bakerstreet | the bj meme

And a reaction was what he got - Javik's hand shot out faster and more precisely than it should have, grabbing Damon's collar and hauling him forward. Gripping both his shoulders, Javik pushed his face into Damon's neck, dragging his tongue up his jawline. That part might not have been entirely necessary, but the more senses he exposed to Damon, the easier it was to read him. The smell of blood always clung to him, and Javik's sensory pits practically burned at the proximity to alien skin.

Of all the things he expected from the prothean, that was the last on his list. Surprise flashed across his face, drink sloshing as his hands moved up. The tongue over his skin was... definitely not on the list of things he would have thought Javik would ever do. The look he gave him was a medley of 'what the fuck'? "You lick each other? That's how aliens mate? I almost feel sorry for you guys now."

Javik growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. There were a number of ways he could shut the vampire up, so he started with the most obvious. If the lick was unexpected, the kiss was probably inconceivable, even if it was mostly teeth. One hand pressed at the back of Damon's neck, intending to push him closer, while the other went straight south.

He didn't go right for the obvious choice this time, though, hand curving down his back to the base of his spine. The smell and taste of the vampire filled his senses, flooding him with endorphins and hormones and adrenaline. Prolonged contact allowed him to read Damon like a map, and he wasn't going to give him the benefit of taking it slow.

Note to self: Drunk Javik was an unpredictable Javik. He hadn't quite decided whether he liked this version of the alien or not, though the hand moving lower was questionable -- until it found that place low on his back that sent a small thrill through him.

The hand with the drink moved away until he could set it down on the bar, the free hand moving to rest somewhere on the alien's shoulder, fingers tapping there as he felt lips that didn't feel like lips pressing against his own.

Javik's lips were wide, the texture rougher than what Damon was used to but familiar enough. When he didn't pull back, Javik's tongue swept over the vampire's lower lip. He ducked his head lower, long teeth stopping at his adam's apple and biting just shy of too hard. He dropped his hand to join the other, using the leverage to push them flush together. It wasn't entirely comfortable, considering the armor Javik always wore, but he didn't hear Damon complaining just yet.

Damon was a creature of indulgences. He was a hedonist, immersing himself in sensational excesses; too much blood, sex, drink... It didn't matter. He just liked to feel. And right now, he was feeling pretty good. He had more than just a buzz on and the hands at his back and rear were on a sensitive spot. The teeth at his neck, though not fangs and not piercing flesh, were enough to have his eyes closing and his body to start to stir itself awake. "Is this an alien thing? Give you a few drinks and you get all... friendly?"

Damn, he'd started talking again. His tone, at least, was just another indicator that Javik was winning, as Damon became more and more receptive to what he was doing. He went lower again, nudging past cloth to work his teeth and lips over his collarbone.

"Most species experience impaired inhibitions when consuming alcohol," he stopped long enough to respond. "And regret what they do later."

Later was a long ways off. Without pausing in what he was doing, he took quick stock of the room around them, spotting what he was looking for. Fingers kneading deeper into Damon's back, he pushed forward, steering him towards a couch.

It was the kneading that melted him a little. Touches were one thing, but he rarely had more than a skim of fingers or the brush of lips over him. The kneading went deeper, sending a pulse of pleasure through him that had his body reacting in kind, both in his docility and his physical reactions. He let Javik steer him back, his own fingers toying with what the prothean was wearing. Not quite as malleable as clothes. "Is that what this is? Well, so far, I think I like you impaired."

Javik simply hummed in response, deciding against dignifying that with an answer. He stopped when Damon was right in front of the furniture, hands moving to his hips to force him to sit down. For the moment, he remained standing, though there were a number of things threatening to bring him down. Thanks to the alcohol, looking down at Damon nearly gave him vertigo.

Fighting it off, Javik attempted to remove the upper portion of his armor, which was easier said than done after who-knew how many drinks.

Pushed down, Damon leaned back, sprawling over the couch and grinning up at Javik. It was the actual difficulty the alien seemed to be having with his own armor that had him chuckling. "Do you want a hand with that? I'm almost enjoying myself here and I'd hate for the party to end early because you fell and broke something."

Damon received another nonverbal answer in the form of a growl. Leaving his mouth unoccupied had undesirable results, so he was going to have to plan this out a little better. Maybe this would be easier if he weren't so drunk, but - there was a good chance he wouldn't be doing this sober.

After a few agonizing seconds, the armor came loose, and he let it drop to the floor. Javik didn't bother removing anything else, since that was the most awkward part of the equipment. Nudging it out of the way, Javik turned his attention back to Damon and promptly dropped to his knees in front of him. Normally he looked vaguely offended or insulted in Damon's presence, but at the moment he looked downright predatory.

Insulted. Damon would go with insulted most of the time, like he'd caught scent of something foul. But now? Well, there was something a little dangerous about an unknown element kneeling between his legs and looking at him like that. He might not be able to read the prothean as well as he could humans, but he had senses of his own to use and there was a different tilt to his head, a different set to his shoulders like he had a purpose. "Is your buggy language all grunts and growls? Because I don't speak that."

"A pity," Javik rumbled, hands sliding on the cushion alongside Damon's legs. He leaned forward, all four eyes hard on Damon's face, and made another one of those 'grunts and growls'.

This one Damon hadn't heard before, and it was distinctly alien. A grinding sort of buzz resonated deep in Javik's chest, moving up his throat as the pitch changed. It was a physical sound, and the vibrations traveled straight to Damon's groin. He'd positioned himself over the vampire like this for that exact reason.

Damon narrowed his eyes as Javik moved closer, wondering if the cute little intimacies would continue or if he'd decided he wanted to change it to something more lethal. Then that sound happened. At first he wasn't exactly sure what it was, or what exactly was happening. Then he felt the resonance in his body, the sound seeming to localize physically towards his crotch. He shifted a little, cock going from the waking stir of before to fully erect, quickly enough to almost be painful. He let out a sigh, licking his lips as he leveled Javik with a gaze. "Seems you've got some tricks up your sleeve after all. Color me curious. What else can you do?" His hand came up to trace along Javik's jaw, wondering if he could feel the pitch if he moved his hand lower.

The sound trailed off, and Javik hesitated when Damon's hand came close to his throat. Old reflexes welled up in him, and the urge to bat him away was nearly overpowering. He hadn't survived a war of extinction by being careless, even when he was intimate.

Common sense, and alcohol, eventually won, and he tipped his chin up briefly to give Damon more access. It was short lived, as his answer to Damon's question was to drop his head again, sinking his teeth into his inner thigh. One of his hands pulled up over Damon's hip, palming his cock though the fabric of his pants.

There was that brief moment of acquiescence, the baring of his throat something that even a 'primitive' could understand. Then teeth were in his thigh and a hand was pressed over him and his head fell back, hips lifting up off the couch in response, body jerking with the sudden rush of pleasure he hadn't expected. "Jesus..."

His hand trailed along the spotted blue of Javik's neck, feeling the difference in texture between that and the red below. It was an noticeable change and he found his finger playing over a line between one and the other as he focused on the sting of Javik's teeth, his gums aching as his fangs begged to be released.

He bit harder than necessary, mostly to get through the fabric, but Damon's reaction told him it had been just right. He relented, briefly, to correct him: "Javik."

Not Jesus. He turned his head to bite the other thigh, much closer to his groin this time. His hand continued to work Damon, getting a feel for the shape and size of him. Damon's fingers managed to elicit another sound from him, though it was closer to a hum than the vibration from before. That was bug-language for 'keep doing that.'

Without lifting his head, Javik moved both hands to start the frustrating process of opening Damon's pants. Fine motor control had left with his inhibitions, unfortunately.

Damon's hadn't, and it was easy enough to flick the button open and unzip his pants one-handed as his other kept playing over the parts that made Javik do his version of a purr. He felt the wounds heal up before Javik had time to sink teeth in again and his thighs spread wider, giving him ample room to play in. "You know, this is kind of unfair since I don't even know where what is on you. Or if you even have... well, I'm not an entomologist."

What were bug genitals, Javik?

Javik moved his hands to let Damon do that part for him, stopping short of diving back in when the vampire insisted on opening his mouth again. The first response was a flat, uncomprehending look, as if didn't believe what Damon was asking.

"Reciprocation is unnecessary." That wasn't to say Javik was entirely selfless, just... a bit too focused on one aspect to consider another. His hands tugged at the fabric of his pants, pulling them down just an inch or two, and then reached in to pull Damon's cock free, three-fingered hand stroking up the length of it.

"Tru--ue..." That game out as a groaning sigh, head falling back again as his hips lifted up once he felt long fingers slide over sensitive skin. "Doesn't mean I'm not curious about what reciprocation would be like. Or if it's even possible."

Don't tell Damon what he can't or shouldn't do, because then he'll damnwell do it.

"We would be compatible." That was really all he had to say on the matter, for the time being at least. At present, he was more concerned with Damon's anatomy, as reading one's nervous system wasn't quite the same actually handling them. He squeezed as he stroked, testing the firmness, pausing briefly to roll his thumb over the head. With his free hand, he reached in to grip the baron's balls, seemingly confused by their presence. He avoided coming in contact with any pubic hair, which was easier said than done.

His exploration bordered on being a little to clinical, until he leaned forward, tongue rolling out to rake up the underside of Damon's cock.

Damon kept himself trimmed, though he wasn't in the practice of complete hair removal. That was just gauche. He was an adult male, not a prepubescent teenager. But he did like it so that it looked appealing, and a little trim here and there did the trick. Fortunately for Javik, Damon's testicles weren't of the overly hairy variety, so he didn't have to be too bothered by it.

But that comment did have him lifting his head, looking down at Javik and sliding his fingers down over the red skin that seemed to get the better reaction from him. "Would we? I might like to see that."

And then a tongue was dragging over him and he felt himself tense briefly before that shudder of pleasure ripped through him.

The less hair, the better, and if Javik knew that Damon actually groomed on a regular basis, he might actually thank him for it. The hand on his throat distracted him for a moment, and he considered the wisdom of exposing his neck to a vampire. Instead of repulsing him, the thought alone sent a rush of arousal hammering through his veins. He looked up at Damon, four eyes half-lidded and lips parted as he was caught between thinking about what he was doing, and what he was about to do.

His tongue, sharply pointed and longer than it had any right to be, lashed out and wound itself around Damon's cock. Angling his head down, his lips closed around the head, free hand stroking what wasn't covered by his tongue or mouth.

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.

Very far down, so long as Damon was willing to accept the chitinous plating that interrupted it.

Given his state of inebriation, and waking arousal, his sensory pits were already tingling from the smell of sex. So when Damon touched one, even by accident, he inhaled sharply through his nostrils, lips and tongue tightening simply out of reflex. Instead of putting him off, however, it seemed to encourage him, and Javik pulled his tongue up at the same time he pushed more of Damon's length into his mouth.

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