garrulously | Where Ivan truly achieves his life goals

"We do, but we try and make allowances for it. Some might take advantage," Ivan muses, shifting his hands to rub David's back, "but no good Betan would. There's something fascinating about galactics to us, sure, but why lie to them?"

Not that Ivan hasn't had his fair share of adventures with galactics outside of his job. Shifting his grip on David to pull him more fully onto his chest, Ivan frowns slightly. "What are you worried about, specifically?"

Oh god -- David's not expecting it when Ivan pulls him more fully onto the other man though his LSPT gets no resistance. He shifts again this time in an attempt to hide a very real and growing problem. As if his LSPT is going to be upset that he's aroused by this.

"Mixed signals," he manages though his voice is strained. "I'm not planning to lie to anyone, but as I mentioned before, I want to avoid leading anyone on."

Ivan notices -- both the problem and David's covert attempts to shift to avoid it. Not being very Betan, then, although Ivan thinks he deserves a pat on the back for not bringing it up and sending the other man running. Instead his fingers bite into the re-tense muscles of David's shoulder, working out the knots. Easing him up, relaxing him so he can ask for what he wants.

"Be up front about it, David. When you first talk about that topic of conversation. No one will accuse you of lying or trying to deceive them."

His eyes shift closed as Ivan works away the tension David always seems to carry with him. Everything feels easier around the other man despite the knot that's forming in his stomach. It's there, but not stopping him staying pressed up against the other man or speaking.

"All right," he says with slight hesitation. "I'll make my expectations clear." Which might be the least attractive way of thinking about it. "But I'm not sure what Betan would want to be near a man this skittish about sex."

"That's why you're here, isn't it? To get you less likely to run away in the opposite direction the moment someone brings up penises in a conversation." Although Ivan does have to admit, the man is skittish as hell. "The first part is getting comfortable with your own wants and desires, like I've said. You seem to be doing alright there," he adds encouragingly.

As for what's next, well. "Then you just have to learn to be able to express what you want." Ivan gives the other man a more searching look before giving up. "Being comfortable with yourself will help that, if you think you need more practice." Physical practice would help, too, really. But Ivan wonders if mentioning that would send David away.

"It is why I'm here," he concedes. David can't help but feel that's more than subtle encouragement for him to discuss what he really wants right now. So much for hiding it despite being pressed against the man. Practice, he could certainly use more than a bit of that. His fingers grasp Ivan's side tightly as if searching for an anchor as glances up at the other man.

"I would like to practice," he starts carefully. The 'with what' part is where he falters though he knows what he would like to continue. "I'd like it if you kept holding me while we do."

This is progress. Of some sort, and not a lot, but still: definite progress. "Might I make a suggestion?" Ivan asks, before continuing. "On how to arrange ourselves, not-- you practicing. That's good, I'm glad you want to."

"Arrange ourselves how?" he asks, pulling away just enough to get a better look at Ivan's face. Whatever Ivan suggests, he's willing to go along with it.

"Here," Ivan says, and moves enough so that he can sit back against the headboard of the bed -- taking David with him so the other man can lean against his chest, settled between his legs. This way Ivan can still hold him, arms wrapping around his waist, while keeping an eye on the proceedings. "How's this?"

David's confused as Ivan begins rearranging them until he realizes what the other man is trying to do and assists him. Ivan feels sturdy beneath him and there's security and comfort in having someone he trusts hold him like this. Once that realization settles in, he finds it much easier to relax than he expected.

"I like it," he says rather in-eloquently. "I've never been held like this before."

"We'll do it more in the future, if you like it." Ivan says, combing his fingers through David's hair to help him relax more. "What would you like me to help you with -- anything? I can attempt to set the mood, or encourage you to set it yourself."

That does help and Duv's instinctively pressing his head closer to the touch. Ivan's the first to play with his hair and he's finding he likes the soothing motion.

"I should learn how to do it myself," he admits with a reluctant sigh. "It'd be easier to ask you to help ah... please me, but I'm not sure if that would be best in the long-term." Considering he's not always going to have his LSPT on hand.

Again with his way of skirting around the actual words for what he's doing. Is that a Komarran thing, or just a David Galen thing? Ivan's lips twist up into a flick of a smile before he nods before realizing the other man can't see him. "Alright. Whenever you'd like to start, feel free. There's no rush."

Definitely a David Galen quirk. With the amount of talking around, David's not actually sure if they've agreed to the same thing. There's a light flush on his cheeks as he settles more firmly against Ivan and his fingers brush over the front of his pants, drawing out a shiver.

"You do mean with masturbating, correct?" he asks with some hesitation.

David Galen has said the name of a sexual act. And here Ivan was thinking that day would never come. Ivan nods, gesturing with a hand for David to continue. "That's right. Why, did you want something else?"

"No, no, that's what I meant too," he quickly, and nervously, reassures. "I'm not used to having an audience." Which explains why his hands falter as they unfasten his pants. He debates for a moment before shimmying out of the rest of his clothing even if it causes the flush on his face to darken. It's not as if Ivan hasn't seen him naked before, but it doesn't change how odd it feels.

And he flushes adorably, too. Ivan hides his grin into David's hair, arms wrapping more securely around the other man. "Do you want any other sensation at all?" Just so he knows what David wants from him and not put too much into it. As tempting as the curve of neck and shoulder is--

Hm.

David decides to take this slow and get used to the fact that he's sitting up against Ivan while naked. Maybe if he's lucky it will make him feel less self conscious though it leaves the interesting question of what to do with his hands. He shifts uneasily against the other man and tentatively rests his hands on Ivan's knees.

"You mean like touching or kissing?"

"That's right," Ivan says encouragingly -- the man did say he wanted to be held, after all. He just doesn't know if he wants more from Ivan.

He bites his bottom lip briefly then takes a deep breath. If he can't be upfront with Ivan then he stands no chance on any dates with Betans. "I would like both very much. Or any other help you'd like to give me."

"Alright." Ivan nuzzles the crook of his neck before mouthing there, pressing open kisses against the skin. "Let me know if there's anything in particular you want." He says, hands skimming up David's side, sliding over his chest as he works at his neck.

"This is to help you," he clarifies, and not for his own enjoyment. That's the key point, even if he does think David looks fetching like this.

"Ah--" His eyes slide closed as Ivan causes an abrupt shiver down his spine. Maybe if he keeps his eyes shut he won't think as much about the other man in the room. Not that Ivan will let him and David finds himself tilting his head to the side so the man can reach every part of his neck.

"Yes, of course," he murmurs. Nothing else Ivan has done would make him think otherwise, this is the man's profession. He takes a deep breath through his nose as he focuses on Ivan's movements and adds his own fleeting touches down his abdomen. Slow and teasing to build it up, like Ivan had shown him.

Sometimes it needs to be said -- even if he knows. He's very much a galactic, Ivan muses, kissing his way up from the curve of his neck where it meets the shoulder to the hinge of his jaw, dragging his tongue along the skin there for a brief moment. "You're doing fine," Ivan says, figuring muttered encouragement will help into his ear, before dragging his lips over the shell of it, finally kissing the skin behind it.

He lets his eyes drift to David's hands, and nods. "Just like that, David." He's a damn fast learner, too -- although Ivan would never have thought otherwise.

God, he would stay right here even if all that happened was Ivan's lips teasing him. How would they feel lower down on his body...? The thought causes his eyes to bolt open as he flushes though there's no mistaking that he is interested.

"I'm following your example," he murmurs, his nails dragging downward. How long does he have to draw this out? He doubts his LSPT would want him sitting here worrying about the time, not when his main instructions from last time were go slower. His breath hitches as he gently cups himself and runs his thumb along the base.

"You can change it up," Ivan continues, hand splayed almost possessively against David's side, siding down over the curve of his hip. "What works for you? What gives you the best experience?" He pauses, pressing his lips against the crook of his neck before resting his forehead there, breathing softly as his eyes flutter closed for a long moment.

There's a moment where he doesn't do anything before he turns his head enough to kiss the line of David's jaw, reaching around with his other hand to encourage the other man to turn his head towards him. He can only kiss the corner of his mouth like this, and he figures David would want more after his request during their first lesson.

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