That tongue was definitely something that Damon felt was a bit above what humans had, and it reminded him a little of Aly. His finger caught in the shirt Javik was still wearing, tugging at it as he wondered just how far down all that red skin went.

Of course, it was hard to think when there was heat around the head of his cock again, that tongue doing wonders that made him wish he'd thought to do this before. Maybe he should get the prothean drunk more often. As he lifted his hand up, trailing it along Javik's throat and up over his jaw, his fingers might have skimmed over those nostril-looking things on his face.