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."
He's talking. Ivan is talking and there's some confusion that flickers across David's face as his brain tries to process sound and the expression the other man has.
There's the permission to ask, but he still feels embarrassed. He averts his gaze and shivers as Ivan's hand continues teasing him. David isn't sure how much longer he's going to last despite his every attempt to hold out. Material for later, no doubt. A thought he'll feel guilty about when his mind isn't clouded with lust. His hand twists up in Ivan's shirt keeping the man close in a loose hold.
When he opens his mouth to speak, a strained sound of want comes out first causing him to quickly shut his mouth. Okay. Time to try that again. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you," he murmurs finally once his vocal chords are cooperating. His next words come tumbling out of his mouth, "If that's all right."
Good God -- if David makes that sound every time he wants to ask for something, Ivan feels like they're going to switch roles very quickly. Er. Ivan mentally reigns himself in, pulls himself back enough that he can nod with a flash of a small, encouraging smile before lowering his head closer to David's, trying not to think about how loud and heavy his own breathing is.
"It is, yes." But he'll let the other man take the lead on that -- it's about him, what he's comfortable with, all in the effort of making him more comfortable with this. Ivan doesn't stop, although his grip tightens for a short moment -- the second David asked him if he could kiss him -- before he remembers himself and loosens, still stroking fast but not too fast. No, he's more committed to enjoying the way the other man sounds, looks. Just for the moment. It isn't as if David is overwhelmingly handsome, but he's striking in a way that makes you forget.
Ivan forgets to think about how he shouldn't be thinking about that in the wake of, well, pretty much everything.
David is quickly realizing that asking to kiss was far easier than the actual act of it. Particularly when his LSP is clearly leaving it to him to lead. When was the last time he'd even made out with someone? At least a year. There's a long moment when their lips meet that David freezes. It passes quickly when Ivan's hand continues its movements. Dammit why did the man have to be so good at this? He supposes he wouldn't be in this profession otherwise.
He groans into the kiss as his hold on Ivan grows more desperate. He'll have to apologize to Ivan later for the clawing at his back and just how clumsy his kissing must be. A fact he's only briefly self-conscious of with how much is overloading his mind. He knows he must sound ridiculous the way he's moaning into Ivan's lips, but he could care less.
When he comes, it's sudden and he's practically clinging to the other man. Even with Ivan trying to hold back, David's stamina is nothing to write home about. Flushed and panting, he stares up at Ivan sheepishly as he loosens his hold with a murmured, "Sorry."
It isn't the best kiss, Ivan notes in the back of his head, sloppy and inexperienced; there's a level of desperation that Ivan hadn't considered in the other man -- did it really only take touching him to bring wherever all this was hiding out? No wonder he's tightly strung as he is; he can't get all of that excess energy out by getting off. Ivan shoves everything to the back of his mind, instead focusing on David -- the way he's clutching him, the sounds he's muffling with Ivan's mouth. This is what he's good at, where he exceeds, and as he feels David come, Ivan can't help but indulge in that smugness again.
But the first thing the other man does is apologize? Ivan blinks. He figured David's stamina might not be the greatest -- something they can work on -- but the last thing he expected was for the other man to apologize. Ivan pulls back, unconsciously running his fingers through David's hair, looking confused. "What for?" He's trying to catch his breath as well, forcing his own level of personal enjoyment back so he can do what's required of him -- including pushing himself off the bed and to his feet so that he can get something to help the other man clean up.
"You've got nothing to apologize for, David. We can talk about what happened if you'd like," the part he feels sorry about, that is. But Ivan doesn't think it's important right now as he offers the other man a cleaning cloth. "Or we can just talk about what you'll do differently for your homework." There's not a mention of whether he enjoyed it or not, that much is clear to Ivan.
His flush is no longer simply from their activities, but from mild embarrassment as well. Why was he sorry? He rubs the back of his head as he sits on the edge of the mattress. The cleaning cloth is gratefully accepted and he stares longingly for a moment at his clothes before deciding he really should wait until he's cooled off. Something about having the other man in close proximity and helping him had made that far more enjoyable than it's ever been for him.
"I hadn't intended to make you do all the work," he mutters before clearing his throat and speaking louder. "I have a few ideas for my 'homework,' yes." And god is it hard to take it seriously when they keep calling it that. He's certain the man will ask for elaboration, so he continues.
"Setting aside more time for it, for one thing, and taking it slower will help a great deal." Imagining today's session would too, he thinks.
"You're learning," Ivan points out, settling next to the other man. "And it's my job. We can go over reciprocity later if you're concerned about it. But it's not the focus of this thing, nor a requirement of our professional relationship." Hell, the amount it extends into it is minimal at best. Ivan shakes away an image his mind supplies of the other man and reciprocity -- as tempting as it might be -- and refocuses his attention.
Does he not like the homework thing? Damn. "Good. I hope to hear it works for you in the future."
"I would appreciate that." If only so it feels more even in some way. He's still getting used to the idea that Ivan is a professional he's paying to educate him in sex though the fact is quite obvious with him sitting next to David while he's still full clothed.
David brushes his hair back and slides off the bed, deciding he really should get dressed right about now. Before he stares too much at his LSP. "You'll hear as soon as I come for my next session." Whether David wants to divulge that information or not.
"Sounds good, David. And I'll work that into our schedule." It's the least he can do. Ivan gets up to leave David there to change -- Galactics had things about privacy, after all, and while Ivan doesn't mind he can't help but wonder if redressing in private will make David more at ease with the entire thing.
Although he does have to admit that it hadn't stopped him much during. Nothing for the other man to be afraid of, then. "You did good, by the way. I'm sure you'll improve steadily." And be able to do more of it own his own, in time.
He's thankful for the moment of privacy though he doesn't need it for long. David isn't going to take more than a minute to throw his clothing back on. As enjoyable as that had been, his mind is reeling and he's not entirely sure what to make of the whole event besides he wants to do that again.
"Thank you," he murmurs as he comes out from behind the partition. He smooths over his shirt and he's heading for the door before he even starts speaking again. "I'll be back next week."
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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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There's the permission to ask, but he still feels embarrassed. He averts his gaze and shivers as Ivan's hand continues teasing him. David isn't sure how much longer he's going to last despite his every attempt to hold out. Material for later, no doubt. A thought he'll feel guilty about when his mind isn't clouded with lust. His hand twists up in Ivan's shirt keeping the man close in a loose hold.
When he opens his mouth to speak, a strained sound of want comes out first causing him to quickly shut his mouth. Okay. Time to try that again. "I, ah, wanted to kiss you," he murmurs finally once his vocal chords are cooperating. His next words come tumbling out of his mouth, "If that's all right."
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"It is, yes." But he'll let the other man take the lead on that -- it's about him, what he's comfortable with, all in the effort of making him more comfortable with this. Ivan doesn't stop, although his grip tightens for a short moment -- the second David asked him if he could kiss him -- before he remembers himself and loosens, still stroking fast but not too fast. No, he's more committed to enjoying the way the other man sounds, looks. Just for the moment. It isn't as if David is overwhelmingly handsome, but he's striking in a way that makes you forget.
Ivan forgets to think about how he shouldn't be thinking about that in the wake of, well, pretty much everything.
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He groans into the kiss as his hold on Ivan grows more desperate. He'll have to apologize to Ivan later for the clawing at his back and just how clumsy his kissing must be. A fact he's only briefly self-conscious of with how much is overloading his mind. He knows he must sound ridiculous the way he's moaning into Ivan's lips, but he could care less.
When he comes, it's sudden and he's practically clinging to the other man. Even with Ivan trying to hold back, David's stamina is nothing to write home about. Flushed and panting, he stares up at Ivan sheepishly as he loosens his hold with a murmured, "Sorry."
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But the first thing the other man does is apologize? Ivan blinks. He figured David's stamina might not be the greatest -- something they can work on -- but the last thing he expected was for the other man to apologize. Ivan pulls back, unconsciously running his fingers through David's hair, looking confused. "What for?" He's trying to catch his breath as well, forcing his own level of personal enjoyment back so he can do what's required of him -- including pushing himself off the bed and to his feet so that he can get something to help the other man clean up.
"You've got nothing to apologize for, David. We can talk about what happened if you'd like," the part he feels sorry about, that is. But Ivan doesn't think it's important right now as he offers the other man a cleaning cloth. "Or we can just talk about what you'll do differently for your homework." There's not a mention of whether he enjoyed it or not, that much is clear to Ivan.
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"I hadn't intended to make you do all the work," he mutters before clearing his throat and speaking louder. "I have a few ideas for my 'homework,' yes." And god is it hard to take it seriously when they keep calling it that. He's certain the man will ask for elaboration, so he continues.
"Setting aside more time for it, for one thing, and taking it slower will help a great deal." Imagining today's session would too, he thinks.
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Does he not like the homework thing? Damn. "Good. I hope to hear it works for you in the future."
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David brushes his hair back and slides off the bed, deciding he really should get dressed right about now. Before he stares too much at his LSP. "You'll hear as soon as I come for my next session." Whether David wants to divulge that information or not.
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Although he does have to admit that it hadn't stopped him much during. Nothing for the other man to be afraid of, then. "You did good, by the way. I'm sure you'll improve steadily." And be able to do more of it own his own, in time.
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"Thank you," he murmurs as he comes out from behind the partition. He smooths over his shirt and he's heading for the door before he even starts speaking again. "I'll be back next week."