Medivh grinned fiercely against Khadgar's ear at that reaction. He'll definitely never forget how high his voice got when he sucked on his ear....so he did it again with a throaty chuckle. Khadgar was absolutely stunning in this light and Medivh just lapped it up.
His smug thoughts were snapped back to reality though the moment he felt Khadgar's hand snake up along the back of his neck and into his hair. He grunted when his head was yanked back from the other man's ear, but the grin he flashed at the Archmage in the dark was definitely shameless. It was soon smothered by a hard kiss - which the Magus returned with his usual passion. He rewarded his ex-apprentice by squeezing the curve of his behind in the firm grip of his hands, especially since the other mage had started to really rock into his own hips. His lean muscle quivered under Khadgar's hands - so near the breaking point himself.
Hearing his name moaned like that against his mouth, caused Medivh to jerk with an almost needy, high breathy sound - as close to a whimper as he ever got. He almost came just from that alone. He could tell by Khadgar's pace that he was nearing the brink as well - if that whimper wasn't any indication.
Then suddenly Khadgar's pace changed. To a slower more....savoring one. At first Medivh paused, trying to gauge the other man's comfort level or at least what he was wanting. These actions were more tender than lustful...almost as if the other man wanted to draw it out. Medivh somehow understood - and matched his pace, eager to please. His kisses became more gentle - wanting and sensual. A gentle suck there...a touch of a tongue here. Perhaps a nibble on a lip. Ah...there was those beautiful sounds again - Medivh uttered an approving sigh against Khadgar's mouth. He still kept up the firm rolling motion of his hips - but he had slowed considerably, making his rhythm uneven and unpredictable - the movement becoming more sinuous and not as rough.
"Mm...good." He found himself murmuring against the Archmage's mouth, drawing his lower lip between his own to suck languidly. "Finish for me young trust. I wish to see you undone..." His whispered tones were on an uneven hitching sigh - voice soft and almost husky with need. He punctuated his request by a firmer rock against the other man - shuddering. He was so close he couldn't stand it.
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His smug thoughts were snapped back to reality though the moment he felt Khadgar's hand snake up along the back of his neck and into his hair. He grunted when his head was yanked back from the other man's ear, but the grin he flashed at the Archmage in the dark was definitely shameless. It was soon smothered by a hard kiss - which the Magus returned with his usual passion. He rewarded his ex-apprentice by squeezing the curve of his behind in the firm grip of his hands, especially since the other mage had started to really rock into his own hips. His lean muscle quivered under Khadgar's hands - so near the breaking point himself.
Hearing his name moaned like that against his mouth, caused Medivh to jerk with an almost needy, high breathy sound - as close to a whimper as he ever got. He almost came just from that alone. He could tell by Khadgar's pace that he was nearing the brink as well - if that whimper wasn't any indication.
Then suddenly Khadgar's pace changed. To a slower more....savoring one. At first Medivh paused, trying to gauge the other man's comfort level or at least what he was wanting. These actions were more tender than lustful...almost as if the other man wanted to draw it out. Medivh somehow understood - and matched his pace, eager to please. His kisses became more gentle - wanting and sensual. A gentle suck there...a touch of a tongue here. Perhaps a nibble on a lip. Ah...there was those beautiful sounds again - Medivh uttered an approving sigh against Khadgar's mouth. He still kept up the firm rolling motion of his hips - but he had slowed considerably, making his rhythm uneven and unpredictable - the movement becoming more sinuous and not as rough.
"Mm...good." He found himself murmuring against the Archmage's mouth, drawing his lower lip between his own to suck languidly. "Finish for me young trust. I wish to see you undone..." His whispered tones were on an uneven hitching sigh - voice soft and almost husky with need. He punctuated his request by a firmer rock against the other man - shuddering. He was so close he couldn't stand it.