bakerstreet | the bj meme

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.

Javik exhaled loudly, inhaling sharply through his nostrils in turn. The denial had wound up his tension again, but Damon's ministrations threatened to break down those barriers a second time. The result was the occasional shudder that traveled through his body, easily mistaken for shaking.

He hummed as Damon's cock slid against his, and remembering earlier, let both his hands come to rest over the small of his back. Two could play at this game.

His own cock twitched when he felt hands on his lower back, hips rocking to let him rut against Javik as he orally explored all those little pockets of red around the alien's neck.

Though, there was one thing he was curious about...

"Are these scars?" He asked as he lifted his head, finger moving to outline one of the sensory pits that he noticed drew reactions from him.

His hum deepened as Damon pushed against him, thighs tensing so he could meet the contact. This was more like it, and they were getting back on track until the vampire started poking around again.

Javik twitched, head jerking slightly to escape Damon's finger. He was hypersensitive now, thanks to Damon's little trick. It would probably take weeks before the smell and sense of the vampire faded from there. "No. They are sensory pits."

"What, like... snakes?" Well, that was certainly interesting. He wondered what would happen if he just... leaned in and let his tongue drag over one before he brushed his lips over Javik's.

"Like - " he couldn't even finish his retort before Damon's tongue filled the groove, sending a lightning bolt of sensory information and arousal crashing through him. His hands tightened on Damon's back, hips rolling up as he growled in response. Lurching forward, he crushed his lips against Damon's, tongue snaking out to taste him.

That was a reaction he liked, making a small little pleased sound as he let his tongue play with the longer, thinner one that found its way into his mouth. The hands at his back send a pleasurable tingle up his spine, making his body rut in against Javik's again. He was tempted to see what the prothean would do if he just licked and kissed at the grooves alone.

Javik let Damon fall against him, meeting his hips to give his own cock the stimulation it had been starved of for so long. The kiss had a lot less teeth than the first time, and eventually Javik pulled away, trying to enjoy the grind of their hips.

Damon was welcome to find out what would happen.

Damon was going to find out what would happen, lips moving up to one of the longer grooves, tongue dragging along it until it passed that one and moved up to the ones closer to his eyes. He pressed closer to Javik as he did, both cocks trapped between the press of their bodies.

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