bakerstreet | the bj meme

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.

Another time, Damon might very well let Javik do that, but right now, he wanted to find out exactly what the entirety of this entailed so he could figure out what he would and wouldn't allow in the future.

He watched those teeth dig into his lips, breath puffing out over the sensitive grooves and Javik's mouth as he lowered himself still slowly down. It felt... well, it felt like a dick in his ass, but the plating gave it a different sensation, more like a fancy dildo than a human cock. Not in a bad way, at least, not yet. He pushed himself down until he was fully seated, swirling his hips once to get used to that full sort of pressure, finally releasing his hold on Javik's wrists so he could move to sit up on top of him, another little rock of his hips making the dick inside him shift and he let out a soft sound. "That's not so bad..."

Javik kept still, at least understanding the need to take this part slowly. The fact that humans (or vampires) lacked the same sort of self-lubricating asset made him wonder how aliens ever comfortably mated.

When his hands were released, he showed enough restraint by only bringing them to rest on Damon's thighs, only lightly dragging his nails across the skin. One hand snaked back up, making a pass on Damon's cock and stroking a few times. He shifted his legs apart, toes curling against the sheets, fighting every damn urge in his body to move.

He rewarded that restraint by lifting up slowly, then falling, glad that at least one of them had some sort of ability to make the passage easier. Then again, human, and vampire males, weren't genetically made to insert into anuses, so... less of a design flaw and more that their biology couldn't keep up with their non-procreative sexuality. Protheans got a check mark point for that.

Settling his knees in on either side of Javik, he started to push up, feeling himself rise up over the not entirely usual cock, then he slid back down, feeling the ridges glide over parts inside of him that sent electric shocks through him.

So long as he was thoroughly and properly stimulated, his cock would continue producing the lubricating coital fluid. He might, however, have to re hydrate himself at some point during the night...

Javik's breathing became more labored, hands finally moving to Damon's hips and gripping there. If nothing else, he could hope to consider it an insurance policy, that this meant Damon was going to let him get off. He should have been more offended that the vampire had managed to control him like that - instead, he rolled his hips experimentally, testing how Damon reacted.

Damon leaned back, stretching his body out and leaning a bit backwards to change the angle, eyes closing as he rose up and down again, feeling the way Javik moved, the three-fingered hands at his hips feeling both similar and strange to other hands he'd had on him.

Considering how their meetings always went, this was the last thing he'd expected from another run in with Javik, so he could be forgiven a laugh, head back as he rose up and down again, grinding at the end, hips circling around to move the cock inside him further. "Much better."

Alien as he was, Javik could appreciate the aesthetic of Damon's body. Lean, yet muscular, flexing and stretching in ways that mesmerized him. It probably had something to do with how that same body was working his dick, but he wasn't in the frame of mind to question it. At the moment, it was one of the most arousing things he'd seen in years, and he intended to enjoy it.

"Yes," Javik gasped, though it was unclear if he was agreeing with Damon, or the situation in general. He rotated his hips against Damon's when he came back down, slowly becoming more insistent as the vampire continued to keep the pace. Already he felt the pressure in his sternum build, denied once already.

In light of that, Javik decided 'much better' wasn't good enough. Pushing himself up, while keeping Damon firmly in his lap, he let that grinding buzz in his chest loose again, biting his collarbone at the same time.

Javik... that was entirely unfair. Being appreciated was one thing and Damon would have preened if he'd known that Javik actually enjoyed the look of him, but the bite and the vibrations that went straight to his dick again had him jerking in surprise, a hand going to Javik's shoulder. He would have gripped the back of his head, but... sort of different shapes to handle and his hand didn't naturally sit anywhere. His breath caught, his body tightening around Javik's inside him, squeezing as pleasure all but thrummed through him. "Fuck..."

Like before, the sound didn't last, gradually fading back into relative silence. Javik released his collarbone, pushing his face into Damon's neck and inhaling deeply. He closed his eyes, taking the time to utilize his sensory ability again and familiarize himself with human anatomy. In particular, what he had to do to illicit a number of responses from the vampire.

Once he was satisfied he knew what to do, Javik leaned back again, adjusting the tilt of his pelvis. When he rolled his hips back into Damon, it sent his cock in at just the right angle, pressing inside the vampire at just the right spot. Getting Damon off would result in him getting off, so he was aiming for a win-win situation here.

For someone that seemed to hate humans and everything to do with them, Javik was unnervingly good at finding those places that drove him crazy. The angle changed and he felt Javik rock up until the hardness inside of him pressed against his prostate in just the right so as to make him squeeze himself around the prothean's cock, coming down harder as pleasure zig zagged through him. He felt Javik at his neck, a flitting thought of those teeth sinking in again had him moving faster, wondering how Javik would feel if the tables were turned and Damon was using vamp speed to fuck him.

Maybe he'd have to find out later...

There was a difference between humans (or vampires) that annoyed him by speaking to him, and those that were currently working his cock. Priorities tended to change, and he was nothing if not adaptable.

Javik matched his tempo, twisting his hips when Damon came back down to ensure they fit together perfectly each time. His fingers tightened on Damon's hips, head tilting back as he slowly lost himself in the squeeze and pull of their fucking. Javik was getting close again, but he wasn't stopping until Damon went over the edge first.

If Javik was as stubborn with seeing to that as he was in keeping his mouth shut, he'd be reaching that soon enough. As it was, Damon wasn't in the mood to drag it out too long. He'd decided he wanted to play in all facets of this little pool while he could, which meant seeing what it was like on the other end of this equation.

He rode the prothean faster, meeting Javik's body in that perfect angle that had shocks vibrating through him with each thrust. Pleasure started to build, pulsing and throbbing around the base of his cock as he felt his orgasm threaten. His hand moved down to circle himself, both to control the pace and the... angle of delivery. Last thing he needed was a mouthful of his own come.

He could sense how Damon was, and the sensation washed over him twofold. A benefit and drawback of his sensory ability, really, being so keenly tuned in to what his partner was feeling. Damon couldn't reciprocate, which left half of the connection oddly empty to Javik. So long as the end result was the same, he could deal with the pit falls of mating with aliens.

The closer he got, the harder it was to focus on what he needed to do. Gasping moans escaped his throat, but try as he might, he couldn't concentrate on forcing out the buzz that so thrilled the vampire. He settled for what he might consider second best, and that was his biotics. Damon had seen it once, during Samhain, a flash of green light that enveloped Javik's body. It was there and gone the next second, but it would make Damon's skin tingle, hairs rising, like a build of pleasant static electricity.

Riding him like this with Javik sitting up instead of lying back, there was a lot more skin pressed close together and when Javik flared green, Damon had a moment of being intensely surprised and wondering if he was going to wind up fried before that melted into his orgasm hitting him, the buzz over his skin along with his body coming down on Javik's being the final push to throw him over. He tensed completely, ass clamping tightly around Javik as his body pulsed with pleasure. He angled his cock away from the pair of them, stroking himself as he came, small spurts leaving him to settle against the wall of the alcove. Oops.

Javik held him in place as he came, upper lip peeling over his teeth as he rode it out, hips still rocking against Damon until he followed suit. Given that it had been... quite a long time since Javik's last coupling, his orgasm was a whole body experience. He thrashed beneath the vampire, back arcing as he shuddered, the release of tension easily felt between the two of them. Gasping when he remember to breath, Javik's body was taunt and coiled, and then all at once he relaxed, falling onto his back on the bed.

It was a moment before he calmed, a dazed, yet satisfied look on his face. Despite the obvious signs of reaching orgasm, he left behind no mess... and his cock was still rock hard inside the vampire.

This was normally the part where Damon got off and lay beside his partner, but it was the feel of something inside him still seemingly fully aroused. He rocked again, hips doing a slow, lazy circle as he felt his body float on that cloud of pleasure. "Is that how it's going to be?"

The best Javik could do was grunt in response, eyes half lidded as Damon moved on top of him. He wanted to ask what he meant, and then his nostrils picked out the salty tang of Damon's ejaculate. Javik turned his head, eyes ticking over the stain, before looking back up at the vampire.

"You... are finished?" He had no other way of putting it, clearly confused and a little disappointed by what had just happened.

"That round, yes. But I did mention my stamina and recuperation time." Vampires had libidos like succubi and it wouldn't be long before he was ready for a second round. Especially not if he kept moving and having that length of Javik inside him pressing against his prostate.

Maybe it was a good thing he'd been denied finishing Damon off with his mouth - he wouldn't have been expecting that. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, a primal response at wondering how it might taste, and a reaction to what Damon was doing.

"It takes more than that for a prothean to ejaculate," he said, moving his fingers slowly over Damon's thighs. "Though it is not necessary at all. Can you not control your own orgasm?"

He said not necessary, but it definitely felt better.

"What exactly does it take for a prothean to ejaculate?" Something he might want to figure out if he happened to keep riding said prothean. The light touch on his thighs was nice, particularly after the grabbing and roughness of earlier. "Depends. There's something called a tantric orgasm, being able to come without, well, coming. But for the most part, men make a mess when they orgasm. For a lot of them, that's the end of the game."

"The correct amount of stimulation." Vague, yes, but he was going to keep it that way for now. Once he hit that point, it was the end of the game for him. Procreation wasn't always the goal or result of two protheans coupling, and Javik had never wanted children... as such, the number of times he'd cum, versus orgasm, was fairly low. "But not you."

It wasn't really a question. His eyes wandered back down, blatantly staring at the sight of his cock still buried deep in the vampire.

"Mm, no. Not me." Vampires were lucky that way -- so were their partners. Moving until he could lay down along Javik's front, he nuzzled against his chest, finding all the different textures there of carapace versus skin. "I suppose the better question is; what do you want to do for round two?"

Javik shifted to accommodate the vampire, hands moving from his thighs to rest on his back. Close as he was, Damon would be able to see the damage Javik's body had suffered throughout his life, practically invisible unless one was actually looking. There were scars hidden between the ripples of red flesh, chips in his chitin and a hairline crack that ran through his left breastplate. He'd taken a hell of a beating over the years, yet came out almost entirely whole.

"Whatever is... desirable." They'd just been rolling with the punches since they'd started, anyways.

"That covers a lot of ground." Fingers moved to trace over the crack in his breastplate, finding those little knicks and dings as he continued to move with Javik in him, his own body starting to stir again. "You feel up to trading places?"

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