he's even about to ask this. "Do you... have anything that might help get things, ah, started?"
"A dose of Betan aphrodisiac or stimulant? I'd hate to break that out so early if there's any way to prevent that..." Ivan frowns, thinking about this. "Why don't you start with a fantasy? Lie back, think of the feeling you had after the massage, and try and build off of that."
You are going to need to strip, David, or at least remove the clothes from your lower half. Ivan sits himself in a chair across from the bed, and gestures for him to continue. "I can dim the lights, use candles, put on music if that's what it takes."
"I don't -- I don't think any of that will be necessary." Maybe. He's frowning as he undoes the front of his pants and tugs those off, leaving his boxer-briefs in place for a moment longer. It's not the best stalling tactic given it's the natural article of clothing to go for next, but he decides to go for his shirt instead. If he's going to jerk off in front of his LSP, he may as well go full nude.
Another moment is taken up by him standing to properly fold his clothing before he turns his back to Ivan and finally removes his last bit of covering. He's no where near being in the mood, but at least he's one step closer as he settles back onto the mattress.
"I'll try," he murmurs as his head rests on the pillow and his eyes closed. This was going to take a while.
Ivan's gaze is, at least, professional. And he refrains from remarking upon David taking forever to get undressed -- partly because he doesn't think the man would appreciate it, but also because the moment he lies back, Ivan spots a problem. Good God.
"No," he says, instantly getting to his feet. "Don't just grab it right away, David -- can I touch you? You need to lead up to it, build to it. What are you fantasizing about, right now?"
"Yes, you can but --" Two seconds in and he was already messing up. He lets out a frustrated noise as he lets go of himself and moves to sit up. He's naked and his incredibly hot LSP is quickly approaching. At least that gets something stirring in him even if he's wildly embarrassed.
"Nothing right now. This has worked for me before," he supplies a touch defensively. Not very well which in hindsight, may be why he rarely masturbates.
The only thing Ivan says to that is just to raise a brow. He doesn't think he needs to answer that, really, and presses one hand on his shoulder to make him lie back in the bed. "Relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. And then try and focus on a scenario that excites you, that you want."
Ivan hums, and drags his fingertips from shoulder to neck, down the center of his neck -- it's a featherlight touch, barely brushing. "Relax," he repeats, :just imagine yourself somewhere that relaxes you. Your home, maybe, back on Komarr. Or maybe you're vacationing by a beach on Earth. Don't touch yourself just yet, just set the scene."
Guided masturbation. That's what David's life has come to. He has to remind himself that this is why he came to Beta Colony in the first place among many other issues he apparently needed to work through. He lets out a deep breath and focuses on Ivan's touch and the sound of the man's voice.
Keeping his hands to himself becomes harder as he imagines himself back at home in his lonely flat. Except he's not alone this time. Someone's with him, greeting him as he comes home with a warm embrace, and he smiles faintly at the image. If only.
"I think I have something," he murmurs with only a small hitch of his breath.
"Good," he says, encouragingly, "good. Develop it." Coming to kneel on the edge of the bed, Ivan lets his hands trail down his side, then back up again. It's the same smooth, relaxing motion that characterized the massage he gave to the other man. "Use that image to guide where your hands go. What are they doing to you, where are they touching? What do you like? Don't just rush to the end, David. Enjoy it."
He could use a little vocal feedback, more than a hitch in his breath, but Ivan will take what he can get. His hands dip lower to settle above his hipbones, rubbing circles into the skin there.
That. That is a lot more touching than David had expected. Not that he's shying away from it, in fact he's pressing into Ivan's hands as he shivers at the touch. God, is he really that starved for physical attention? It had been so easy to ignore when he didn't have a handsome man helping him like this, which he supposes was the point of him picking Ivan as his LSP in the first place.
He's confused more with where his hands should go and he hesitates slightly as he matches the moves of his imaginary partner. There's no clothes in the way like in his actual fantasy, something he quickly fixes in his mental eye even if it causes a light flush, as he runs his hands down his chest and abdomen, nails grazing lightly and stopping periodically to dig more sharply in moves of desperation.
Which all feels incredibly ridiculous to be doing to himself while Ivan is right beside him. A small, needy sound slips past his lips that only makes David keep his eyes shut tighter. How into this is he supposed to get with his LSP on the bed with him?
The physical response is encouraging, makes the corner of Ivan's lip twitch upwards. Turns out the man's fully capable of getting into it -- he just needed a nudge in the right direction. "That's it," Ivan says, continuing on with the encouraging murmurs, "relax and let yourself get carried away in the fantasy. Find out what feels good, David, practice, repeat."
His own hands abandon his hips, and while he could pull back and let the other man attempt to finish, the image of what he'd tried earlier refills his head. No, no, he can't let him make that mistake again. "When you touch yourself again tease yourself, don't just go straight to it. Gentle, fleeting touches." Ivan reaches out, letting the tips of his fingers brush the base -- gentle and non-demanding, but categorically refusing to wrap around and get a firm, well, grip. "Coax yourself along with whatever you're imagining."
A strange sort of curiosity overcomes him then, as if he'd want nothing more than to find out what the other man is fantasizing about. He could ask him, and he'd probably tell him, but it's not important for this.
He's trying, dammit. It's harder than it should be lose himself in a fantasy when he has a very real person beside him though something in Ivan's tone does aid him in relaxing. His own hands wander aimless -- what the hell is he supposed to practice exactly? -- as he tries to figure out what does feel good. At least, until Ivan thoroughly draws him out of his mindscape.
"Please --" The strained, pleading word is out of his mouth before he can even stop it when he feels Ivan's fingers brushing against him. His eyes flutter open as he freezes and stares at the man.
One thing can be said, he's certainly standing at attention now.
Oh. Ivan goes still the moment the word escapes him, practically pinned by the stare and the plea. Something catches in his throat, wraps around his chest, and yanks; forcing a small, echoing sound out before Ivan can call it back. At least it's working, he consoles himself, trying to talk himself down from the near sudden urge to press against David, to kiss him.
Right, no, focus. "Like this?" Ivan asks, ignoring the strain in his own voice as he leans forward, one hand planted to the side of David's head as he swallows thickly. Teaching, he's supposed to be teaching -- as his fingers drag up him, teasing. He can do this, this fine. "Make it into an experience, make yourself want it." Like he's wanting now, obviously. Ivan holds Duv's gaze as he wraps his fingers around him in a careful, but firm, grip.
Oh god is his LSP about to stroke him? David's face turns a darker shade of red as his hips rock involuntarily towards the man's hand. His mental fantasy is long gone and his gaze drags slowly over Ivan. If he were thinking more clearly, he'd realize the figure in his thoughts had looked awfully similar to the man that's over him now.
"Can I...?" Is he even allowed to touch Ivan during this? A hand hovers towards Ivan's shirt as the other twists up in the sheets. He needs something to anchor himself. He knows they do things differently on Beta Colony, but he's getting the impression that his LSP is more willing to show him than have him fumble around himself.
"Go ahead." He nods, encouraging him. It seems too good of an opportunity to let go to waste if it means getting the man more comfortable with his sexuality and sex in general. Not that, Ivan muses, he seems to be having a hard time with it now. He should-- he should tell David to close his eyes, go back to reclaiming that fantasy because it will help him revisit the situation later, when he needs to. Ivan doesn't though -- David's a damn good patient, if difficult, but not in any way that makes Ivan feel like a reassertion of boundaries would be necessary. No, they're good.
His LSP is about to stroke him, slowly at first, one careful eye on David's face to make sure he's not doing anything the other man finds uncomfortable. "Let me know if you want me to stop at any time," he states, knowing that reading all those pamphlet and giving him permission isn't sometimes enough for galactics to realize what they're allowed to do. "But start slow -- steady." Ivan moves his hand in time with the roll of the other man's hips, encouraging there as well. "It's not a race to see how fast you can get it done and over with."
He grasps at Ivan's shirt almost in desperation when the man's hand starts moving. Uncomfortable is only a small part of this, a very small part that has him shifting beneath the man. It's entirely out of inexperience. He trusts Ivan, wouldn't be naked in his office if he didn't. His breathing turns into a light pant as he dumbly nods.
"I, ah, I'll tell you." He swallows thickly and there's an underlying please don't stop to that. He feels stupid adding this and his voice is barely a murmur, but the man should know, "I'm enjoying this."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he won't have trouble remembering this later. The feel of Ivan's hand -- slow, stead, right. It does feel a lot nicer and he's not sure if it's the technique or the fact that someone else is doing it for him.
The trust is key, and Ivan knows the sessions leading up to this were to help get them to this place, will help them move from this to more intense and -- knowing David -- difficult things. But even the satisfaction of a job well done doesn't completely explain the warm feeling curling in his chest. It's not important, really, so Ivan ignores it. But he isn't going to stop until he's gotten the other man off, or he tells him to, picking up on the unspoken plead in his voice.
"Good," he says, with a smile. "That's good, you should." He'd be doing it wrong if he wasn't. Ivan has to readjust, bringing himself closer to Duv and keeping his eyes locked on the other man. "You'll be able to learn what makes you feel good with enough practice. This will be a good start." He picks up speed -- not fast, but faster, offset by his own deep breaths.
He can almost feel himself melting into the mattress as Ivan comes closer. Had the man always smelled this good? David's not sure, but it almost feels criminal. There's a small second of hesitation before David's arm slings over Ivan's shoulder. He has the man's permission to touch him, but he's not sure how far that extends.
In the back of his mind, he knows he should be doing this himself, that he'd learn better if he were. Ivan's encouragement helps to squelch the thought along with the movements of his hand. He's watching his LSP through half-lidded eyes as he tries to roll his hips to match Ivan's stroking. Which is harder than it had any right to be with how much built-up tension he felt ready to be rid of.
The sounds spilling from his lips are low, wanting and desperate. God, he hopes these offices are sound-proof. His nails claw along Ivan's back for a brief second before he forces his fingers to flex away from him. Even in a state of wanting he realizes leaving marks on his LSP is likely a no-go and he doesn't want to hurt the man. He'd much rather pull him in closer and --
No. No, he's letting that thought stop right there.
They are sound-proof -- no one would have a decent workday at all if their patients kept getting interrupted by moans and gasps. Especially if they're like David's. Ivan barely holds back a shudder that threatens to run through him when the other main's nails bite into his back; breath catching in his throat again. Oh damn. He keeps every stroke of his hand steady, at the current pace -- it's working so well, after all -- but it's when the other man relaxes his hands on him that Ivan's tempted to pause.
He doesn't, but his eyes flicker up from where they'd dragged down to David's lips back up to meet his eyes. "Do you want something, David? It's okay, you can ask. You can always ask."
Ivan's eyes are darker than normal, and he too knows that he should let the other man take over from here. But he'll just ask the other man to demonstrate next time, to see if he's learned anything. And if not, well -- then Ivan gets to see him like this, hot under his hand and wanton. It's a damn appealing idea that he doesn't dwell on. Of course the other man's going to improve after this. His voice turns coaxing, touch more gentle but no less demanding as he draws his thumb over the head, "It's okay, you're doing good."
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At least he'll give his plan one thing: it seems to be working.
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"I, ah, gave the toy I bought a try though I'm afraid it may have been too much." Money wasted, which makes part of his Komarran heart twinge. There's a long pause before he finally continues. No point in hiding anything if he's going to keep making progress, if that's what this can be called. "I had a good time pleasuring myself after our last session. Without the toy."
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"Good, that's encouraging. What was different about that time?" He can guess 'previous stimulation', which just makes him wonder how the other man's going about this.
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"As for what was different..." He flushes and his focus on his fidgeting hands intensifies. "The massage had helped a great deal." He continues in almost a murmur, "I was quite hard by the time I left your office."
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He stands, gesturing Duv to go back behind the partition again. "It'll help me get a grasp of the situation overall." Hah, pun not intended in the slightest. "So just, strip down to however you feel comfortable, and lie or lounge on the bed to start."
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"Here? Now? But I'm not... ready," he feebly protests. God, he couldn't do that in front of Ivan and certainly not on command. He knows he's gaping and that he should be protesting more, but every time he tries to speak nothing else wants to come out.
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Ivan frowns, an option floating to his head. "You don't have a background of trauma -- sexual or otherwise -- do you? It should have been disclosed to me when you filled out our initial paperwork, but sometimes people lie. I just need to know."
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"I can't just start jerking off," he finally says as he sits on the edge of the bed behind the partition. He can't believe he's even about to ask this. "Do you... have anything that might help get things, ah, started?"
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You are going to need to strip, David, or at least remove the clothes from your lower half. Ivan sits himself in a chair across from the bed, and gestures for him to continue. "I can dim the lights, use candles, put on music if that's what it takes."
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Another moment is taken up by him standing to properly fold his clothing before he turns his back to Ivan and finally removes his last bit of covering. He's no where near being in the mood, but at least he's one step closer as he settles back onto the mattress.
"I'll try," he murmurs as his head rests on the pillow and his eyes closed. This was going to take a while.
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"No," he says, instantly getting to his feet. "Don't just grab it right away, David -- can I touch you? You need to lead up to it, build to it. What are you fantasizing about, right now?"
This was going to take a while.
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"Nothing right now. This has worked for me before," he supplies a touch defensively. Not very well which in hindsight, may be why he rarely masturbates.
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Ivan hums, and drags his fingertips from shoulder to neck, down the center of his neck -- it's a featherlight touch, barely brushing. "Relax," he repeats, :just imagine yourself somewhere that relaxes you. Your home, maybe, back on Komarr. Or maybe you're vacationing by a beach on Earth. Don't touch yourself just yet, just set the scene."
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Keeping his hands to himself becomes harder as he imagines himself back at home in his lonely flat. Except he's not alone this time. Someone's with him, greeting him as he comes home with a warm embrace, and he smiles faintly at the image. If only.
"I think I have something," he murmurs with only a small hitch of his breath.
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He could use a little vocal feedback, more than a hitch in his breath, but Ivan will take what he can get. His hands dip lower to settle above his hipbones, rubbing circles into the skin there.
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He's confused more with where his hands should go and he hesitates slightly as he matches the moves of his imaginary partner. There's no clothes in the way like in his actual fantasy, something he quickly fixes in his mental eye even if it causes a light flush, as he runs his hands down his chest and abdomen, nails grazing lightly and stopping periodically to dig more sharply in moves of desperation.
Which all feels incredibly ridiculous to be doing to himself while Ivan is right beside him. A small, needy sound slips past his lips that only makes David keep his eyes shut tighter. How into this is he supposed to get with his LSP on the bed with him?
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His own hands abandon his hips, and while he could pull back and let the other man attempt to finish, the image of what he'd tried earlier refills his head. No, no, he can't let him make that mistake again. "When you touch yourself again tease yourself, don't just go straight to it. Gentle, fleeting touches." Ivan reaches out, letting the tips of his fingers brush the base -- gentle and non-demanding, but categorically refusing to wrap around and get a firm, well, grip. "Coax yourself along with whatever you're imagining."
A strange sort of curiosity overcomes him then, as if he'd want nothing more than to find out what the other man is fantasizing about. He could ask him, and he'd probably tell him, but it's not important for this.
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"Please --" The strained, pleading word is out of his mouth before he can even stop it when he feels Ivan's fingers brushing against him. His eyes flutter open as he freezes and stares at the man.
One thing can be said, he's certainly standing at attention now.
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Right, no, focus. "Like this?" Ivan asks, ignoring the strain in his own voice as he leans forward, one hand planted to the side of David's head as he swallows thickly. Teaching, he's supposed to be teaching -- as his fingers drag up him, teasing. He can do this, this fine. "Make it into an experience, make yourself want it." Like he's wanting now, obviously. Ivan holds Duv's gaze as he wraps his fingers around him in a careful, but firm, grip.
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"Can I...?" Is he even allowed to touch Ivan during this? A hand hovers towards Ivan's shirt as the other twists up in the sheets. He needs something to anchor himself. He knows they do things differently on Beta Colony, but he's getting the impression that his LSP is more willing to show him than have him fumble around himself.
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His LSP is about to stroke him, slowly at first, one careful eye on David's face to make sure he's not doing anything the other man finds uncomfortable. "Let me know if you want me to stop at any time," he states, knowing that reading all those pamphlet and giving him permission isn't sometimes enough for galactics to realize what they're allowed to do. "But start slow -- steady." Ivan moves his hand in time with the roll of the other man's hips, encouraging there as well. "It's not a race to see how fast you can get it done and over with."
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"I, ah, I'll tell you." He swallows thickly and there's an underlying please don't stop to that. He feels stupid adding this and his voice is barely a murmur, but the man should know, "I'm enjoying this."
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he won't have trouble remembering this later. The feel of Ivan's hand -- slow, stead, right. It does feel a lot nicer and he's not sure if it's the technique or the fact that someone else is doing it for him.
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"Good," he says, with a smile. "That's good, you should." He'd be doing it wrong if he wasn't. Ivan has to readjust, bringing himself closer to Duv and keeping his eyes locked on the other man. "You'll be able to learn what makes you feel good with enough practice. This will be a good start." He picks up speed -- not fast, but faster, offset by his own deep breaths.
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In the back of his mind, he knows he should be doing this himself, that he'd learn better if he were. Ivan's encouragement helps to squelch the thought along with the movements of his hand. He's watching his LSP through half-lidded eyes as he tries to roll his hips to match Ivan's stroking. Which is harder than it had any right to be with how much built-up tension he felt ready to be rid of.
The sounds spilling from his lips are low, wanting and desperate. God, he hopes these offices are sound-proof. His nails claw along Ivan's back for a brief second before he forces his fingers to flex away from him. Even in a state of wanting he realizes leaving marks on his LSP is likely a no-go and he doesn't want to hurt the man. He'd much rather pull him in closer and --
No. No, he's letting that thought stop right there.
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He doesn't, but his eyes flicker up from where they'd dragged down to David's lips back up to meet his eyes. "Do you want something, David? It's okay, you can ask. You can always ask."
Ivan's eyes are darker than normal, and he too knows that he should let the other man take over from here. But he'll just ask the other man to demonstrate next time, to see if he's learned anything. And if not, well -- then Ivan gets to see him like this, hot under his hand and wanton. It's a damn appealing idea that he doesn't dwell on. Of course the other man's going to improve after this. His voice turns coaxing, touch more gentle but no less demanding as he draws his thumb over the head, "It's okay, you're doing good."
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