bakerstreet | Flirting

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.

Todd’s ears were perked for every little noise he managed to eek out of Sheppard, the volume and quantity swiftly growing he noted.

He did pause and cast his gaze up, waiting for the man to form his sentence, smirking as he’d driven him to choppy thinking. “Indeed so.” He purred.

As John settled back comfortably and buried a hand in his mane, Todd’s attention was on all things below the waist. He kept the slow and steady stroking, stopping if he’d feel him try to buck his hips or the like. Warm breath ghosted over the slick head and he swiped his tongue over it, getting a taste of him in a way neither until recently had even considered.

He liked it himself, the man’s taste even like this was good. His free hand slid up Sheppard’s hip and then down his thigh, spreading them apart to more comfortably lay between them as he took his sweet agonizing time with the colonel.

Todd seemed to agree, or at least acknowledge that they were on the same thought train and that was enough for John to allow himself to shut off that part of his brain at the moment. It afforded him more energy to keep from losing the struggle of his naturally weaker human stamina. Though, it seemed like Todd was certainly trying to aid in that. He wasn't letting Sheppard get too close to the edge.

John moaned unabashedly when the Wraith's tongue swept over his hypersensitive skin. He arched his back, but tried not to twitch his hips much. Todd had settled between his thighs, needing no real convincing to part them further than the gentle touch. As much as John would like to deny it, Todd was very much in control of the Colonel's every move. Todd was taking his time and John's body was to the point of begging, but his pride wouldn't let him. Only now was it occurring to him that he might be in way over his head here.

His hand tightened in Todd's hair but he didn't pull or try to direct him anywhere. "God, okay... you're better at this." Sheppard conceded breathily. He was close. He could tip over the edge if given the opportunity. If there was a 'next time' he'd be damned if he'd let Todd get off so easily again, but the promise of the Wraith being able to get it up again had been a driving force. That and he hadn't expecting Todd to be able to just unravel him like this.

At the colonel's comment, Todd looked up, ceasing stroking his cock a moment to speak. "Intimacy isn't a competition, Shep-pard. I am not comparing my skills to how you made me feel moments ago. How you're still making me feel. And neither should you."

He rose up and shifted to lay atop of him, their cocks bumping and rubbing against one another as he kissed him slow but briefly, "Don't be so hard on yourself. You're doing beautifully, and I am enjoying myself immensely." He trailed down to his throat, rocking his own length against John's with a pleased growl, his white hair falling about his shoulders.

Outside of his team, Todd probably knew him the best, which was an odd thought to have, so outright denying the accusation wouldn't work here. The bump of their cocks as Todd shifted over him made him gasp and momentarily lose his thought. The kiss, though brief, eased his mind further accompanied by the reassurance.

"It's tough not to when I'm trying to leave a lasting impression on someone with thousands of years of memories." He carded his fingers through the white hair that draped over Todd's shoulders and against his own skin as Todd moved along his throat. He moaned, rocking his hips in turn. "You know me... better than that." John was his own worst critic, but it was reassuring to know the Wraith over him was enjoying this as much as he was. His other hand slipped down between them to wrap around both their cocks, stroking slowly, feeling those ridges under his fingers.

“Trust me John, you’re quite memorable, even before we lay together.” He stated.

But yes, he did know him, though he hoped in time the man wouldn’t feel that way with him if this “mutually beneficial arrangement” continued. Intimacy was one of the few things among Wraith that wasn’t a grab for a better rank or related to feeding. Sharing that with a human was rare, and honestly beautiful.

As the colonel’s hand wrapped around the both of them, Todd made a noise of protest, lightly shooed away his grip, “No, not yet, I have something better planned.” He grinned. Kissing him again, he then pushed himself to sit up, straddling Sheppard as he leaned over, took up the lubrication off the nightstand and dribbled a bit out onto his fingers. Reaching behind, he began to open himself up.

"Oh, now you're just trying to butter me up." The playful tone disguised the combination of flattery and relief he felt. Had he really been trying to compensate for something that wasn't lacking in the first place? Yeah, that sounded about right for John.

The protest baffled him briefly as his hand was shooed away. The kiss was enough to distract him as the Wraith moved. Todd's words made more sense when he straddled the Colonel and reached for the lube. A soft "oh" escaped John, surprised but not displeased in the slightest. "Well, aren't you a barrel full of surprises." The thought that they should have done this sooner flickered through his mind, but he quickly tamped it down just in the off chance that it could be somehow detected.

John leaned in to capture Todd's mouth in a careful kiss, then pulled back just enough to search out the Wraith's alien yellow eyes. "You're sure?" Because whether Todd's intention was for John to take him or to ride John, either way he wanted to make sure it was not out of a desire to temper John's ego.

"I am quite sure." he rumbled, a soft groan escaping as he breached and pushed two fingers inside himself. How long had it been? Too long, even by Wraith standards.

As he opened himself, he rocked his hips, sliding his ridged length against Sheppard's his other hand bracing his weight on the pillow beside the man's head.

"If I have you finish like you had me a moment ago, there's no telling if you'll be up for more. And I still intend on making good on that invitation you gave me after this, if you want." he rumbled, meeting Sheppard's gaze.

John had to admit, the view was nice from here as he watched Todd open himself up. The rock of his hips caught him off guard and he gasped.

"I don't retract invitations like that." John's tone was as close to the human equivalent of a purr as one could get. Green met gold, both exotic in their own rights from the other's perspective, and he worked a hand down Todd's spine to the curve of his ass, then over his thigh. He reached for the bottle and dipped out a small amount between his fingers then ran the slick material over Todd's erection teasingly light. He traced the bumpy ridges and over the tapered head. From there, he slid the remainder of the liquid over his own cock for added ease.

Todd groaned deeply as John teased the spines along his lower back, bucking a little against their frotting. The teasing continued when he caressed along his own member, hardly gone down since Sheppard took him into his mouth.

Silently grateful the man prepared himself, the Wraith leaned in for another kiss before shifting forward so that Sheppard’s cock dragged along his own, and then his balls and then back to nestle between his asscheeks.

Clawed fingers took hold of his length, having removed from his prepared entrance, he guided him to it. He hissed a breath of pleasure as the blunt head slid inside and when sure he wasn’t going to pop out, he let go, leaving it to Sheppard to either slowly ease in, or buck up into him.

The kiss muffled most of the sounds John made as Todd began to guide him in. The muscles in his stomach tightened and he held onto the Wraith for stability as he slid into that tight heat. It took a deal of control not to buck right up into him. Instead, he eased slowly in, hands sliding down to rest on Todd's hips to guide him so neither of them took this too quickly. Once Todd was settled down against him and he was deep inside, he let his head fall back, breaking the kiss, dragging Todd's lower lip between his teeth. Now that his mouth was free, his halting breath carried a pleasured hitch to it. It was just a brief period of adjustment for both of them. Sure, the Wraith could heal, but he wanted this to be good and John may like it a bit on the rougher side, but that didn't mean Todd did. So, he settled.

When it seemed like the Wraith over him had adjusted around him, he urged Todd to lift his hips then ground himself back up into him at an agonisingly slow pace, pulling a moan from John that was far louder than any sound he'd made yet. It was at this point that he kind of wished he'd looked into Wraith physiology a bit more in depth. Did they have prostates or something similar? Each slowly encouraged thrust, he took a slightly different angle, testing the waters as it were, searching for a reaction with a bit more vigour. Something to indicate that maybe there was a bundle of nerves to exploit. Each movement pulled another sound from the Colonel, more enthusiastic than the last.

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Sorry, weekend kicked my ass

it’s ok!

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This has been a week from Hell. Just kill me.

I’m sorry :< hope things are better for you in the next

It'll be fine. It's just frustrating when everything hits at once.

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