The Wraith didn’t bother holding back much of his noises of pleasure, though if anyone passed by his chamber they’d likely hear something going on. They’d stopped putting a guard on his door a couple weeks ago, for they assumed if his being here was a rouse, he would have done something long ago. Though if they’d installed any cameras without his knowledge inside the room, they were getting some interesting footage.

The hand shifting to his lower back, teasing over those bumps and his tongue along the ones on his cock quickly had him spiral over the edge with a growling hiss of ecstasy. His grip on the man’s hair tightened and he curled over him. His other hand clutching his arm as his length throbbed and shot down Sheppard’s gullet.

Finished, panting, he let his hair go, caressing his fingers through it to soothe the harsh treatment. “That was...well done John...” he praised a little breathlessly, leaning back on a hand to look down at him as he continued to stroke his hair.