bakerstreet | the bj meme

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.

Damon bit his lip, feeling his cock get pulled further into Javik's mouth and pretty much willing to go along with it.

But... there was that whole jab at his ego thing that had to be seen to and he moved his finger around the outside of Javik's lips that were wrapped around him, inadvertently touching the sensory pits again. "I think there should be less clothes. For both of us. It's not every day I get to play and I didn't get that good of a look at you before."

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.

And Damon was happy to watch, moving as Javik did to pull off first his tshirt, then to shuck down the trousers and underwear that would only get in the way. Being nude didn't bother him in the slightest and it was nude that Damon leaned back against the couch, eyes skimming over all those different colors and textures, marking the red spots that he knew to be more sensitive than others. "Much better. Now... where exactly do aliens like to be touched?"

It took Javik a bit longer to be fully disrobed, well aware that he was being watched by the vampire. The entire affair frustrasted him, not understanding why Damon couldn't have just let him keep doing what he'd been doing. He was, of course, judging it against what he'd known in his old life. Any intimacy was a stolen moment, rushed and desperate and passionate. There was only so much time to spare between bouts of fighting for their lives.

The fact that he had the time and opportunity to do this differently with an alien was mercifully lost on him at present. He balanced on his knees again once he was naked, frowning at Damon. Much like the first time he'd gotten a full frontal, there was nothing but smooth plating between Javik's legs.

"Where do you think?" A challenge - Damon had no prothean sensory ability to make it a simple task.

Again, his gaze narrowed as he looked Javik over. The obvious spot seemed not so obvious as his eyes went to Javik's crotch to see just the smooth plating, but Damon didn't give up that easily.

What he would do would be to move, quicker than Javik might be able to track to have the pair of them switching places, lifting, turning and placing Javik on the couch and crouching down between his legs as he looked up at him. Challenge accepted, buggy. "I think I'm going to have to take a little time to find out."

Luckily for both of them, the sudden switch wasn't so jarring as to cost Javik the contents of his stomach. The best he could do was grip the couch cushions, eyes wide as his heart hammered up in his throat. That he hadn't been expecting.

"As you say," he finally managed, unconsciously spreading his thighs. His hips were wide, set out further from his torso than a human's, and lined with that same red skin. Whatever else he had to offer was kept safely behind layers of chitin.

It was about time he could turn the surprise tables on the alien, leaning in and seeking out those red bits of skin. He dragged his mouth up one leg, moving all the way up to where red peeked through, then, with a smile, he let his fangs slide free. He licked a line over the thinner, softer area first before the kiss turned into a bite, fangs sliding in to see what it was aliens tasted like for the first time.

A shiver ran through Javik's body at the contact, tension easing right up until the point Damon sank his fangs into an area that was already more sensitive than it ought to be. He let out a strangled shout, rolling his hips as the pain and pleasure jolted through him. One hand grabbed at Damon's head, but he didn't seem capable of deciding between tearing him away or encouraging him. The latter won out, as he felt his groin tighten, cock swelling within the confines of his body but not pushing out just yet.

His blood shared that coppery taste of a human's, though sharper and tinged with a bit of ozone and spice.

He wasn't biting to feed as much as he was to return the nips of earlier, so he pulled free fairly early and didn't pull as much blood into his mouth as he would otherwise. But the taste was there and he rolled it around. It was different. Not in a bad way, but definitely something that he probably wouldn't want to have to survive off of forever.

But it would make a nice snack now and then. Licking the blood off his lips, he licked over the tiny little holes, then nosed over Javik's crotch before sliding his mouth over to another patch of red on the other side of his body, licking and nipping at that, fangs put away for now.

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