bakerstreet | the bj meme

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?"

Javik watched him explore, but to be honest, he was more interested in the sudden rise of arousal he sensed from Damon. Good. That didn't take very long at all.

"Acceptable," he finally said, raking his fingernails down the vampire's sides.

Moving wouldn't be hard, Javik was still buried in him and thanks to vamp speed, he could turn and adjust them easily. But it would be up to the prothean to disengage and set himself up for a ride when he was able, though Damon happily used the new position to play with all those stripes of red that seemed to be so sensitive.

The move wasn't as terribly disorienting this time, and Javik recovered quickly. For a moment, he remained poised over the vampire, cock twitching at the thought of fucking him in this position.

Later, though. There was always later. Javik removed his length from Damon, propping himself up on one elbow so his free hand could slick off the fluid that coated his cock. He flicked the excess off, then reached down to massage the head again, encouraging a fresh flow of coital fluid. Damon couldn't do this himself, so Javik would have to provide. He did his best to ignore when and where Damon teased him.

Oh no, Javik. Ignoring him wasn't an option. Damon's mouth would find those sensitive spots, licking at them, murmuring little sounds as he trailed fingers teasingly over red skin, tickling almost while his eyes flicked down to watch Javik touch himself.

His best, unfortunately, was definitely not enough. His body stretched out across Damon's, chin tipping up again to expose more of himself to the vampire. For a moment, it seemed he was forgetting what he was supposed to be doing. His hand closed around his length, eyes drifting shut.

Shaking his head once, Javik moved, sliding on top of Damon and angling his hips to push their cocks together again. The hand that was already down there circled Damon as well, spreading the lubricating fluid between them.

The hand circling his cock and pressing it against Javik's made him hum a low sound, mouth against the skin of Javik's throat as he licked over it, teeth grazing before he nipped at him again. His hands were down to tickle along the stripes at his hips, body rocking up into the touch as pleasure started to skim through him again.

Offering his neck to a vampire was something he'd likely regret, or scold himself for later, but at the moment he just reacted to what felt best. His breath came in hot bursts, hips moving against Damon's eagerly every time the teeth came into play. Javik moved his slick hand to wrap around the vampire's, stroking him back to arousal and prepping him at the same time.

The stroking and the slickness he could feel over him from Javik's own cock was what had his eyes darkening, the fangs sliding free as he moved to slip them carefully past red skin. Javik's blood tasted different, sure, but it was still blood and he was horny and sex and blood just went together for the vampire.

Javik tensed as the skin broke, a pinprick of pain compared to what he was used to, but circumstances were... different. The intensity of the sensation sent a shudder through his body, lightning down his spine, and there was no holding back the moan that welled up in his throat.

He pushed himself forward, spreading his legs to either side of Damon's. He hadn't forgotten what he was supposed to be doing, but he'd rather not stop this, either.

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