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--
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.
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.
"I'm still figuring that out," he replies quietly. Finding out his preference for men only recently meant he has catching up to do in that regard. He allows his head to be guided and closes his eyes as he presses into the kiss. For once slow doesn't equate to torturous as his fingers flit along his length and god, Ivan's lips are softer than he ever imagined when he first stepped into this office.
There's a long moment where he simply enjoys the feel of the other man kissing him before he murmurs shyly, "I admit, I was wondering what else your mouth was capable of."
Well that's certainly progress. Ivan stops, and pulls back far enough to look at David -- face serious. "Would you like to find out?" It's more of a direct desire that the other man has expressed previously, and more explicit besides. He's not offended, not in the slightest.
"If that would be all right," he says with some earnest though he casts a glance over how they are with a slight frown. Should he...? No reason not to ask and find out even if he feels embarrassed. "Will there be time for more cuddling after?"
Would it be alright? Ivan gives him an encouraging grin, pressing a kiss to the closest part of David's skin before replying. "It would, yes. And we can make room for cuddling after, yes, if you want it." It does mean they're going to have to reshuffle, however, and Ivan gently attempts to detach himself from the other man to settle him back against the headboard.
He doesn't stay still, however, now that he's able to trail kisses from David's jaw, down his neck and to the hollow above his collarbones. His hands, too, skim up and down David's side while he drags his lips lower down his chest, kissing and mouthing. Ivan likes to think he's an expert at giving head as he is at sex in general -- it's the least he can do now.
He ducks his head shyly as he moves at Ivan's direction to make the readjusting easier. Good, there was something comforting about being held by the other man. A feeling he hopes to replicate if he can manage to maneuver himself into a real relationship without fear or pressure. It may be impossible back on Komarr, but on Beta Colony...
The thought doesn't go far, not once Ivan's hands and lips are on him. David can't even remember the last time he'd had a blowjob, but he knows damn well they never included this kind of lead-up. He gasps loudly, hand immediately moving to rest on the back of Ivan's head so he can run his fingers through the man's hair. This may be his job, but David can't help feeling exceptionally... cared for? Cared about? He's not sure how to describe the emotions bubbling in his chest and instead focuses on the attention he's so sorely missed.
David's hands in his hair send a surprising jolt of arousal through Ivan; he's an LSPT, he so much better at divorcing what he does with his clients than genuine sexual activities meant for his own pleasure. They're not here for Ivan to get off, he's here to help them. Therefore he swallows the small groan that threatens to escape him and refocus. The sound David makes is encouraging, and Ivan drags his tongue over one of the other man's nipples before kissing down further.
"Let me know if you want me to stop," he says, somewhere around David's navel, hands gripping his hips with a firm girp -- it's not constraining, however, Ivan would never do that to him.
"As always," he murmurs, eyes closed and head tilted back to rest against the headboard. The man had done nothing to once make him question his comfort even while testing his boundaries and this was no different.
He shivers as the cool air touches skin that Ivan's mouth has left and he continues to stroke the man's hair. It gives his hand something better to do while the other is already curling into the sheets. With his lack of experience, blowing his mind is an easy feat.
"As always," Ivan repeats, leaning his head into the feeling of fingers in his hair. That's damn nice, and he swallows what could have been a purr before it escapes him. Right, focus. He places a kiss on the curve of the hollow of his pelvis, kisses the skin there until he gets to the soft skin at the joint of leg and hips. There's a moment where Ivan gives his next move considerable thought before opting not to get right to the point, moving down to kiss the soft skin of his inner thigh.
His arm goes across David's hip, holding him down in case he jerks. Ivan would be able to handle it, whenever they got to that point, he's sure, but if he's going to deep throat the other man he wants it to be on purpose instead of accidental. Swallowing a strange lump in his throat, Ivan looks up at David one last time through lowered lashes before moving enough to take the head into his mouth -- start small, after all.
If this was how every LSPT session ended up, David's not sure he would mind one bit. Ivan's hair gives his hands something to do, his fingers running through his hair until Ivan's lips move closer to their goal. It isn't until he feels the arm on his hip that he opens his eyes, half-lidded as he watches.
Has Ivan always been this attractive? David knows he has, it was the main reason why he had selected this particular clinic and him to be his LSPT in the first place. There's something else there though, a level of intimacy that David is suddenly frightful he may not have an easy time achieving once he returns home. The more reason he should enjoy this.
He can feel himself holding his breath when Ivan finally starts and he has to remind himself to breathe as his fingers curl into the man's hair, scared to let him go lest he vanish.
David's far more relaxed than Ivan expected, although he's glad the other man remembered that breathing is a requirement to continuing to enjoy this. The arm that isn't holding him down moves, running fingertips and palm down David's inner thigh, massaging. The fingers in his hair encourage him on some level -- even though Ivan knows they shouldn't -- and he hums around the other man, tongue flicking over the head before he takes him further into his mouth, gently sucking as he does.
It's hard to lean into the touch in his hair, Ivan thinks, but damn if he doesn't want to. Instead he makes another encouraging sound, one to convey that David is doing just fine as is. Not that there's much to do in his position, but perhaps that's part of why he wanted this. A sexual act with another man that requires little skill or knowledge on his behalf.
Receiving a blowjob had taken the pressure off of him. It's almost sad when David thinks that Ivan knows more of his secrets than anyone else he's spoken with, but with that comes trust and he's able to relax easily beneath the other man. The fingers in Ivan's hair curl, digging roughly into the man's scalp for a long moment as his hips are stopped from rocking eagerly upwards.
How is he supposed to remember himself like this? He has to force himself to loosen his grip, almost coaching himself through it. "Sorry, I didn't mean -- don't stop," he practically pleads, voice strained as the words replaced a moan that had threatened to spill out.
David is almost certain that if the other man stopped, he'd lose his damn mind.
There's no good way to communicate like this, not when David's cock is heavy in his mouth, so Ivan reaches out to take one of David's hands in his, threading his fingers with the other man as his head bobs slowly -- taking him in more each time. The squeeze of the other man's hand is the only reassurance Ivan can give that he won't. Well, that and continuing, as he'd paused the moment David had jerked out the sorry.
The idea that maybe he's edging over into territory he can't come back from that blurs the professional with the personal doesn't occur to him. He's done this before, in some variation, so why should he be concerned? There's no call for that.
Which is probably why Ivan adjusts his head without a second thought so he can take all of Duv in his mouth in one smooth motion without choking or gagging once.
The hand is reassuring and something in him calms as Ivan takes hold of his. Slightly larger than his yet their hands fit together perfectly, in his opinion. He clutches tightly almost as if Ivan is a lifeline while his other hand clutches uselessly at the man's hair. Is this what he's been missing out on all these years? The hollowness that had loomed inside during his previous, and far few, relationships didn't have a place with the warmth that was welling in his chest.
His head almost slams back against the headboard as Ivan takes him in one go. Dear god, how the hell did the man do that? The sound coming out of David's mouth sounds foreign to his own ears, loud and unbidden as he moans his pleasure.
"Please," he manages, voice strained. "Keep going."
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"You do mean with masturbating, correct?" he asks with some hesitation.
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Hm.
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"You mean like touching or kissing?"
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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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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There's a long moment where he simply enjoys the feel of the other man kissing him before he murmurs shyly, "I admit, I was wondering what else your mouth was capable of."
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He doesn't stay still, however, now that he's able to trail kisses from David's jaw, down his neck and to the hollow above his collarbones. His hands, too, skim up and down David's side while he drags his lips lower down his chest, kissing and mouthing. Ivan likes to think he's an expert at giving head as he is at sex in general -- it's the least he can do now.
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The thought doesn't go far, not once Ivan's hands and lips are on him. David can't even remember the last time he'd had a blowjob, but he knows damn well they never included this kind of lead-up. He gasps loudly, hand immediately moving to rest on the back of Ivan's head so he can run his fingers through the man's hair. This may be his job, but David can't help feeling exceptionally... cared for? Cared about? He's not sure how to describe the emotions bubbling in his chest and instead focuses on the attention he's so sorely missed.
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"Let me know if you want me to stop," he says, somewhere around David's navel, hands gripping his hips with a firm girp -- it's not constraining, however, Ivan would never do that to him.
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He shivers as the cool air touches skin that Ivan's mouth has left and he continues to stroke the man's hair. It gives his hand something better to do while the other is already curling into the sheets. With his lack of experience, blowing his mind is an easy feat.
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His arm goes across David's hip, holding him down in case he jerks. Ivan would be able to handle it, whenever they got to that point, he's sure, but if he's going to deep throat the other man he wants it to be on purpose instead of accidental. Swallowing a strange lump in his throat, Ivan looks up at David one last time through lowered lashes before moving enough to take the head into his mouth -- start small, after all.
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Has Ivan always been this attractive? David knows he has, it was the main reason why he had selected this particular clinic and him to be his LSPT in the first place. There's something else there though, a level of intimacy that David is suddenly frightful he may not have an easy time achieving once he returns home. The more reason he should enjoy this.
He can feel himself holding his breath when Ivan finally starts and he has to remind himself to breathe as his fingers curl into the man's hair, scared to let him go lest he vanish.
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It's hard to lean into the touch in his hair, Ivan thinks, but damn if he doesn't want to. Instead he makes another encouraging sound, one to convey that David is doing just fine as is. Not that there's much to do in his position, but perhaps that's part of why he wanted this. A sexual act with another man that requires little skill or knowledge on his behalf.
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How is he supposed to remember himself like this? He has to force himself to loosen his grip, almost coaching himself through it. "Sorry, I didn't mean -- don't stop," he practically pleads, voice strained as the words replaced a moan that had threatened to spill out.
David is almost certain that if the other man stopped, he'd lose his damn mind.
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The idea that maybe he's edging over into territory he can't come back from that blurs the professional with the personal doesn't occur to him. He's done this before, in some variation, so why should he be concerned? There's no call for that.
Which is probably why Ivan adjusts his head without a second thought so he can take all of Duv in his mouth in one smooth motion without choking or gagging once.
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His head almost slams back against the headboard as Ivan takes him in one go. Dear god, how the hell did the man do that? The sound coming out of David's mouth sounds foreign to his own ears, loud and unbidden as he moans his pleasure.
"Please," he manages, voice strained. "Keep going."
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