The slide of lips and tongue over hard flesh is threatening to drive the Wraith to his limits. Finally, with a regretful groan, he pulls away, slipping out from between John's lips with a wet pop, pulling firmly on his hair to tilt his face up. Despite the bright sunlight, the Wraith's normally slitted pupils are blown wide with lust. "Keep this up, and you will have to wait if you want further use of me." He would recover quickly enough, but the fact is that John's talented mouth could quickly drive him over the brink of climax.