Medivh tossed his head, thumping it on the back of the lounge couch as he scrunched his eyes shut. The sensations definitely were more intense when Khadgar directly touched the area around the tip, or the underside. Miraculously he hadn't made any noise - but it was in the catch of his breath and the unsteadiness of it. Not to mention his fingers were clenching in the cushions tight enough to cause the tendons to stand out.
He bit his tongue against saying every swear word he knew - instead saying them in his head like a litany, repeating them in other languages. He sighed when the Archmage began to do exploratory licks along the entire surface of the shaft. It was just as well that the intensity gentled while he did this, because Medivh really didn't want it to end too soon.
He still couldn't get past the fact that Khadgar was voluntarily licking (and sucking at intervals) his now fully erect and probably weeping cock while being held in his grip. If it wasn't for the pleasure coursing through his system, overriding all sense of reason and thought - he would have questioned it. But right now? He didn't care. He just didn't want it to stop.
Blast it all the sounds Khadgar made vibrated right through him. The mental swearing litany began anew.
Khadgar moved away, and Medivh sagged against the couch slightly as he opened his eyes to look at him with a heated, though somewhat bewildered expression.
"Khadgar?" He managed, voice rough. What possessed him to try that? Why did he stop? The Magus probably would have asked those questions if his voice was working properly.
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He bit his tongue against saying every swear word he knew - instead saying them in his head like a litany, repeating them in other languages. He sighed when the Archmage began to do exploratory licks along the entire surface of the shaft. It was just as well that the intensity gentled while he did this, because Medivh really didn't want it to end too soon.
He still couldn't get past the fact that Khadgar was voluntarily licking (and sucking at intervals) his now fully erect and probably weeping cock while being held in his grip. If it wasn't for the pleasure coursing through his system, overriding all sense of reason and thought - he would have questioned it. But right now? He didn't care. He just didn't want it to stop.
Blast it all the sounds Khadgar made vibrated right through him. The mental swearing litany began anew.
Khadgar moved away, and Medivh sagged against the couch slightly as he opened his eyes to look at him with a heated, though somewhat bewildered expression.
"Khadgar?" He managed, voice rough. What possessed him to try that? Why did he stop? The Magus probably would have asked those questions if his voice was working properly.