"Turn over."

He said it gently and when I saw how delicately he watched me I knew better than to ruin the moment and making him think I had no trust in him. That was yet to be decided but he needn't know.

I did as he asked and lay on the bed on my stomach, my arms folded on the pillow to support my chin. I anticipated his actions to be immediately sexual but he surprised me instead by massaging my neck gently.

"Mmmm," I sighed and lowered my head to give him better access to the muscles at the top of my spine. He moved down and stroked my shoulder blades as he adjusted himself to straddle my waist. I half panicked at feeling so trapped beneath me and I could tell that he had noticed when he stopped the gentle pressure for a moment or two. I held my breath and waited for him to comment on it, but he didn't.

I groaned when he dug his knuckles into the fleshier part at the bottom of my spine; above my jeans. He seemed to moan with me and I could feel that he was hard.

"You like it," he asked. His breathing was more labored than usual as he became more excited.

"Mmm, very much," I replied, trying to sound coy.

He reached around then and placed his hands underneath me and on my hips, guiding me onto all fours.

Of course I had known that it wouldn't have lasted long before Ivo would want to move to the main event, but given his track record any sort of foreplay was generally appreciated. He quickly unbuttoned my jeans but became irritated when the zipper became stuck. I fumbled with it and it eventually came loose, allowing me to remove them. I'd just tried to kick them off but given how I was sitting on the bed I knocked Ivo's reading glasses of the bedside table and had to stop to pick them up.

When I looked up Ivo already had one hand down his own jeans and I smirked at him, reaching to take of my underwear until he reached out his other hand to stop me.

"Turn over," he told me once more and I sighed before complying.

"Ivo."

"Shhhh," he whispered gently as he began to massage my calves. I smiled.

"That feels nice."

Ivo leaned forward to place a kiss on my cheek and I felt his warm presence along the expanse of my back.

"I'm glad," he said through a half smirk.

He moved further down to massage my feet, hitting a particular spot that made me groan in ecstasy and subsequently blush when Ivo laughed.

"Jesus Tim, if I'd known that was all it took."

"Shut up."

I turned to glance at him to reassure him that I wasn't annoyed and he gave a shy smile that was at odds with what he was doing.

"Come on Ivo, I know you want to fuck me."

I'm not sure why I said it. Evidently I do love provoking him. I love having his attention but it makes no sense that I should tease when I have his undivided attention anyway.

His hands stilled and he looked away for a minute.

"Ivo," I said in a sing song.

"Come with me," he said as he climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom.