Khadgar's reaction to being properly hefted up and the harder pressure against his groin was a much louder groan-growl against the Magus's neck. Then came the hot mouth teasing his ear and Khadgar's voice raised an almost embarrassing octave that he would definitely never admit to anyone, preferably ever. He was fast to snap his teeth down on his tongue, though he was unable to completely stifle how his breaths hitched and some had a twinge of a whine on them.
Oh, he was definitely not going to last if Medivh kept his relentless assault of his mouth and hips up and the thought very nearly mortified the Archmage. He pried one hand away from Medivh's shoulder to snake up through his ex-master's hair from the short hairs of his neck and up, gasping as he yanked Medivh away from his ear to kiss the man hard.
Yes, much better, Khadgar thought, rolling his hips hard and meeting the other's thrusts half way. God, it was fantastic and he could see sparks of blue magic lighting behind his eyelids just telling him how close he was already.
"Medivh," the apprentice mumble-moaned against the Magus's lips and let a breath catch then turn into a breathy whimper. Oh, he was not going to last much longer at all and it drove Khadgar to grind back all that much more, chasing his own pleasure in an almost greedy fashion. He was allowed this, wasn't he? He didn't think he'd ever get a chance like this, but here he was. Some part of him wondered if once would ever be enough for him. If this wouldn't just make him want it more
It would have to be, he knew it would, because there was no chance that Medivh would stay after the Legion was defeated or at least pushed back for Azeroth to prepare all over again. The sudden burst of emotion that filled him, had him kissing Medivh much slower, his hips coming to a stop. It was a thorough one, learning and committing every thing he could of how the Magus's mouth tasted and felt. He catalogued everything he could and allowed himself to indulge Medivh with the noises he seemed keen to draw out of him.
Some were high and breathy, others were low and keening, there were some that were just simple whimpers of pleasure and always groans that erupted out of Khadgar out of no where. Undoubtedly, some would've been surprised at how vocal the mage was when he was taking pleasure. One could only guess who loud he let himself be when he was alone.
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Oh, he was definitely not going to last if Medivh kept his relentless assault of his mouth and hips up and the thought very nearly mortified the Archmage. He pried one hand away from Medivh's shoulder to snake up through his ex-master's hair from the short hairs of his neck and up, gasping as he yanked Medivh away from his ear to kiss the man hard.
Yes, much better, Khadgar thought, rolling his hips hard and meeting the other's thrusts half way. God, it was fantastic and he could see sparks of blue magic lighting behind his eyelids just telling him how close he was already.
"Medivh," the apprentice mumble-moaned against the Magus's lips and let a breath catch then turn into a breathy whimper. Oh, he was not going to last much longer at all and it drove Khadgar to grind back all that much more, chasing his own pleasure in an almost greedy fashion. He was allowed this, wasn't he? He didn't think he'd ever get a chance like this, but here he was. Some part of him wondered if once would ever be enough for him. If this wouldn't just make him want it more
It would have to be, he knew it would, because there was no chance that Medivh would stay after the Legion was defeated or at least pushed back for Azeroth to prepare all over again. The sudden burst of emotion that filled him, had him kissing Medivh much slower, his hips coming to a stop. It was a thorough one, learning and committing every thing he could of how the Magus's mouth tasted and felt. He catalogued everything he could and allowed himself to indulge Medivh with the noises he seemed keen to draw out of him.
Some were high and breathy, others were low and keening, there were some that were just simple whimpers of pleasure and always groans that erupted out of Khadgar out of no where. Undoubtedly, some would've been surprised at how vocal the mage was when he was taking pleasure. One could only guess who loud he let himself be when he was alone.