As Khadgar was praised by his mentor, heat blossomed in the pit of his stomach and his blush turned more out of happiness than anything else. He did give a brief glare at the reminder that they were not as young as they used to be, but it melted as Medivh spoke. Oh, he was basking in the rough tenor that was ringing in his ears, letting it bathe him and continue to rock him into a lull.
His erection had yet to subside, but Khadgar felt content to let it fade on its own, even humming his agreement that everyone had needs. Slitted blues widened in shock at the sudden turn of events, at Medivh asking -- more telling him that it was time to allow him to take care of him so they could rest.
His heart beat faster under his breast bone and he couldn't reign himself in fast enough to not look both lost and adoring at the Magus. It was like the Archmage couldn't believe what was being put forward and he couldn't, not right then.
Stifling the whine that wanted to erupt from the depths of where ever it had decided to try and rear from, Khadgar slowly nodded dumbly at Medivh and bit his bottom lip hard. The pain gave him enough pause to actually restart his stalled mind and take a deep drink of the goblet, aiming to finish it so he could set it aside.
That done, he glanced at Medivh and took in a sharp breath, what should he say? Should he ask how Medivh wanted him? His cock twitched and reminded him fully of his existence of th mental image that had Medivh settling between his thighs to return the favour. His stomach lurched with the sudden wave of arousal and throat bobbed with the audible swallow that followed. His heart thundered in his ears and cheeks turned red, eyes darting to anywhere but the Magus so he could figure out what to say.
"You do not have to," he mumbled, lifting a hand to hide his reddening face, "I will be able to relax like this."
How strange it was that he was suddenly unsure of letting Medivh take care if him. It was like he was back to being a fumbling teenager under the green eyed stare and Khadgar had no idea how to find his footing in it. His dick was aching, there was no way around that and his body was definitely all for the idea of the other Mage doing whatever he'd like with his body, so what was the problem? Shouldn't he be all for it, asking Medivh how he wanted him instead of being bashful and trying to tell him that his arousal would fade?
Was he scared of the idea?
The deafening tattoo of his heart was overpowering and it answered the question with a resolute face. He was frightened by the idea of Medivh finishing him off. He supposed it was because he would be alone in his pleasure and some part of him was worried the other would find fault with him... or it could just be he was terrified of the words that could slip out of his mouth.
Bah! He peeked through his fingers at Medivh and choked on some air. He was gorgeous in his relaxed posture, with corded muscle and a tasteful spattering across the skin. He could see how his pony tail had come loose and had to hold back the urge to brush stray black-grey hair over his shoulder.
Oh, he thought, he was so far beyond the realm of 'in trouble' that even his bright mind couldn't come up with a word to describe it. Perhaps there wasn't even one made. He was off kilter and scared, yet Khadgar knew he was more than ok with the idea of giving himself over to the other's care and see where that took them. His body screamed that he should do exactly that, but he held steadfast.
"I am not saying that I would not appreciate it, but I did not do that expecting any--" The hand that was not hiding his blushing face waved itself around to suggest what he meant. "I'm more than fine just going right to sleep, so do not worry if you are doing this in..." He gave another hand gesture and let out a soft, pathetic whine at how he was coming off.
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His erection had yet to subside, but Khadgar felt content to let it fade on its own, even humming his agreement that everyone had needs. Slitted blues widened in shock at the sudden turn of events, at Medivh asking -- more telling him that it was time to allow him to take care of him so they could rest.
His heart beat faster under his breast bone and he couldn't reign himself in fast enough to not look both lost and adoring at the Magus. It was like the Archmage couldn't believe what was being put forward and he couldn't, not right then.
Stifling the whine that wanted to erupt from the depths of where ever it had decided to try and rear from, Khadgar slowly nodded dumbly at Medivh and bit his bottom lip hard. The pain gave him enough pause to actually restart his stalled mind and take a deep drink of the goblet, aiming to finish it so he could set it aside.
That done, he glanced at Medivh and took in a sharp breath, what should he say? Should he ask how Medivh wanted him? His cock twitched and reminded him fully of his existence of th mental image that had Medivh settling between his thighs to return the favour. His stomach lurched with the sudden wave of arousal and throat bobbed with the audible swallow that followed. His heart thundered in his ears and cheeks turned red, eyes darting to anywhere but the Magus so he could figure out what to say.
"You do not have to," he mumbled, lifting a hand to hide his reddening face, "I will be able to relax like this."
How strange it was that he was suddenly unsure of letting Medivh take care if him. It was like he was back to being a fumbling teenager under the green eyed stare and Khadgar had no idea how to find his footing in it. His dick was aching, there was no way around that and his body was definitely all for the idea of the other Mage doing whatever he'd like with his body, so what was the problem? Shouldn't he be all for it, asking Medivh how he wanted him instead of being bashful and trying to tell him that his arousal would fade?
Was he scared of the idea?
The deafening tattoo of his heart was overpowering and it answered the question with a resolute face. He was frightened by the idea of Medivh finishing him off. He supposed it was because he would be alone in his pleasure and some part of him was worried the other would find fault with him... or it could just be he was terrified of the words that could slip out of his mouth.
Bah! He peeked through his fingers at Medivh and choked on some air. He was gorgeous in his relaxed posture, with corded muscle and a tasteful spattering across the skin. He could see how his pony tail had come loose and had to hold back the urge to brush stray black-grey hair over his shoulder.
Oh, he thought, he was so far beyond the realm of 'in trouble' that even his bright mind couldn't come up with a word to describe it. Perhaps there wasn't even one made. He was off kilter and scared, yet Khadgar knew he was more than ok with the idea of giving himself over to the other's care and see where that took them. His body screamed that he should do exactly that, but he held steadfast.
"I am not saying that I would not appreciate it, but I did not do that expecting any--" The hand that was not hiding his blushing face waved itself around to suggest what he meant. "I'm more than fine just going right to sleep, so do not worry if you are doing this in..." He gave another hand gesture and let out a soft, pathetic whine at how he was coming off.