When Medivh had broke the second kiss, Khadgar had made another soft disapproving sound as he was nuzzled. Though he enjoyed it, oh he definitely wanted to let him continue to do what he liked at least until... he felt the bastard's teeth clamp onto his earlobe, only to soothe any pain away with the wet glide of his tongue. The sound that the Archmage gave was an almost tortured groan, hips jerking forward without his permission.

He flushed even more, snapping his mouth shut and was glad the hand on his throat kept his head tilted up as he thought it was easier to swallow the noises back.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was Medivh picking him up and aligning their groins and rocking against him unrepentantly. That-- He had never felt anything quite like that and it punched another groan out if him. It was desperate and had Khadgar's hands flying to Medivh's shoulders. His fingertips and nails dug into the muscles, unsure if he should push him away or draw him closer.

He tested the waters himself taking the chance to roll his own hips against the Magus's, biting back the noise that half formed and gripped the muscled shoulders that much tighter.

Khadgar wanted to lean in, to bite at Medivh's neck again and grapple for a little more of control, but the feral glint in the dark haired mage's eyes told him that he was dealing with a force of nature he hadn't learnt to control. He doubted there was anyone who could truly control Medivh, even Sargeras had moments where the mercurial mage slipped through and gleaned a small bit of control back.

Panting open with his mouth open, Khadgar saw the brief chance at gathering some control back and shifted so he could drag his teeth and tongue over the unmarked side of the mage's throat. Of course, it would've just been easier if he let Medivh have the control he wanted with no challenge, but Khadgar was never one to just sit around and not question the ex-Guardian in some form.