bakerstreet | Flirting

"I'm not being modest, just practical." It was pretty easy for John to slide by most times as the point-and-shoot guy when surrounded by people like McKay, Beckett, and Zelenka. But he wasn't here to debate what level on an intellectual scale he slotted into.

The tightening grip might be doing a bit more than just encouraging John. Did he have a thing for hair-pulling? That'd never come up before. Still, he was determined to rise above the Wraith Worshippers Todd had taken in the past. He was mildly competitive.

Todd complied and situated on the nest of blankets, leaving John to follow after him. He straddled the Wraith's hips and looked over the exposed skin as if sizing up just where to begin. He ran his fingers through the mess of long white hair, tucking it aside to fully expose Todd's back and the ridges down his spine. "Okay." The word was more to encourage himself to continue than it was to let Todd know that he was going to proceed. He leaned in, bending down to brush his lips down the back of Todd's neck until they caught the first ridge, running his tongue over the peak of it, ghosting hot breath over the dampened cartilage. He waited, judging Todd's reaction cautiously. This was new territory for him and he didn't want to screw up.

"Is that too much?" When he spoke, his lips brushed the ridge again.

The other's weight on him like this was new and had him still watching over the shoulder, though not in apprehension, but curiosity.

Todd closed his eyes as Sheppard threaded his fingers through his own hair. A seeming mess with a few braids and decorative knots tied in here and there. He melted under the touch, clearly liking it as he relaxed further into the blankets.

Feeling him shift to lean in, he felt Sheppard's hot breath on his back and then the caress of lips and tongue. The ridge wasn't overly sensitive, but the delicate teasing attention was different, and caused him to arch into it with a groan.

"No, it's quite good..." he said. "Please, continue." he prompted

A smirk crossed his lips when he heard that groan. Good. John worked slowly over the ridges. Some with just his lips and tongue, some with gentle grazes of his teeth, lightly sucking and working his way all the way down. He stopped at the bottom of the ridges, just before the waist of Todd's trousers. Any sounds Todd made would send a surge of need right to his groin. He let himself rock his clothed hips against Todd so he could feel just what this was doing to him.

John propped himself up with one arm, the other sliding between Todd and the bedding, working under his waistband to sink lower and caress the Wraith's hopefully growing arousal. He worked his mouth back up slowly, giving the ridges the same attention as before until he reached the back of Todd's neck again. He diverted over the side of his neck and planted a warm kiss on the corner of Todd's mouth.

The Wraith arched slowly like a cat into Sheppard's attention, pushing himself up to meet every little kiss, tongue flick, and even the little nips. Down, down, just to the edge of clothing and the end of the bumps, and then he was moving up again, and though he'd come to expect it, it felt good all the more.

He lifted himself up enough to allowed Sheppard to slide his hand under and then slip into his trousers, drawing a deeper more guttural growl of pleasure as he was handled bare. His fingers would find a sheath of soft hairless skin above a decent set of balls, his cock already emerging from it with a medley of texture, pointed, ridged, and swiftly swelling from the sheath under his touch.

He arched back again, twisting to meet Sheppard's mouth with his own and deepen it quickly, his hunger for the man growing.

The arching of his back only encouraged John. The kiss that captured his lips surprised him, but he didn't pull back. He was careful of those sharp and numerous teeth as he reciprocated. John braced himself off the bed slightly on his elbows and knees so Todd could fully flip over if he so chose.

The sound Todd let out made him surprisingly eager to hear more like it. His fingers explored the varying textures of the growing erection slipping out from its sheath. "Okay, not what I was expecting." Sheppard muttered after the kiss was broken and gently stroked the growing cock. The touch was just light enough to be teasing.

Todd shifted about to lay on his back when allowed, gripping the man’s hair as they kissed, tongue teasing against the other’s own but discouraging him from pressing his into his mouth to avoid his teeth. They weren’t razor sharp but a little pressure on the tips would indeed land Sheppard a cut.

The humans reaction to finding the Wraith was built a little different had Todd grin and slide a hand down the other’s own chest to slip into his trousers to likewise seek him out.

"Have I ever told you just how unsettling it is when you guys--" The sentence was left unfinished as John's breath caught and his eyes briefly slipped closed so he could compose himself. He will deny ever letting out a needy little sound at the end of his exhale when Todd's hand found his growing erection. Talk about something he'd never live down; getting so easily aroused just by feeling up and kissing a Wraith. It wasn't just his looks and charming personality that found him bed companions across different planets as Todd would likely find.

Sheppard gave Todd's textured arousal one more stroke from base to tip before slipping his hand free of Todd's trousers, then immediately moving to unbuckle his belt and unfasten the button and zipper of his own to allow Todd better access. He then proceeded to work on Todd's trousers to free him from the confines. Green eyes now darkened with lust looked back up into the Wraith's features as he ground up against the hand with a breathy groan. Between the tight grip in his hair and the hand against his cock, John was spiralling.

"Look," He breathed the word out with less voice behind it than he had intended. "I don't make this offer often," He nudged up to run his blunt teeth over Todd's throat in an imitation of a bite. "but when you're ready, you've got my full permission to throw me on my back and take me." John wasn't submissive by any means, but the need to feel that unique cock inside him was outweighing his better judgement. Todd wouldn't be the first, but he would be one of very, very few. Did he think he'd ever be in bed with a Wraith? Hell no. Did he think he'd ever agree to give one control in bed if it ever did happen? Well, Hell must've frozen over. But this Wraith was a unique case.

He buried both hands in Todd's unruly hair, bracing himself on his elbows, and ground his hips forward, pinning Todd's hand on his dick between their arousals so the friction would be felt by both of them. His mouth found Todd's again, going for another kiss that was a little more daring, but still not brazen enough to tempt fate with those teeth.

Managing to drag such a noise from the colonel delighted the old wraith more and he continued to stroke him, groaning himself as his swelling cock rubbed right up against his feeding slit. The withdraw of the other's hand from his own cock allowed a small grunt of disappointment escape, the wraith far less shameful it seemed in letting the other know how much he was enjoying this.

Sheppard's desire to be taken so roughly wasn't a surprise, but Todd had been expecting to be the one on bottom all night considering how domineering the colonel came off as at times. He was glad to be wrong. But, he had his own plans.

"If you wish, but not just yet." he said, conspiring to make every round last as long as he could. Humans didn't always have great stamina in bed, compared to a wraith.

Todd swatted his hands away from his own pants, settling back as Sheppard lay atop of him, the man grinding atop of him needfully. Letting his cock go, he returned the kiss, closing his eyes as he hungrily devoured him, tongue pressing against his own and happily invading his own less dangerous mouth.

When they broke for a breath he purred, "Undress fully for me colonel. Let me see all of you. I'll follow."

The Wraith was much more vocal than he would have anticipated and whether that was just normal for him, or that he'd realised pretty quickly just how much it made John need to hear more he wasn't sure.

Todd would've been correct. John had intended to keep the Wraith on the bottom, but the circumstances shifted rather quickly once John got a bit hot and bothered. Truth be told, it just came naturally to him to want to be in charge. But just because he'd agreed to relinquish control didn't mean he would be entirely a pushover here. So, when Todd swatted his hands away, the Colonel retaliated by shifting to slip his thigh between Todd's legs, riding it up against the Wraith's unsheathed erection. Slow and steady movements as he rocked his hips forward to rub against Todd despite the clothing between them.

The kiss was broken and John was nearly panting. Okay, so in his attempt to 'retaliate' he'd also been rubbing himself into the feeding hand. John groaned and reluctantly pulled back, doing as told with a snappy, "Yes, Sir." If the Wraith rank of Commander was anything similar to the human rank, they were technically equals, but John couldn't pass up a quip. He shifted off the bed so he could remove his trousers and boxers, left bare before Todd. John was hard and needy, above average but not overly so. Sheppard raised an eyebrow at him pointedly as if to say 'your turn'. He fished a small bottle of lube out of his pants pocket and tossed it onto the bed beside Todd. He wasn't sure if Todd would actually need it, but it was there if they did.

Trading hand for thigh wasn't as good but still felt good enough to press into, grinding against the colonel's thigh while it was there to relieve some of the ache.

Todd chased his mouth until the man got up, sitting up as well to watch him discard his trousers and then the shorts beneath, admiring his body, flushed, scarred, fuzz and all. He plucked up the bottle of what he could only assume was lubrication and set it out of the way on the nightstand before getting up himself. Even boot-less the wraith stood taller than Sheppard, and he stepped up to him, raising his feeding hand to caress the human's stomach and hip, coming around behind and wrapping his arm around his chest, pressing close for a moment, breathing in his scent and warmth, letting him feel his desire for him against his ass through his trousers.

Though the colonel's mind was too powerful to try and manipulate, Todd still knew it well by now, would know it blind and far away if had to.

Coming back around he dropped his touch in order to be rid of his last bit of clothing as well. Tossing his pants aside-nothing underneath-Todd sat down on the edge of the nest, letting the man get a look at him as he had him.

His sheathed cock had slipped free of the skin entirely now, mostly black, with a line of ridges along the top and bottom much like his spine, though not as prominent. The head was tapered and the base where dick met sheath was slightly swollen.

John tracked his movements with his usual alertness, just a habit built into him over the years. Unlike Todd, he couldn't feel the other's mind, but there was just something about his presence that John had grown accustomed to. It was such a familiar feeling. That hand over his stomach and hip would concern him in any other circumstance, but instead, he leaned into the touch. The closeness of Todd's body against his, feeling that need against him, sent a thrill through Sheppard. The arm was wrapped around his chest, but John stole that moment to snatch the feeding hand and bring it up, pressing his lips to the feeding slit. He dragged the tip of his tongue along the length of it.

Todd circled back around and John released his hold as the touch fell away and watched him undress. It was so strange to see the smooth, hairless skin. Lean and toned with the ridged accents. He knew his gaze was lingering, but where Todd had seen naked humans before, this was John's first time seeing a Wraith bare. He wasn't disappointed.

"Well, now we're even." He almost purred softly with a slight smirk. Cocky, some might call it. Snark to disguise nerves would be more accurate. The John Sheppard way. John moved towards Todd on the nest but paused. "You know, a mouth not full of terrifyingly sharp teeth can do wonders. I mean, if you think you can last." Do not challenge a Wraith, John! But he was curious to see if Todd would hold out long enough to still take him if he gave him a good oral workover.

When Sheppard took his hand and pressed his mouth to it, Todd let out a deep rumble of a groan in the man's ear as he held him. A keening noise that let the man know it was very much a sensitive area.

The man's invite for more oral shenanigans made the wraith chuckle. "Even if I can't, I'm certain my recovery is much better than yours Shep-pard." he played right back. "What's comfortable for you?" he asked, alright with laying back or sitting a little more on the edge of the bed if the man was okay on his knees.

While they spoke and he awaited Sheppard to decide, he took his own cock in hand, stroking it from head to hilt steadily in his palm.

Oh, John caught on pretty quickly that it was sensitive. Hearing those sounds from Todd gave him more confidence in this venture.

Sheppard looked as if he was about to argue that fact but stopped, snapping his mouth closed again with a little huff. "You're... probably right." Hey, he was human and as much as he liked to feel superhuman at times, he knew there was just a limit to his stamina and libido. But the question asked of him held a bit of an undertone to the Colonel. He shifted in place, lowering down to his knees at the edge of the nest. "Your Queens do so love having me on my knees, so I'm sure I must be a sight like this." It might have sounded like a barb, but it was meant more as a compliment towards Todd. He didn't have to force the human there whereas the Queens all had to use mental force. He gestured for Todd to scoot closer to the edge as he followed the slow stroking motions of Todd's hand. "I don't have to worry about anything like... acidic bodily fluids, right?" Todd wasn't a Xenomorph. John watched too many films.

"Do they now? Well then, I'm honored you do so willingly. And you are, you are very much a sight like this" he purred, though the tone wasn't condescending, but genuinely delighted the man was not only doing this to please him, but because he enjoyed it.

Todd moved closer to the edge of the bed as instructed, inhaling sharply as he was taken in hand, letting himself go. His question made Todd pause and chuckle. "You are an imaginative one Shep-pard. No, its quite safe for wraith and humans."

If it were acidic, his experiences with humans would be far more horrifyingly gory.

"Yeah, well, let's keep this between you and me." Nevermind the fact that the purred compliment encouraged him to feel more comfortable in such a position that some might call demeaning. He didn't see it that way in the slightest. A partner willing to please their counterpart was nothing to be ashamed of. And he would admit, the sounds his partners made with his mouth around them was a huge turn on and not to mention incredibly satisfying to know he could bring those sounds out of others. The inhale was just the start of what he hoped would be a long list of pleasured vocalisations from the Wraith.

"The word you're looking for is paranoid, I think." John joked just before he lowered his head, doing his best to keep eye contact with Todd as he pressed his lips to the tip of Todd's erection. With slight resistance created by pursing his lips just barely, he far too slowly engulfed the head of the alien cock into his mouth. He laved his tongue along the underside, tracing ridges as if mapping out the topography of the uniquely shaped erection. His hands dipped lower as his mouth moved down the shaft, to fondle Todd's balls. He pulled back just as slowly as he descended, having only taken half of him in before doing so. His lips popped off the tip and he blew a breath of air over the damp skin. "If your hands aren't in my hair soon, I'm gonna think you aren't enjoying yourself." Sheppard quipped before wrapping his lips around the head again, angling better to lower his head down and take him to the base. His tongue working over those ridges again and his well controlled gag reflex allowed for him to keep there for several long moments before pulling back slowly. His cheeks holloing slightly for gentle suction. He dared not skim the skin with his teeth, despite being dull compared to a Wraith. The Colonel let the dick rest in his mouth comfortably as he stopped half way back up, judging Todd for a reaction. Was he being too gentle? Too slow? Teasingly slow enough?

Paranoid was also a good term for it, though he also hoped that there wasn’t some actual history behind his question. That would be both fascinating, and unsettling, even by Wraith standards.

At the prompt to have a hand in his hair, Todd obliged, caressing his knuckles along the man’s jaw and cheek before burying in his hair. Just stroking through the unruly locks at first before applying a decent grip as Sheppard’s mouth worked over his length, giving the occasional tug to tighten his hold as the man liked.

The tease to his balls was amazing and he groaned audibly in response. As Sheppard took him to the hilt, Todd’s grip in his hair tightened as if to hold him there, but he didn’t much like it when his partners choked during intimacy and so didn’t force him to remain if he felt he needed to back off.

His gaze shifted downward, watching the colonel, “Keep going...” He rumbled, his breathing a bit heavier as the other looked at him for guidance. He was enjoying this immensely, and by the time Sheppard tried to take him down to the hilt again, he’d find he’d be unable to with the knot too big to get past his lips.

John let his eyes flutter closed when Todd's fingers stroked through then tightened in his hair. Each tug made the Colonel groan around the length in his mouth, no doubt the guttural sound caused vibration in his throat. John would've smirked when Todd vocalised his pleasure if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. The hold tightened in his hair and briefly seemed to want to hold him there with the Wraith's cock deep in his throat. Sheppard had to angle his head a bit to open up his airway again, almost growling around the length, but not actually fighting the hold. He knew his own limits.

The encouragement to continue when John pulled back to silently ask prompted him to take him down again. His lips bumped against the growing knot. If Todd had any kind of brush against the Colonel's mind in that moment, the surprise would have been palpable from him. He was a bit relieved that that erection wasn't still deep in his throat when the thing formed or he'd have been in a spot of trouble. He pulled back again, slowly, running his tongue over the ridges on the underside, feeling over each one thoroughly. He palmed those heavy balls, brushing his thumb over the sensitive skin. His other hand felt over the knot curiously. He assumed that meant Todd was close, or getting close, so he worked him down as far as he could with that knot impeding his progress.

Todd was keeping an eye on both himself and Sheppard, and if he’d tried to take him down when the knot was at the point of no return, he would have held him back to ensure he didn’t get stuck.

Out of harms way, Todd’s grip in Sheppard’s hair was less guiding and more playful again, the attention to his balls was delightful and he tugged on the man’s hair with a few mutterings of praise.

The caress over his knot was sensitive and made his cock throb on his tongue as he teased the ridges within. The man was very practiced at this, most of the humans he’d taken to bed and offered to do this were mediocre at best. Enough to please but nothing memorable. Then again, everything about Sheppard was memorable to him.

Indeed he was close, the dribble of pre-cum on the human’s tongue signaling as much and Todd was in no mind to stop him. The ridges on his cock were hard and almost made taking him down a challenge even without the knot.

John liked it rough but getting stuck with a knotted cock in his mouth and potentially choking wasn't his idea of the fun kind of rough. He'd be grateful if he knew Todd had been that keenly aware and would've prevented it from happening.

The tugs and teasing in his hair egged him on as did the completely unexpected muttered praises. He stroked the skin where his mouth didn't cover and not only felt but tasted just how close Todd was. One hand wandered over the ghostly pale skin of the Wraith's hip and around to his lower back, kneading his fingers into the firm muscles around his spine and those ridges, silently encouraging Todd to let go.

Hey, 'memorable' is what John usually tries to go for. Besides, he'd have to admit that Todd himself had left a lasting impression on the Colonel from day one.

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.

If there were cameras installed in Todd's room, they were installed without even John knowing of their existence and that might be an awkward conversation to have later. The Colonel was operating under the assumption that there were no internal surveillance cameras and if there was, what or who he did in his off hours was entirely up to him.

The grip in his hair and the man over him as he came let John ride through the sensations as he swallowed him down. His teasing fingers slid away for now, just holding Todd's hip and he hummed softly. He stayed like that for a while as Todd rode out his ecstasy and caressed where his tight hold had been. When Todd finally spoke, John pulled off slowly, looking up as the Wraith leaned back. "Like I said, you're not the first guy I've taken to bed. I've had practise. Glad to know it meets your standards, though." It was a playful little quip to let Todd know he hadn't taken the praise as a condescending remark.

Todd was satisfied, but John was still hard and needy. Honestly, harder now than before after hearing Todd reach his climax. He followed Todd back and planted a kiss in the centre of his chest then the hollow of his throat. "I don't know how it works on Hive ships, but here, we don't leave our partners hot and heavy and I'm kinda left hanging right now. If you'd be so kind as to help me with that, I'd be pretty grateful. Or, I can hit the shower and take care of it myself, but that's not my first choice." Still all snark, this one. He spoke against Todd's skin, letting the words get somewhat muffled, but still clear enough to understand.

“Fair enough” he chuckled lightly.

He leaned back as Sheppard climbed atop him and pressed kisses against his skin. Threading his fingers through his hair, he watched and grinned. “Really? Just up and leave to please yourself? What a sight that would be, Shep-pard.”

But he tilted his head up by the chin to meet his eyes, “I won’t leave you hanging John. Lay back, let me take good care of you” He rumbled, his feeding hand reaching between them to take hold of and give the humans length a few slow strokes before letting go, teasing him for what he had in store.

"Well, if I'm left with no choice. But I'd prefer this, honestly." The way Todd always rumbled his name was a quirk he found he enjoyed after spending some time around him. True, his surname was the first designation he'd heard used for John, but the Wraith had spent time with him around other humans. Around his friends. The use of his given name was already starting to grow on him.

Whatever smartass remark John was about to utter was lost to the wind as the feeding hand found his throbbing length. His breath caught briefly, released as a groan that sounded far needier than he thought it should. The touch wasn't there near long enough, but it was enough to leave him needing more, which made him rather compliant. He rolled off of Todd and laid back, propped up on his elbows. He had been completely ignoring himself as he'd pleasured Todd, leaving him delightfully in need.

"We're gonna need to talk after this." Sheppard breathed the words out.

"Are we? About what might I ask?" he purred, following Sheppard, settling over him partially, kissing his lips briefly and moving down his throat and chest.

His tongue swiped over a pink nipple, teasing it to a nub, his feeding hand caressing his ribs and down to his hip as he too moved further down. Just above Sheppard's erect length, he pressed another kiss before settling comfortably there, eye level with his cock. Todd had no ambitions of trying the same technique of deep throating as he had, but he could still use his tongue and lips as he took him in hand and stroked him, slowly. He squeezed and pumped him, thumb sliding over the blunt head each time.

"About..." John arched towards Todd's tongue, his nipple hardening as if on Todd's command. His half lidded eyes followed the Wraith's movements as he slid down his body. The rush of sensations left him squirming. He truly wasn't used to being the one on his back leaving him a touch anxious but that only served to help heighten his senses. "About, um..." There were words there, he promised. He was just having trouble stringing together a sentence with the light ministrations. "...this. It could-- ahn..." It took a lot of restraint not to buck his hips forward into Todd's expert stroking. Slow and methodical, a pace that would drive Sheppard mad. It was too perfect. "...mutually beneficial arrangement." John still tried to get the words out, despite being slowly undone. If this really was some new tactic to get the Colonel vulnerable for an attack, the Wraith would absolutely win this one.

He let himself drop back so he could free up a hand and bury it in Todd's long white locks. Rounded fingernails scratching gently against his scalp. John was gradually growing far more vocal in his pleasure with each stroke.

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Sorry, weekend kicked my ass

it’s ok!

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