Medivh uttered another strangled noise, somewhat muffled by his hand in his mouth when Khadgar took him in deeper. He released the silver hair in his grasp lest he tear it out and instead - dug his nails into the man's shoulder as he gripped it hard. At least both the other man's hands were in view now. No doubt, the Archmage would be able to feel how rigidly tense his body was.

Blast it all! The aching pressure and waves of pleasure were hitting a breaking point - and the other man was not moving away. Well, he tried to warn him. The concern for the noises Khadgar was making was somewhat assuaged by the fact that if the Archmage truly was not comfortable, he wouldn't be doing this. The sensations gripping him were really something else - and he'd never experienced such an intensity before. It was becoming almost too much.

Fel and ashes... That wet, tight heat that was pulling on him. His orgasm came so suddenly it was like suddenly being struck. The Magus jerked and uttered a strangled, ragged gasp of a moan - arching back as tense as a bowstring. He was so senseless, he wasn't even aware of clawing at Khadgar's shoulders with both hands as he hung on for dear life.