Javik's eyelids fluttered at the second touch to the pits, making a noise that might have been a bit louder if not for the cock in his mouth. But then Damon was talking again - always goddamn talking. He had to be the nosiest partner he'd ever had, and they'd barely even started.

He released Damon's dick and let his tongue roll over his bottom lip, before settling into a half-hearted sneer. While he didn't dare attempt to stand, he straightened up, pushing away from Damon and tugging at the collar of his undersuit with one hand. Some unseen seam loosened under his fingers, and he pulled his hand down, splitting the suit open down the front, collarbone to crotch. It was skin tight, and had to be peeled off of his arms and torso. The material was designed to protect him from the extremes of vacuum and intense environments. Bit by bit, he exposed hard chitin spotted blue flesh and sinuous red skin stretched over hard muscle to Damon.