bakerstreet | the bj meme

All of the air rushed out of his lungs, and for half a moment he felt ready to pass out, as if every last drop of blood in his body went rushing between his legs. He spread his thighs, trying to alleviate the pressure in his groin as he swelled, eager for her tongue.

Javik hissed when he inhaled, and Vanessa's bold whim was rewarded. The plating parted, and his cock slid free, slick and growing harder by the second.

He watched her, eyes heavily lidded, still keeping his hands firmly in place on the armrests.

Vanessa pulled back, eyes widening slightly when she saw Javik's cock finally come into view. She wondered if the alien knew that she had never done this before--with anyone. Still, she is a creature that delves to the bottom of all things. So the nuances of this should not be difficult for her, hopefully.

"You can touch me, you know."

The words are spoken quietly, even as she wrapped a hand around his length, giving it one firm stroke, thumb sliding along the bottom vein.

He didn't know - not yet. Her invitation to touch her would put an end to any guesses he might have about her experience, or lack thereof. Javik hesitated, thighs tensing again as she stroked him, taking a moment to recover from that surge of pleasure through his body. The underside of his cock was lined with subdermal plating, just under the crown down to the base. It was flexible still, but noticeably different.

Wordlessly, he finally moved his hands, first to her arms and then up her neck, fingers smoothing over her jaw. While he touched her, he read her, mapping out her nervous system, her impulses, her past experiences - and it made him still. Amunet was a different creature within her, not active now, but definitely had been in... certain situations.

"You do not have to do this." Possibly the most ridiculous thing anyone could ever say with a woman like Vanessa kneeling between their legs, but there it was. She should be with another human, perhaps. Something familiar and safe, and not slightly drunk and challenging.

"I don't, no." Vanessa glances up at him, leaning into his touch slightly. She can tell that he knows, now. But he should also know that she wants to have an experience that isn't touched by Amunet, for once. Something pure; something she chooses, away from the twisted desires of that creature. She wants to not feel guilty over something, for once in her life.

Let Javik be that choice. For all their differences, something within him calls to her, in a way that the men who call to Amunet, do not.

"But I wish to."

It is her choice, with no other's behind it.

She is nervous, but there is a strange sort of confidence bolstering her, as well. If she fails, at least she tried. Leaning forward, she runs her tongue along the head of his cock, savoring the strange new taste, the sensation. After a moment, she finally takes the tip within her mouth, slowly working her way down.

While he couldn't pick up on her exact thoughts, the emotion was still there, her intentions easy to parse. Relationships, physical or otherwise, had always seemed strange to him, and he never understood how it could be a choice like this. But there was no denying what she wanted, and it was her choice.

If he'd had a verbal reply, it evaporated when he felt her tongue on his cock, then her lips. The hesitation and nervousness radiated from her, but they were easily dismissed. Javik's jaw clenched for a moment, before he let himself relax, fingers tangling her hair so he didn't wind up squeezing her throat. He let her go at her own pace, watching her closely and ready to guide her if need be.

He doubted very much he'd have to give much input - the deep groan that welled up in his chest ought be encouragement enough.

It is still a very strange sensation; but the encouragement of the hand in her hair, and the sound from his throat spurred her on. It took her a moment, but eventually she gained a sort of rhythm, with her hand moving in time with her mouth upon his cock.

There was a sort of power in this, in truth. It wasn't the same as the way Amunet dominated the men she slept with--this was something more mutual. She controlled the pace, while giving him pleasure. She...liked it. To be selfless, and somehow selfish, in turn.

The inexperience hardly mattered. His list of partners had been short, back home, and there was always fumbling at the start. Luckily for protheans, their ability to learn concepts through touch wound up accelerating certain skills.

But mutual satisfaction was the name of the game, and Javik was well aware that she wasn't doing this out of guilt or pressure or anything like that. She wanted to please him, which would please her, and that was true satisfaction. He sagged into the chair, thighs tensing when her mouth came down on him at just the right combination of pace and pressure. He kept as still as he possible could, but every now and again his hips would roll, trying to follow her tongue.

Vanessa could sense when she's found the right tactic, and continues, placing a bit more pressure, a different swipe of the tongue, occasionally sucking more, humming, trying out different things. His subtle thrusts didn't bother her, and she learned to anticipate them, moving with them, instead, learning what he enjoyed. Occasionally she glanced up, but otherwise kept her eyes down, focusing on him in a singular way. Her other hand stroked over his hip, gripping to urge him on.

Given the alien angle of his hips, she had more of a handhold than she would on a human. The red skin the lined the gaps in his carapace was sensitive, more so now thanks to his state of arousal.

Which was rapidly approaching a climax - if his body hadn't slept for fifty thousand years, maybe he could've lasted longer. He wanted this to last longer, but the building pressure in his chest, the heat between his legs, was too much to be denied. Pressing his cheek against the back of the chair, he let his fingers tighten in her hair, as much of a warning as it was a reaction.

His hips jerked, body tightening and then relaxing with a long, satisfied groan, a shudder running through him. Those were, oddly enough, the only telltale signs of his orgasm. Even as he settled into the chair, looking half-dazed, his cock was still hard.

Vanessa knew what the hand in her hair must mean, so she doubled her efforts, thumb rolling along the red skin of his hip, while her other hand and mouth kept work on his cock. Her jaw ached, slightly, but in a good way--the way one's muscles feel after a workout.

When he groaned, she prepared herself for the spurt of liquid, but realized, after a moment, that whatever his biology is, it seems a different sort than what she would expect from a human. Not a surprise, truly.

Pulling back, her hand still moved slowly along his cock, unsure if it would be too sensitive.

Licking her lips, which must be red by now, she tried to find the proper words to ask what now. About his biology and refractory period; though she suspected he would tell her, soon enough.

Words were a bit too difficult at the moment, and he inhaled deeply, letting his fingers relax and hands drop back down to her shoulders. He didn't twitch or pull away from her hand, though his hips did rock against her stroking, just a bit. Riding the high, as it were.

Eventually, he came back to himself, looking down at her and realizing that yes, something else did have to happen now.

"Your performance," he started, trying miserably to regain that haughty air from earlier. "Was acceptable."

She knew it was more than that.

Vanessa's lips quirk up, as if she wanted to laugh, but won't. "I'm glad that I could prove to be acceptable to you. High praise to a human." She shoots back, teasing. Still, given it was her first time (on anyone, let alone an alien), she was pleased with herself. Giving him one final stroke, she moved to stand, unsure what to do next. For as much as Vanessa always seemed to be wholly confident and assured, there were times she still felt like the inexperienced young woman she truly was.

She took it in stride, and that was enough to bring a smile to his face. For a moment, he considered following after her, grabbing her to haul her over his shoulder and find whatever passed for a bedroom around here. Instead, he leaned back, eyes moving and down her body.

"Remove your dress." It was only fair.

Vanessa blinked for a moment, processing his words. In truth, she had never been naked for any sexual act. Each act she had been clothed, in some form or fashion. There was something utterly raw in the idea of fully undressing. And since she was not wearing the same sort of underclothing that she would worn at home, it very nearly was as if he was asking her to strip nude.

"...why?"

She spoke the word carefully, softly, as her eyes dropped down to the ground, as her slender fingers worked deftly to undo the lacing of her gown. Within time, she slipped the dress down, leaving her only in a simple chemise. She had not expected anything from him, in this.

Why? Javik's face pulled down into a frown, but he didn't answer right away seeing as she had begun undressing anyways. Why else would he ask her to remove her dress? Did she think he wouldn't reciprocate? Was that normal among humans? If so, no wonder their women were so angry.

"So I can see you," he finally said, standing up once the dress was down. He took a moment to kick off his pants, then approached her, hands coming up under her jaw. "So I can touch you."

He leaned forward to kiss her, touching her only with his fingertips and mouth.

Vanessa brought her eyes back up to him, pressing her lips together as she watched him approach her, now fully naked himself. And yet, for some reason, she still felt the more vulnerable one. It was silly, truly; she had experienced much, in her life.

But how much had ever been her choice, and how much had been Amunet? His words were sweet, genuine. They were not what she was used to. Letting her eyes slide closed, she kissed him back, a hand coming up to rest against his arm. She knew that her emotions, why she said as she did, her hesitation, would transfer.

Cultural differences, he realized, and expectations were bound to confuse things eventually. Amunet made it worse, and what her body had been through hadn't particularly been her choice. Again, he had the thought that this shouldn't be him. There had to be someone more suited to her, more human, but... when he touched Vanessa, when he kissed her, Amunet did not respond. Vanessa did.

His palms pressed against her skin, trailing down her neck and her shoulders. They went lower, skimming her sides, her hips and stopping where the fabric of the chemise stopped.

He could taste her emotion, and understood her hesitation, pushing a brief flash of a memory into her mind. Quick, breathless laughter and the feel of lips on skin. The warmth of a lover's embrace, Javik's body against that of another one of his kind. There were good, happy moments in past, as few as they'd been and he meant it to reassure her.

Fingers catching on the hem of the chemise, he began to pull it up.

Vanessa had rarely been open with anyone. Allowing Javik to see her past, to help him understand, showed how much trust she had in him. It was a step into the open ocean she loved so much, not knowing if she would drown. But trust...trust would keep her afloat. Leaning into his touch, her breath hitched, fingers gripping a bit tighter at his shoulders.

She took what he showed her, in return, feeling it settle in her. There was a tiny shift in Amunet, one of possessive, but it dissipated quickly. Vanessa was not a fool; she knew some of their emotions overlapped. And Vanessa coveted. She always had--always wanted to grip onto the things she had gained tightly. But the happy memories--knowing that Javik even had them, felt good.

Once he started to pull up the final layer, her hands met his, and she helped him remove it, her dark hair cascading down her bare back once it was finally free from the clothing. She tossed it to the ground, and stood before him, completely naked, and vulnerable, the firelight casting shadows around her.

"And there we are. Equal."

Vanessa had been right to wonder if he found her species attractive. Overall, he would have to say no. Too much hair, too many toes and fingers, not enough eyes... They were soft and vulnerable and smelled just on the side of a little too alien.

Looking at her, though, made him realize how incredibly attracted he was to Vanessa. She was what he wanted to touch and taste and smell and look at all day, and it didn't matter how alien her body was to him. After all, how strange was he and yet here she stood?

"Not entirely," he said, something resembling a mischievous grin passing over his face. "Not yet. Take me to your bedroom. Your bed."

And there he could even the score.

"And here I thought it was I who gave the orders, Commander." But still, she smiled, knowing that there was a blush on her cheeks. She slid a hand down to find his, lacing their fingers together, before she started to lead him towards her bedroom.

Her heart was beating quicker--with anticipation, excitement. There was no true turning back from this moment, but she found she did not want to. She trusted him, trusted in this.

Once within her bedroom, she closed the door, and gestured absently to the bed. It was made of dark wood, four-posted, a dark red canopy hanging above it, satin sheets on the mattress.

"And here you are. The first to ever make it this far."

Javik did not even grace that with an answer, but instead with a smile full of long, sharp teeth. Old habits died hard, certainly, but he knew without a doubt that she wouldn't have refused him. He opened his palm, entwining his three fingers to her five, and followed.

He was surprised that he felt a pang of sadness at what she said. She was a beautiful woman, for a human, and strong and resilient and fierce. That no one else had ever pleased her, or that she hadn't be allowed such pleasures, was... wrong. Normally he didn't think of such things as an injustice, but when it came to her, his thoughts were of a different caliber.

The bed he didn't even glance at, his eyes only fixed on her. "This is not nearly far enough."

When he approached, it wasn't quick or overbearing, just guiding her towards the bed and motioning for her to sit. The excitement he could smell, and arousal was not far behind, filling his senses entirely.

Vanessa knew how vulnerable such confessions made her. It spoke of her limitations, of what Amunet's power had placed on her. That the fear of pleasure had always kept her from what she wished, and when she had reached out for it, any pleasure had been taken from her, and placed within the hands of Amunet.

But still, the beast stayed quiet, with Javik. So she wished to take what she could, now, and share in something she had been unable to do, until now.

She allowed him to lead her backwards, her hands sliding along his arms, dipping to play against any red flesh that presented itself. Once she felt the bed against the back of her legs, she sat, feeling the curl of anticipation starting to swell within her.

"Is this far enough, then?"

He was, at least, in the unique position of being able to sense when Vanessa was not herself. Whether or not he had the power to keep her that way remained to be seen.

At the moment, he was of course concerned with another sort of position. He kept his arms open, allowing her to tease him there, before dropping to his knees on the floor in front of her.

"No." Javik angled his head up to kiss her briefly, as his arms went under her legs, hands coming around to rest on the top of her thighs. It gave her the option of putting her legs over his shoulders, which ought to be more comfortable for her. When he dropped his head, he pressed his lips to her stomach and that unusual dip right in the middle. He assumed it had to do with being a mammal, but didn't concern himself with it. Glancing up at her, he said: "Lie back."

Vanessa watched him move to his knees; a hand moved to brush over the ridge of his head, breathing in deep. She could honestly say she had never seen a man in this position before.

She shifted her legs up onto his shoulders, as his movements suggested, still feeling a slight bit nervous at what Javik was about to do. But still, the press of his lips against her stomach made her muscles tighten, the heat pool within her.

"And what if I wish to watch?"

But even as she said that, she moved to lay herself back on the bed, closing her eyes as her back hit the silky sheets.

She could, with hope, look forward to seeing at least Javik in this position more than once.

He gave her another light kiss, under the belly button, trying to ease her nervousness. "You may watch if you wish, but this will be more comfortable," he murmured into her skin, kisses trailing lower. "Perhaps next time."

It was an honest promise, and he knew more than one way to position them to make it comfortable and visible. Right now, though, he concentrated on the simple method as his lips went straight south, tongue darting out to taste her. The hair was - different. Something to get used to, but he didn't let it slow him down, lips following his tongue a moment later to kiss her labia.

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