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Flirting

the ( f l i r t i n g ) meme
Whether it's because you saw a cutie at the bar or a game between old lovers, tonight you're pulling out all your best moves to impress. See if you can win that person's heart or remind your lover just how much you still want them. There are a million reasons to flirt. Maybe you're just doing it because it's fun.

Doesn't matter where you are either, it doesn't stop the inexplicable urge. A smokey bar, at a coffee shop, or just hanging around the house, you've got your sights set. Hopefully your flirting is as good as you think it is or it might get embarrassing!

- Post your character's name, series, and preferences. Feel free to set a scene!
- Others respond with their flirting attempts.
- Have fun!

from memebells

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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.

Todd took his time sliding back on the colonel’s cock, watching him with great enjoyment until he was buried to the hilt. He didn’t seem perturbed by how quick the man pushed in, either prepared enough or the pain so neglegiable he didn’t even feel it. After all, Wraith could take a bullet and barely flinch.

But at the encouragement to move, Todd shifted himself up and allowed the man to thrust up under him. It felt so good, stretched around him like this, his hot length sliding in and out making him moan just as openly. He immediately picked up on his desire to spear that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him and he smirked, grinding back on him until he got what he was looking for.

Todd gasped and groaned deeply as John’s cock slid so wonderfully against his sweet spot and then he shifted forward, hands either side of his head. “Go on then Shep-pard. I’m not made of glass.” He rumbled. His cock was hard again and drooling liberally over John’s stomach.

Todd aided in his search and the sound the Wraith made was like music to his ears. He wasn't made of glass. John already knew that, honestly. Wraith were tough bastards, but the human let a smirk tug at his lips and he nodded, letting Todd know the message was received. He rocked their hips slowly once, then helped lift Todd's weight and snapped his hips back up into him, setting a steady pace, aiming to hit that bundle of nerves once every couple thrusts. John found himself panting before too long. Occasionally, between steady, deep thrusts, he reached between them to give Todd's leaking erection a couple gentle strokes, rubbing some of the dribbling liquid over the tapered head of his cock. His lips and teeth moved over Todd's throat to leave little marks that would heal almost immediately.

John's pace gradually became erratic. Less measured, quicker. His breathing doing the very same. With one more deep thrust, making sure to hit that bundle again, Sheppard came with a muffled cry of ecstasy against Todd's skin, filling him deep within.

The Wraith leaned down, settling his arms on the bed as Sheppard took up a harder and quicker pace, slamming his prostate unpredictably but wonderfully. He tilted his head, letting the man nip and suckle at his throat.

He rolled his hips in time with Sheppard's, groaning as his cock was taken in hand too, but he didn't chase his own climax, instead, Todd's focus lay in riding the colonel until he felt him arch up. Felt his cock thicken and shoot hot and heavy before he fell limp beneath him.

Then, Todd began to move again, riding Sheppard's oversensitive length, suckling a dark hickey on his throat as he growled in his ear. The colonel's persistence at thrusting against his sweet spot earlier soon had the wraith spiraling, cumming again and making a mess between them as he squeezed down on the member still buried in him.

A shudder ran through him, breathing heavy as he slumped atop of him, spent again. For the moment anyway.

When Todd began to move again, John gasped, arching off the bedding again and opening his neck to the mouth on his throat. The growl sent a wonderful shiver down his spine mingled with the movement around his oversensitive length, John was moaning breathily. The hot, sticky mess between them didn't go unnoticed. John had already tasted him once, but he dipped his fingers between them and brought them to his lips, tasting Todd's pleasure once more with a hum.

He was breathing heavily and wrapped his arms around the Wraith slumped over him, stroking up and down his spine lazily, riding the high. When he moved his head, he could feel the skin of his neck pull taught against the abused spot that surely left a dark mark, bringing a smirk to his lips. His breath hitched when Todd squeezed down around him.

"That was amazing." John mused against Todd's hair as he rested his forehead against the Wraith's head, breathing in their combined scents.

Todd drew a shuddering moan as Sheppard stroked along his back, watching him take up a taste of his spunk and bring it to his lips. He grinned, that was rather naughty.

He rested his forehead against the other's, bringing his feeding hand up to caress his cheek and hair. "Indeed." he replied, closing his eyes briefly with a smile as he took in the scent and heat of the man beneath him.

When at last he'd caught his breath, he slowly eased off the colonel with a groan, letting his cock slip from him, shifting to lay shoulder-to-shoulder beside him a moment more before turning and propping his head up to look at Sheppard, caressing his hand along his chest and stomach, playing with the soft fuzz and teasing over a nipple occasionally.

John groaned when Todd pulled off of him and settled beside him. He shifted enough to rest his head on one arm and look over at Todd as he stroked over the Colonel's chest. Wraith didn't seem to have natural body hair from what he'd seen, not that he'd seen too terribly many of them in the complete nude, but he didn't want to bring it up. He was enjoying the attention.

He brought his other hand up to stroke Todd's hair out of his face and trace a fingertip over the starburst around his eye. "You guys learn a little bit about the humans you feed on, right? That's kinda what I understood from vague threats by other Wraith or were those just attempts to get under my skin?" Bear with him, Todd. He has a reason for this question.

He leaned into the touch, a low rumble heard-almost a purr?-as they lay quietly, absorbing one another and enjoying the afterglow.

Todd cocked his head at the question. "Yes, mostly the physicality of the human." he paused, then continued. "During feeding however, since the human's body is so traumatized, its far easier to slip into their mind, even for the those Wraith whose ability to read the thoughts of humans is mediocre at best." It's why getting information from a human was relatively effortless. Either they submitted-before with the threat of feeding-or during it.

John was really starting to enjoy these little purrs and growls he could draw from Todd. He finished tracing the tattoo and let his fingers slide back into Todd's mane again, lazily stroking through the long unruly locks.

They were both sticky and sweaty and Todd did still owe him one more round if he could handle it, but Sheppard needed a little recoup time. "We were both pretty weak back then. You were starved, I was being fed on. Trauma, like you said. Something made you change your mind about my escape offer. I've always wondered, what did you see that changed your mind? Or was it really just that I didn't die so easily?" It didn't seem to bother him as much as it seemed to be a point of genuine curiosity. "I don't have any of Teyla's fancy mind abilities, but I'm pretty good at keeping you guys out. But I also know that I wasn't really thinking about you getting in. I was a little more focused on not dying."

He leaned more into the hair stroking, closing his eyes partially as he listened to him.

The question was more involved than Todd thought Sheppard might ask, but he answered it nonetheless.

"Hope. I felt that great hope in you, Shep-pard. Oh yes indeed, Wraith do hope. We will hold out for a long time, hoping our brothers will find us, hoping that it's before the pangs of hunger begin to get unbearable, we hope we won't have to feed off our own to survive. We hope to carry on our kin for generations. But being imprisoned for as long as I had, I'd long lost all hope to the very last inch of myself." he sat up, looking down at the colonel.

"Then I fed on you, the first time. It was a spark in my darkness and agony. Not just to satiate my hunger, but I felt that hope in you. I dismissed it at first, figured like any other prisoner I was forced to feed on for the benefit of the Genii it would be snuffed out soon enough. However, it not only remained but got stronger, and stronger. Then I knew, your people were much like Wraith, and would come for you despite all that was said between your leader and Kolya. All we had to do was get to the surface."

His fingers caressed along Sheppard's chest, up his sternum and then down his stomach again.

Todd sat up and John shifted to keep his gaze comfortably on the other. He wasn't sure what answer he was expecting, but at this point, he trusted it. Being compared to Wraith would get under his skin when said by someone like Michael, but it didn't seem to have the same poisonous reaction when brought up by Todd.

"I guess being stubbornly hopeful is one of my toxic traits." Sheppard retorted with a slight smile. "Good thing, too. I'm glad you were able to get into my head. It would've sucked if we'd both died there and didn't get to make it to this point." He started to lean up towards the Wraith for a kiss then paused part of the way there, another playful look flitting across his features. "Even if your sense of direction is just as terrible as mine." And he pushed in to capture Todd's mouth in a slower, more explorative kiss. He was still careful of those sharp teeth but did allow himself to venture if Todd didn't deny him access. His fingers settled in Todd's hair at the back of his head. He leaned easily into the roaming hand, enjoying the touch. It was almost funny how quickly he had gone from being wary of this man's hands to enjoying his touch.

Todd agreed with a nod, though he was still unclear just how his people found them. He could only guess it had to do with the other Genii that Kolya spoke of-Radim?-gave him up by negotiation of something in return. Some time he might bring it up and ask. But for now, he had a colonel to please.

He grunted at the comment on his sense of direction, about to say he could find his way around a Hive ship blind and it was hardly fair to judge considering the circumstances, but Sheppard’s lips were on his again and he let it go. Man had some good stamina in him for sure.

He opened his mouth invitingly, letting the other explore, teasing right back with his tongue.

John would happily have a conversation with him over the subject. They had a lot to learn about each other and most of that had been done through Keller and Carson, but this Wraith in particular held John's interest quite often. Now that they were more or less on the same side given Todd's new home, the Colonel was feeling more and more daring when it came to satiating that want for knowledge. Among other things, quite obviously.

The grunt, John could only guess would have probably become a protest to his teasing statement, made Sheppard chuckle in the back of his throat, light and brief. He still wouldn't be ready for another go himself, but there had been a sort of agreement between both of them that John didn't want to renege on. Not just that, but he really did want to feel Todd inside him.

He met the other's tongue and enjoyed the invitation, kissing him slowly and deeply until he was short of breath, breaking only to breathe. "You let me know when you're ready to go again and I'll prepare myself." He leaned in and pressed a light kiss against one of the sharp peaks of the starburst tattoo.

After this, Todd would be more than pleased to chat one on one about whatever Sheppard wished. Not that he didn't before, but, yes, much of what was revealed went through the doctors first.

Todd grinned, "Oh I'm ready already Shep-pard" he smirked, closing his eye at the very affectionate kiss to his brow. He shifted to lay atop of him again, his cock bumping promptly against John's hip. "But take your time. I certainly want to." he purred, leaning in for another deep and slow kiss, burying a hand in the man's wild dark hair.

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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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