bakerstreet | the bj meme

Vanessa is well aware of his still hard cock, but doesn't make any move towards it. She knows Javik will most likely mention if he wants more; she doesn't understand his biology, and how it works. So she trusts him enough to tell her. At the hand on her back, she pulls in closer, wrapping one of her legs around his hips, slotting her in as close as she can be. Despite his angles, and her soft curves, they seem to fit together, well, still.

What he wanted, he'd learned in the long run, hardly mattered. Javik would accept what she gave him, but his body had been denied for thousands of years. Still, Amunet lingered in the back of his thoughts, even if she hadn't surfaced yet.

Breaking the kiss, he brought his lips back to her neck, practically squeezing her against him. "Tell me your limit, Vanessa," he said, growling into her throat. "So that I know where to stop."

"I have none." Vanessa knows the statement to be true; for better or worse, she has always struggled to stop herself from what she's wanted. But this time, there is no glimmer of Amunet. This is her, entirely. Nothing from the other side, her other self.

She bared her neck to him, wrapping her leg around him more tightly, pulling him in closer, a physical display of her words.

If there had been any hint of a lie, or whisper of Amunet, he would have pushed her away immediately. More than her words, the feeling of her convinced him of that truth, and that was all he needed.

He responded with another growl, which trailed off into a grinding buzz, vibrating from somewhere in his sternum. Against her bare skin, it would likely feel wonderful, but he was moving before it ended. With their legs tangled, he rolled them over easily, propping himself up on his elbows to lift up off of her. He was denser, heavier than a human male, and his carapace would chafe her eventually.

With his legs settled between hers and his cock pressed between them, he didn't go for the obvious route just yet. One hand slid back down to her sex, fingers testing her wetness and sensitivity.

Vanessa allowed herself to be placed on her back, shifting her legs open for him easily. Her fingers moved to brush along the back of his head, sliding to his shoulders. When his fingers pressed against her, he would find her still wet from her own orgasm, and his mouth. She breathed out, arching into his hand, demanding more.

"Still unsure, my dear?"

Unsure might not have been the word for it, but certainty was a deciding factor. He'd hurt her if she wanted to be hurt, and his tongue was not his cock, so he pressed a bit further, one finger sliding into her.

She couldn't lie to him, either, if any of this bothered her. You couldn't maintain this much skin contact with a prothan and lie. He inclined his head when her hands moved over him, stroking her and in absolutely no hurry whatsoever.

Vanessa let out a low huff of impatiences when he slid his finger and not his cock into her. She knew he was just trying to do what he thought was best for her, but she wanted this. Still, she slid her hands down to his neck, fingers squeezing gently at his tender flesh there.

"And now torture..."

He knew she was impatient, with or without her comments or her huffing. He didn't care - with his own kind, there was no doubt. It could be as quick or slow as they wanted, all communicated with a touch, but Vanessa was still too alien.

"Hardly," he growled into her ear. A dark promise, again, of the future. He took his time, but he didn't exactly make her wait, either, pulling his hand back before too long. After that it took him a moment to puzzle out a few anatomical details - namely, her legs didn't bend like a protheans would - and finally settled for pulling her thighs up over the sharp rise of his hips.

Propping himself up on his elbows again, weight between their legs, he twisted his hips and pushed inside of her.

Vanessa shifts so that her hips are closer to his, ankles hooking around one another behind his back. Once he pushes inside of her, she arches into him, fingers falling back to tangle into the sheets. It feels entirely alien and amazing--better than any sex she has had before. But no other sex had been fully chosen by her, without Amunet ghosting at her heels.

He was slow to start, each roll of his hips pushing in a little deeper, acclimating them to one another. Once he was fully seated, Javik stopped, breathing out while he lay his forehead against her shoulder. She felt right, alien but herself, and his own hands fisted in the sheets when he started moving again.

A rhythm was set fairly quickly, and adjusted based on what he felt from her, with his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

When he starts to move, Vanessa moves her hands to wrap around his shoulders, one hand splaying over his back, while the other rests at his neck, keeping him close. It felt so much more intimate than any sex she had ever had in her life, her body instinctively moving with him, not willing to give more leverage, as it would mean he would have to pull away.

Javik grunted with each roll of his hips, a deep, low sound in his chest. He thought it almost a pity that she wasn't prothean, that she couldn't fully share what he was feeling. The nature of their relationship, whatever it was, reminded him that it was just as well he could sense her so keenly. This was more about her than it was him, and that was fine.

He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw every chance he got, that familiar heat pooling in his stomach again.

This what she always imagined it to be like; perhaps not with an alien...but something enjoyed by both, not ruled by the things within her. Hitching her legs up a bit higher, she lets out a soft sound when the angle changes enough to hit something within her.

Grasping at him a bit more tightly, she closes her eyes, and simply lets herself get lost in the sensations. If she comes or not, she doesn't care. This is more about the act, more than the finish itself.

He slowed when she shifted, following her lead both physically and whatever he could pick up on, whatever felt good or better to her, and chased after that. Shifting his balance to one arm, his other hand caught her thigh, holding her tight and high against his torso. Each stroke became more deliberate, a slower tempo but no less steady.

She was lost to it, and he wasn't much better off. His entire body tightened when his orgasm came, fingers gripping her hard until the tension released entirely. If she didn't follow, that was fine - he was always good for more.

She wanted to make sure he found his own pleasure. She knew that she was not as well experienced as some; Amunet had always given her passion and skill in the act, but this was her, alone.

Arching her back, she rocked harder into him, fingers gripping at him. She was vaguely aware that he had come, and if he stopped, that would be fine. His anatomy is still very unfamiliar to her, but it felt amazing just the same.

Javik caught himself from falling on top of her, inhaling sharply as he came down from his high. He knew she hadn't come, and he knew the both of them were... content with however this ended. It was disorienting, in a way. Without a complementary sensory ability, they were more in tune than he anticipated.

His hips still worked against her, slowly, as he dropped his head to kiss her shoulder. "I can," he said, between kisses and deep breaths. "Keep going."

Vanessa brushed her fingers along the most sensitive parts of his skin, trailing up the sides. "Mmm...I'm content." Meaning she didn't need for him to keep going. She had found her pleasure, even if it wasn't in another completion. She pressed her lips against his in return, slowly letting her legs fall away from his hips.

A shudder went down his spine in response to her trailing hands, his body still too sensitive and hyper-aware. When she relaxed under him, he acquiesced, pulling his hips back and shifting his weight to the bed by her side. A human male might think her a liar, or feel inadequate that she hadn't climaxed as well. He knew better, though it was nearly unthinkable that he, for all his faults and sins, had made her happy.

He settled around her, pulling her tight against him. She'd hoped for him to stay, tonight, and there was no where else in the world than here.

Vanessa couldn't help but smile once more, settling against him. She was happy, genuinely so. Brushing her lips against his shoulder, she shifted so that she could lay comfortably against him, one of her legs slipped over his. A hand came up to brush along the top of his head.

"Thank you."

For what, she isn't saying. It isn't something of pity just...happiness. For allowing her this. For staying.

Once they were both as comfortable as they were going to get, Javik lay very still, arms still around her. Possibly because he had no idea what to do after this (relax), so it was best to just do nothing (which was relaxing). He'd get the hang of it someday.

He didn't reply, either, beyond dropping a brief kiss on her forehead. These weren't feelings he could put into words, so he settled for wrapping himself around her and with her, letting touch speak for his intentions and connection.

the bj meme

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