bakerstreet | the bj meme

"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.

Damon was fine with taking his time, or Javik taking his, sucking out a mouthful of blood before drawing back, leaving the holes dribbling a little that he licked clean. "You know, if you ask nicely, I can make sure those heal up," he said, voice a little strained from the touch to his cock.

Javik practically melted into the vampire when he felt the blood loss, looking dazed for a moment. That shouldn't feel good at all. It should be terrible, and a sign of imminent danger. Unfortunately, instead it felt as though his cock had somehow gotten harder in response.

The offer went unanswered, as Javik pushed himself upright with colossal force of will. He straddled the vampire's hips, watching his face as he returned to the task of stroking Damon's dick.

It could be brought up again later when brains were functional. For now, he licked his lips as that lubed up hand moved over him, a hum leaving him as his cock went from half mast to full, his own hands moving to touch and tease the prothean where he could find spots to do so.

Not one to waste time, (or drag things out unnecessarily), Javik lifted his hips again as soon as Damon was hard. Hand still on the vampire's cock, he guided him towards his entrance, and sank down until he was pushed in to the hilt.

Maybe Damon had the right of it, and he should take his time, but... impatience had its uses. Javik growled, gritting his teeth as blood trickled down his neck.

When it came to sex, Damon generally did have the right of it. He enjoyed it and all the things that came from it, so maybe Javik should just pick up on some of what he was laying down.

Though he certainly wasn't going to complain when he felt the tightness start to envelop his cock. His hands gripped Javik's hips, not to pull him down faster, but just to hold him because the pleasure was too intense, especially since he'd already come once.

He might. Eventually - under protest.

Javik didn't move either, thighs tensing as he adjusted the sensation. Damon's cock was... smooth, but a generous length. Alien, but, as the vampire had learned, not bad. Something he could get used to, which was another thought certain to horrify him in the morning.

Leaning over Damon, Javik braced his hands on either side of him on the bed, rolling his hips once. He didn't intend to give up any depth just yet, simply grinding back down on him.

As Javik moved back on him, Damon concentrated, flexing his length as it filled the prothean. Vampire or not, he couldn't do more than that, but the movement should be something Javik could feel.

Javik leaning over him had the blood dripping from his neck downward, making Damon lift up to lick at the drops, moving in a slow rhythm with him.

If the sudden hitch in his breathing was anything to go by, Javik had certainly felt it. He pushed down against Damon a bit more forcefully, neck stretching out again for the vampire's convenience. Once Damon matched his own rhythm, he picked up the pace, hands fisting in the sheets.

A small smirk at the fact that the little maneuver had worked. Then he was lifting up against the other male, hand sliding up his back to hold him and give him something to lever up against as he sealed his lips around the wound, drawing another small dribble into him. This? This was certainly better than the snarking back and forth.

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