Watching Medivh sit up had Khadgar nearly throwing his plan to the wind to crawl into the elder man's lap and steal as many kisses as he could before the seeming spell wore off. Instead, the white haired male found himself moving to stand in front of Medivh's legs and slowly began to fold himself to kneel on the ground.

He felt as if he could ignite from how hot his cheeks were, but he knew he couldn't be too distracted with it so he gently nudged thr other's legs apart and settled himself between them. Reaching up briefly, Khadgar inched his hand to cup the side of the Magus's face and bring himself in for a brief, sedating press of his suddenly dry lips.

This was happening and the Archmage couldn't help but smile a little more before removing his lips from Medivh's and allowing his hand to roll down the other's chest, careful not to catch in the light dusting of dark hair across the man's pectorals. Slowly he trailed it down his stomach, deciding where it would rest as the blue eyed male gathered his nerves and simply went for it.

First he used his free hand to wrap around the base, holding it still while he stared at the growing shaft. Of course, it was harder to go through with it when he had the bloody thing in his hand, but Khadgar knew he'd prevail. He bowed his head enough and angled the growing erection towards his mouth just enough so he could let the tip of his tongue slide out ad graze along the crown slowly.

Khadgar's eyes snapped to the dark haired man's face to check for any signs of what he was doing was unapproved of, then decided to hell with it and lapped more firmly.

A mage never hesitated in his pursuits, after all.