He could fall asleep like that, he had realized with his head resting against shivering muscles, he could sleep and not care when his back began to protest tomorrow from all of the moving he would be doing on top of it. At least he would have if Medivh hadn't suddenly asked him why he stuck his mouth on the mage's dick. He tensed, back straightening and he knew his cheeks and ears were reddening by the way they began to burn in his half embarrassment and half shame in what possessed him to do such a thing.

What could he say? That he imagined it on and off while he was in the Outland, that he imagined it when Medivh had been prone on his bed with a dark haired boy reading amusing correspondences at him. His face was fully red now and he fought with himself to come up with a believable comment on the matter.

All he could truly think of was how it felt so empowering and he could understand from a giving stand point on why it worked so well. Medivh had reacted so openly, so shocked out of his shell that it had Khadgar almost want to find a spell that could let him live that moment over and over again.

"I... ahem, read about it once," he tried, peering up from under silver white bangs to meet Medivh's eyes bashfully, "I had found it in some of Lothar's belongings I think? It stuck with me and ..." a small helpess noise was made to convey the rest of what he had put into practice.