The snapping comment about Medivh wanting to fish him off, had Khadgar's hand squeezing one last time around his own cock and moved it to test against the mage's muscled thigh. Oh, this was far to addicting. Medivh was coming undone for him and Khadgar wished he could just stay down there for as long as he had life in him and repeat the act over and over again until he died.
It was almost better than how they had ground hard against each other.
Medivh's warning of how he should remain where he was due to how close he was, well Khadgar didn't care. There were no tissues for him to clean up with or even too catch the thick gobs right from the source. Really, the only option Khadgar could see to minimize the amount of mess was to keep him in his mouth and swallow it all down.
Truly, it thrilled the Archmage, stroked a small part of him he didn't know still existed. It was a part that still had mild issues with his body, but this... this was reassuring it that no, someone could want the old man. Even better was it that Medivh wanted him. Consciously, Khadgar had no idea where the strong sense of pride or smugness came from, at least right then. Perhaps he'd figure it out another time.
Khadgar swallowed loudly, pushing himself to take more of the thick dick into what he could assume was a wet, hot vacuum. He teased his gag reflex, testing the limits over and over again, knowing he could train himself to take more eventually. He moaned when he realized he had an obscene amount of saliva coating his chin, whimpered as he realized this could be the only chance he could do this... well, Khadgar took a deep breath and willed himself to relax and not think of his choking... then started to take the Magus’s shaft deeper than before. He hummed his delight when he managed to conquer it enough to get more of it into his mouth.
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It was almost better than how they had ground hard against each other.
Medivh's warning of how he should remain where he was due to how close he was, well Khadgar didn't care. There were no tissues for him to clean up with or even too catch the thick gobs right from the source. Really, the only option Khadgar could see to minimize the amount of mess was to keep him in his mouth and swallow it all down.
Truly, it thrilled the Archmage, stroked a small part of him he didn't know still existed. It was a part that still had mild issues with his body, but this... this was reassuring it that no, someone could want the old man. Even better was it that Medivh wanted him. Consciously, Khadgar had no idea where the strong sense of pride or smugness came from, at least right then. Perhaps he'd figure it out another time.
Khadgar swallowed loudly, pushing himself to take more of the thick dick into what he could assume was a wet, hot vacuum. He teased his gag reflex, testing the limits over and over again, knowing he could train himself to take more eventually. He moaned when he realized he had an obscene amount of saliva coating his chin, whimpered as he realized this could be the only chance he could do this... well, Khadgar took a deep breath and willed himself to relax and not think of his choking... then started to take the Magus’s shaft deeper than before. He hummed his delight when he managed to conquer it enough to get more of it into his mouth.