bakerstreet | the bj meme

Javik smiled briefly, a little too distracted and scattered to let it stick. "I did not know if it would work on an alien or not."

Good to know that it did, really. Humans couldn't hear a turian's subharmonics, after all, but they were still affected. Anything he had over Damon, however, instantly dissolved when he kept toying with his sensory pits. All he could taste, see and smell was the vampire, every sense filled with the man in his lap.

He let out a sharp gasp, hips bucking more forcefully against Damon. If he didn't get off soon, he was going to go mad.

Well, now Javik knew it did, and Damon might just try to get him to do it again at a later point, if only because it was such a new sensation, but such a good one.

Of course, with that going on and the friction to his cock, along with the hands at his back, Damon wanted... well, we all know what Damon wanted. He wanted sex. He wanted to get off in a thousand different ways and he was edging more towards wanting it now than later. For now, he drew his mouth away from those very fun to tease areas, nipping once at Javik's lips before heading back to the pulse at his throat and biting lightly at it as he stilled his hips against the prothean. Again, he wanted to draw it out more, but considering how volatile Javik's initial reaction had been to the pause, he was curious how he'd react to another detour.

Javik's upper lip peeled up over his teeth, but he tilted his head back nonetheless, giving Damon free access. His fingernails dug into Damon's back as he stilled, continuing to roll his hips against him in protest. This was fine. This would work. Damon's mouth had been better, but this would do just as well.

Desperation was turning out to be his reaction, but like hell he was letting the vampire win this round. The sounds he made were somewhere between growls and moans, fighting to maintain pressure against his cock even without the vampire moving against him.

Damon's hands reached back, grabbing for Javik's to pull them away from him for a moment. "Ah, ah. Remember. Take your time. Why not have an intermissionary drink, mm? Then I can figure out exactly how I want to finish this..." Sex itself was tempting him, as was more of the oral stimulation he loved so much.

Either way, he had options and he wanted to see just how far he could push the prothean.

There was a look of rage crossed with that same predatory nature from either, and Javik went very, very still. Apparently, he'd finally pushed just a little too far.

Javik sat up, shoving the vampire off of him, uncaring if he hit the floor or the couch. "If you knew how much time I had lost..."

He didn't finish that sentence, one hand already down and wrapping around his cock. He'd finish this himself, if Damon wanted to be like that.

Damon didn't shove that easily. Kind of a benefit of being a vampire with a ridiculous reserve of strength. He also was speedy, reaching down and halting Javik's hand.

"Look, Buggy. I didn't say we were stopping, I said we were pausing." He stood up, jerking at Javik's hand to pull him up with him. "The past is the past and if we bitched and moaned about all the things we lost, we'd never get anything done. You're here now. We're not going to be interrupted. And if you play your cards right, I can make sure that it's more than just a one-off. How much stamina do aliens have, anyway?"

Javik was nearing his boiling point, working his jaw in frustration as Damon managed to intervene again. He hesitated before answering, considering Damon's words, and then he started laughing. It... wasn't the nicest sound.

"Do you think I can achieve only one orgasm?" Since Damon hadn't moved his hand away, he gave himself a squeeze, just because he could. He leaned his face closer to Damon's. "I could last the entirety of Samhain and lose count. Sex for pleasure is a modern concept among aliens, but not protheans."

Damon smiled, wide and amused as all hell that Javik was bragging to him. "Really? Well, why not come play some of that big bad multi-orgasm alien sexuality over my way? It might be nice to find someone that can keep up with my... needs."

This time Damon did move to pull his hand away, but slowly, still trying to draw Javik up to his feet. Why? Because there was a bed behind a curtain off to the side and that meant more room for... well, everything.

He might have been embellishing a little... or a lot, but he was more than fifty thousand years out of practice. This was as good a place as any to start over, he supposed.

"Your needs," Javik snorted, but it worked. He stood, still a little woozy and uneasy on his feet despite trying to hide it.

"They're very deep." He slid his hands around Javik's waist, taking his turn to lead the alien over towards that curtained alcove. Damon wasn't nearly as drunk, but he was certainly enjoying the benefits of an alien that could turn him on with vibrations of sound. That was a new one and he leaned in, smiling as he nipped at Javik's lower lip. "And let's just say I'm curious about a few things right now."

Namely, how that ridging would feel in certain places...

Javik followed easily, chasing after Damon's lips with his tongue, a brief lick across his chin. He leaned into the vampire, arm reaching across his shoulders. It helped keep him steady, and keep them closer together.

"Such as?"

"I've never had sex with anyone other than a human or vampire. Let's just say this is an opportunity I don't want to waste." The curtain was behind him and he moved an arm back to push it aside, turning them so that he could start to press Javik back against it, encouraging him to sit, then to shuffle back. He licked at the tongue coming out to meet his, sucking briefly at it before he started to crawl onto the bed over the prothean. "I'm not really sure how copulation goes in your species, but let's just say that human, and vampire, males can go both ways."

His sensory ability gave him a hell of an advantage, but Javik had never had a partner that wasn't prothean. The fact that he'd made it this far would probably horrify him in the morning, but he was beyond the point of caring right now. He was easily herded, falling back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. His cock jutted up between them, just as hard and wet as it had been.

"As I said, we will be compatible." And whichever way Damon intended to take this, he was more than ready.

"Both ways?" Because not that he'd spread Javik's legs wide and gotten an up close look or anything, but he hadn't exactly seen a... suitable place for anything to be inserted, let's say.

But Damon crawled over him, grinning as he leaned his head down and gave the protruding cock a lick, then a quick suck at the tip before shuffling further up. Maybe he'd have to go for a little ride...

Javik shifted, just shy of squirming at the teasing lick. He was certain he'd suffered enough at Damon's hands (and mouth) tonight. If it was always going to be like this with the vampire, he'd reconsider drinking in his presence.

"Yes," he hissed, tongue darting out to follow the split down his chin.

That or... Javik could just learn to enjoy taking it slow. A little teasing never killed anyone. "Show me." Not necessarily so Damon could use it in that fashion, but because he wanted to know where it was if he wanted to. For later. Maybe. Or just to add to the teasing if it happened to be as sensitive as the rest of Javik's happy spots.

Maybe not killed, but definitely resulted in grievous injury. Javik was fairly certain he was going to try and rip out Damon's throat some point. If the vampire recovered, then he could do it again. Instant gratification.

"I will," he said, pushing himself up to bite Damon's chin. "And then you will show me."

Fair's fair. He dropped back down, pulling his legs up at the same time one hand wrapped around his own dick again. Damon didn't have to worry about stopping him from going to far, as he worked the crown just enough to wet his fingers.

"If that's what you want," he smiled as Javik lay back, watching the alien touch himself, seeing the slick of his own wetness spread over his fingers and finding himself reacting to the sight of it. Well, he was a bit of a voyeur. And an exhibitionist. This could be fun in its own way.

Satisfied his fingers were coated, Javik tilted his hips. Their basic anatomy was similar enough, if not entirely exact. A cursory glance would lead one to wonder where protheans kept their testicles, or if they even had any, though the rest was obvious. His hand followed around the curve of his groin, fingers stopping to circle his entrance.

Javik felt the heat rise to his face, aware of what he was doing and why. He should be repulsed by the entire act, but it just made his blood rush right back down to his dick. Without stopping to think about it too hard, he slid one finger into himself, breath hitching in his throat.

Well well, it seemed that protheans could fuck themselves. Good to know. Damon moved forward, hand sliding down to tease around the finger already inserted, his other hand giving Javik a quick stroke before he let him go. It was nice to watch and kind of a bit of a surprise to see just how receptive to touch Javik really was, considering how abrupt he could be.

As usual, Damon seemed intent on teasing, and nothing else. He was starting to think that was all he really had to offer, and dreading the thought that if he attempted to pleasure himself again, he'd be stopped. It was worth a try.

When Damon let go, Javik's free hand took its place, setting something of a clumsy rhythm between stroking himself and pushing his finger in and out. He waited for Damon to interfere, rather than join him.

Damon didn't disappoint, pulling Javik's hands away from himself, but... he didn't plan on leaving him alone for long. He crawled further up, pinning Javik's hands down beside his head, knees straddling his hips as he grinned down at him. "And now I get to show you mine, right?"

Javik rumbled in his displeasure, hips rocking in the futile attempt to maintain some sort of friction. Still, he didn't resist when Damon rearranged his hands, watching the vampire suspiciously.

"Do it."

Damon pulled Javik's hands up higher, pinning them over his head with one of his own while the other moved down to Javik's cock, fingers sliding around the cap to gather a little of that convenient lubrication. Then he moved those glistening fingers to his ass, sliding one, then two fingers in to prepare himself for his own version of show and tell. Javik likely couldn't see a damn thing he was doing at the moment, but he could feel it.

He'd feel when Damon touched his cock to gather up the fluid and he'd likely very definitely feel when the vampire moved to position Javik's dick against his own hole. "So pushy..." he purred, leaning down to lick over one of those sensory pits again as he slowly started to lower himself onto his first alien cock.

He couldn't see, no, but he could do more than feel it. Direct skin contact let him tap directly into what Damon was experiencing, and the combined anticipation made him shiver. His hands clenched into fists, straining against the super-human hold Damon had on his wrists. Javik would have liked nothing more than to grab his hips, slam him down and fuck him senseless.

Damon insisted on dragging things out, of course, so Javik relegated himself to tilting his pelvis, giving the vampire a better angle to sink onto him. The natural lubrication eased the passage, and one by one his plates slipped inside the vampire. Javik bit his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood, before letting out a low, throaty moan at the heat enveloping his cock.

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