the bj meme

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the blow job meme. 
this is a meme to write blowjobs.
simple as that. 
everybody's invited. you know the drill.

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[withbite]

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.

[notavirtue]

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.

[withbite]

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.

[notavirtue]

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.

[withbite]

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.

[notavirtue]

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.

[withbite]

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.

[notavirtue]

Javik faltered, another shudder running through his body as he pushed himself against Damon. Ordinarily, if he'd ever been bleeding while having sex, it was because he was fresh off the battlefield and passions were running too high to let it wait. Circumstances were different here, of course, but he wasn't about to deny the thrill of it.

Letting his weight fall down onto Damon, he wrapped his arms around his middle, before turning them over so that he was on his back. One leg he kept pinned around Damon's, in case he got any ideas about going somewhere else.

[withbite]

He moved easily when the prothean decided to switch positions, knees resting on the bed as he settled himself between his legs. The leg to keep him in place wasn't necessary, but it made him smirk as he realized Javik was that insistent on seeing this through. So much for the disgust and disdain he'd shown before. Damon would be sure to rub this in his face at the exact wrong moment -- and likely try to drag him into it again.

[notavirtue]

Of course he was insistent on seeing it through - Damon had already proven he'd rather play dirty than just knuckle down and get to it. Like right now, actually - the vampire could actually do something after Javik rolled them over, but he wasn't.

So, Javik lifted his hips, moving up against him as he angled his head to bite down on Damon's collarbone again. It wasn't a very hard bite, but there was no missing it.

[withbite]

Learn to go with the flow, Javik. Sometimes it was okay to just take things slow, let the-- goddammit. The bite had him letting out a low groan, hips thrusting in hard and fast as the pleasure tangled up with that small sharp spike of pain. His knees dug in harder, body moving at a sudden and quick pace, going from stillness to a quick fuck.

[notavirtue]

Likewise, Damon could learn to go with the flow, especially when it wasn't slow. He growled in response to Damon's reaction, back arcing as he spread his legs, opening himself to the vampire. Unable to keep his teeth clamped down, Javik tipped his head back, nails raking down Damon's back. He let out a guttural moan, rolling his hips back into the thrusts whenever he was able. This was more like it.

[withbite]

He hissed at the nails scraping over skin, back flexing as he let his hips continue to thrust. Javik was meeting him at his best attempt and Damon was debating on going into a faster pace, one that he knew the prothean wouldn't be able to match, but that he'd likely enjoy all the same.

Testing, he did so for a few bursts, pleasure tight and aching in his stomach as he watched to see Javik's reactions.

[notavirtue]

It was more than he was expecting, and nearly more than he could handle. Javik's hands clawed at Damon's skin, back arcing again as his body went rigid in response. Though it didn't last long, that was sort of relief, allowing him a moment to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Javik fell back against the bed, looking up at Damon with a mixture of confusion and intense curiosity. Wetting his lips, he only said: "Again."

[withbite]

A hand sliding under Javik's hip to lift him up, Damon complied, hips moving at a rapid pace as he thrust with vampire speed into the prothean. He kept it to another short burst, though this one was longer than the first.

[notavirtue]

Javik let out a staggered moan, back arcing again and practically thrashing under the vampire until he slowed. The knot of pleasure was tight in his chest, and he knew he couldn't take much more. Even at this rate, the morning was going be a tough recovery.

But he was too close to let it go now, and one leg hooking around Damon's, he hissed: "Again."

[withbite]

It was easy to smile, to grin down at Javik and nip at his neck as he braced his arms on the bed and gave the prothean exactly what he wanted. He thrust against him, feeling the rougher, thicker carapace skin against him, interspersed with the softer patches as his body slid against Javik's. It was in a blur of speed, but it was definitely an interesting texture experience in comparison to his usual conquests.

[notavirtue]

That was it - too fast, too much and Javik was over the edge, teeth clenched as he shuddered beneath the vampire. He let out a low, tense hum as the orgasm dwindled, pressing himself up against Damon to prolong contact and sensation. Nothing good ever lasted, of course, and before long he relaxed, sinking back into the bed and sucking in a deep breath of air.

Well, that had sure been something.

[withbite]

He slowed when Javik hit his orgasm, slowing until he stopped, though he didn't withdraw yet. He stay half-leaning over him, watching what a prothean looked like when they came and came down from it. He wasn't sure if he was waiting for another barb or for the orgasm to have 'cleared' his senses or not. What? It was sex with an alien. Not like he had a precedent for this. "I take it that was a good sound...?"

[notavirtue]

Javik let go of the breath he'd been holding in, looking up at Damon without saying anything for a moment. The relaxed look on his face was rapidly creasing back into his usual scowl. He shifted slightly, but made no move to dislodge the vampire.

"You are quite perceptive." Obviously, it wasn't meant as a compliment.

[withbite]

With a smirk, he gave a slow, shallow thrust of his hips before he finally withdrew, moving to lay on his back beside the now disgruntled alien. "You are such a sweet talker. You're welcome, by the way."

[notavirtue]

Turning his head to watch him, Javik's scowl deepened. It was, apparently, his default setting, no matter what they'd just done. He tensed slightly at that last thrust, but didn't move otherwise.

"Do aliens always expect gratitude for their services?"

[withbite]

Damon snorted and reached over to find a bottle dragging it up and moving to lean against the headboard as he took a drink. "No, but aliens like to enjoy things with their sex partners if they're not being paid for it."

[notavirtue]

Javik was not at all surprised to see how easily Damon procured alcohol, though he was certainly not in the mood for anymore of it. Especially if more drinking led to more situations like this one - and he wasn't nearly sober enough to regret it.

"Mutual satisfaction is enough." That might be the problem, though. "You did not finish."

[withbite]

He sipped at his drink, pillowing his head as he got comfy. "Mm, not this time, no. Why, does that bug you?" It wasn't like he had to finish every time. Blueballs weren't a thing for vampires.