bakerstreet | the bj meme

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.

Javik's leg twitched at the licking, fighting to keep his hips from bucking or his thighs from closing around Damon's head. The punctures throbbed, but the pain was dulled by everything else that was happening. Even if he didn't count the fifty thousand years in stasis, his body was still responding to attention it hadn't had in a long time. It wasn't long before Damon's persistence, and curiosity, were rewarded. The ventral plating between Javik's legs split, and his erection slid free, slick and red to match the rest of him. The skin was still loose near the crown, but there was no missing the rigid sub-dermal plating that lined the underside of his cock. Teeth bared, Javik watched Damon with a dazed sort of intensity.

Well.

That was unexpected. Again, Javik seemed intent on surprising the hell out of him and he turned his head to watch the alien's cock slide free, licking at the edge of the red skin under his mouth as he eyed the new member. Curious, he brought his hand up to drag a finger up along the side of his length, wondering just how sensitive it was and what the reaction would be.

And at least he knew now Javik was male for certain. Good for him.

Plenty sensitive. Javik's fingers dug into the couch, threatening to tear the fabric as he struggled to restrain himself. Damon would be able to feel him shaking, before he gained control again and actually remembered to breath. It had been too long, he'd had too much to drink, and the vampire was dragging this out for far too long.

"Satisfied?" He ground out, pupils dilated in unmistakable desire.

"Not entirely, but it's good to know you've got something hiding under there." He grinned, leaning in and returning the favor of earlier, licking along the underside of Javik's cock, feeling the difference in texture and heat for himself. He wondered if the skin around the tip was like that of the uncircumcised male penis, tongue sliding up to flick around the looser skin before he dragged it up over the crown.

Honestly, he hadn't expected Damon to be satisfied. The vampire wanted to talk over getting a blow job, so nothing should surprise him anymore.

Javik hissed at the contact, thighs tensing again. The stimulation sent another throb of arousal through him, and wetness seeped from the red-ribbed skin under his crown. Alien cock was, apparently, self-lubricating.

The real question was; what did alien cock taste like?

Earthy, shy of spicy with a sharp sort of sweetness thanks to the coital fluid. Tinged with that same ozone as his blood, thanks to the element zero infused in his body.

Damon dragged his tongue over the slickness, tasting it like he had the blood. Again, not bad, but not something he'd want to have to survive on. And because he was enjoying seeing Javik a little out of his element, he fixed his mouth over the cap of his cock, sucking at it lightly and letting the broad flat part of his tongue lick over the top before he began to draw more of it into his mouth.

Javik grit his teeth, lips pursed and fingers dragging at the fabric of the couch, and then he finally relented. His head tipped back, throat opening as he moaned, hips rolling up towards Damon's mouth. The uncertain, resistant tension bled out of his body, replaced with an acceptance and eagerness a hedonist would recognize from a mile away.

His cock throbbed, seeming to grow harder under the attention. The plating was stiff, but still flexible.

His hand came up to wrap around near the base, squeezing almost gently as he dragged it up to where his mouth was, then back down, mouth trying to follow after until he'd taken Javik in as far as he could. He slowly pulled back up, sucking harder until he reached the cap, teeth grazing against the cap as he tested just what sort of sensations Javik could handle.

Once upon a time, Javik had a high tolerance for this sort of thing, but he reacted to most of what Damon did as if it were the first time he was experiencing it. Time had sharpened a number of his senses, but he'd left these feelings by the wayside for far too long.

He tried to speak, to communicate in something other than the growl that thrummed in his chest, eventually managing a strained 'uunngh.' The message was fairly clear, at least: more of that, please.

Javik seemed to be taciturn by nature, but that didn't stop Damon from doing exactly what he wanted to do, enjoying having what he considered the upper hand at the moment. His free hand went to Javiks' thigh, finding its way up the carapace to the gaps of more sensitive skin and gripping him as he continued to drag his mouth up and down along the ridged shaft.

His leg twitched at every touch, sending more twinges of pleasure and stimulation through him than he knew how to handle. There was a pressure in his sternum, a building tension that signaled his coming orgasm. Sooner than he'd like, of course, but there was nothing for it. Both hands scrambled to grab Damon's head, to urge him on, but the vampire's head was too... round. Too small. He settled for linking his fingers together on the back of his neck, holding him in place without forcing him down.

Javik's legs were spread as far they could go, hips rocking to meet Damon's mouth. He was so fucking close -

There was a moment where Damon had a decision to make -- to keep doing what Javik so desperately seemed to want him to do, or to pause and drag it out more.

Guess which one he chose?

He pulled up off the prothean, moving his mouth over to where his fingers played, then crawling up to all but sit in his lap. "I think I like you like this, even if you still can't manage to actually say anything nice."

The sudden loss was almost painful, and Javik reeled at the sudden, infinitely cruel deprivation. With Damon crawling into his lap, he couldn't even reach down to finish the job himself, leaving his cock throbbing so hard he swore he saw stars.

Once the shock wore off, pure rage flashed across his face. His hands dropped down to grip Damon's arms, a little too tightly to be friendly. "You should not have stopped."

"Consider it a pause. You're wound too tightly and I think you need to learn the benefit of a little downtime. Which means taking your time. You'll get there, Buggy. Just not right this second. It always feels better when you take your time with it." He moved his mouth to that red patch at Javik's throat, licking before he bit at him. No fangs still, but enough that he could feel the promise behind his teeth.

Javik didn't look convinced at all. He hated this, he hated Damon, and he hated the notion of being told to take his time. This wasn't what he wanted at all, and yet here they were. Why the vampire hadn't just accepted what he'd been giving him earlier, he'd never know.

He didn't dignify that with a response, either, scowl etched on his face again. Despite his obvious displeasure, on all levels, his chin still tipped up at the lick and nip.

Because the vampire liked to be in control and liked to do more then just lay there. And because he was a bit of a dick.

But when Javik tilted his chin up and gave him more access, Damon took it, teeth fastening around the thinner skin as he gave a low growl, body moving so that his cock brushed up against Javik's, feeling the slick of both his own saliva and Javik's lubrication.

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