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?"
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."
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."
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.
"Should it? I do not know your social customs or expectations for sex." Not yet, anyways. Tonight was a bit of a crash course. Besides, one look south would tell Damon that Javik himself was still hard, and not uncomfortable for it. Getting off had taken quite a bit of the tension out of Javik, at least. "Though I assume that means we are not yet finished."
"They vary from person to person. Some say 'no sex outside of marriage', some only do one night stands. There isn't really any... expectation beyond enjoyment." He took another sip, enjoying the heat and the mix of pleasure and that not-quite orgasmic feeling he had going on. "That depends. We can be. Or we can put our pants on and go find other things to do. Or not put our pants on. I'm sure you could attract a few playmates going out like that."
He had the feeling Damon was over-simplifying. He might not have much in the way of expectations, but really, that was for the best in this situation. The face he pulled, in response to that last part, was one of disgust.
"I have no desire to attract any mates." He looked at the bottle Damon was holding a moment, then added: "I would prefer water."
A bath, even. If Damon cleaned up, maybe he'd actually let him finish what he'd started.
"Don't be so literal. Fuck partners, then." He rolled his eyes as he took another sip of his not-water, then looked over at Javik. "There's some in that skin over there. Help yourself." Translation: Damon wasn't your waiter.
Same thing, as far as he was concerned. Languages could be so overly complicated, for no real purpose whatsoever.
Not expecting to be waited on, Javik rolled to the side, and went to retrieve the skin. Already, he could tell where he was going to be sore. He brought one hand up to his neck, and it came back bloody. Unconcerned, he proceeded to drain the skin of its contents. "Better."
"So I have a question," he mused, feet moving from side to side as he lounged naked on the bed. "What do you do in terms of self pleasure? Or is that not a concept where you come from?"
"How often do you do the deed? I'm guessing not. As in ever." His hand moved down to rest alongside his cock, fingers randomly stroking along it in a tickling tease.
Slightly more often, when he was younger. But killing his crew, watching his people be slaughtered by the millions and then waking up as the last of his kind had long since dried up most desires he'd ever had.
"What is it like, I wonder, to be a species so thoroughly driven by the need to mate?" He scowled, not reacting to Damon's touches. Well, his cock throbbed, but that was par for the course.
"It's fun. And rewarding. And distracting. You should try giving into those needs more often. You seem to enjoy it well enough when you're doing the do, so to speak."
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"Do aliens always expect gratitude for their services?"
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"Mutual satisfaction is enough." That might be the problem, though. "You did not finish."
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"I have no desire to attract any mates." He looked at the bottle Damon was holding a moment, then added: "I would prefer water."
A bath, even. If Damon cleaned up, maybe he'd actually let him finish what he'd started.
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Not expecting to be waited on, Javik rolled to the side, and went to retrieve the skin. Already, he could tell where he was going to be sore. He brought one hand up to his neck, and it came back bloody. Unconcerned, he proceeded to drain the skin of its contents. "Better."
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"We masturbate, if that is what you are asking." He'd tried to do it earlier, when Damon was having his fun denying him.
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"What is it like, I wonder, to be a species so thoroughly driven by the need to mate?" He scowled, not reacting to Damon's touches. Well, his cock throbbed, but that was par for the course.
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