Khadgar instantly shut up as he was ordered to come to Medivh. His hand dropped away from hiding his face and he looked a little helpless and almost like he wanted to protest at being told to stop fussing and instead just come to the dark haired mage. His eyes travelled the length of the other as of it would tell him something he didn't know. Like that he couldn't deny his mentor, no matter how much he verbally said he wanted too.
Leisurely, forcibly so, he began to shift to give in to the demand put upon him and tried to figure how he was supposed to rest. He wasn't to saddle the dark haired man, his hips weren't angled for that. Was he to lay down facing him? Khadgar swallowed visibly and swiped his tongue across his bottom lip as he shifted a little closer, daring to be so bold as to touch Medivh again, to anchor himself in the moment. This was happening.
Oh, may the Light have mercy on his old soul. He was stunning in the firelight, lounging there like there was no other place he belonged. He wasn't as pale as Khadgar, himself, but he was a shade lighter than other people - a mark of a mage he considered it, but it was there. He slid his hand up the thigh to just below his left breastbone to stroke a flat palm over the white scar he found there.
He left that on Medivh. There had been good reason, but it was still something Khadgar inflicted upon his partner. Thick white brows furrowed before smoothing themselves out as he leaned in enough to press a chaste kiss against th scar. An apology bubbled up in his throat and instead of actually saying, Khadgar lifted his head and gave the man a lopsided and sheepish smile.
Finally, he came to rest on his side, facing Medivh at first only to steal a soft kiss before shifting himself to face away from the master mage. It was better for the angle, he rationalized mentally, simply like doing it on himself except instead it would be a much different hand coaxing an orgasm from him. He purposely ignored the fact that it did also give more access to his ears and he pretended that he wasn't looking forward to giving the Magus whatever sound he wanted.
His hands knotted themselves together briefly out of anxiousness at what was to come, though instead, one hung off of the couch and the other curled firmly against his chest.
"Medivh," Khadgar murmured, tilting himself to press closer against the other and feel him laying there. He found just saying the man's name for the sake of hearing it soothed his jangled nerves and left only the irratic lubdub of his heart beneath his breast and in his ears.
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Leisurely, forcibly so, he began to shift to give in to the demand put upon him and tried to figure how he was supposed to rest. He wasn't to saddle the dark haired man, his hips weren't angled for that. Was he to lay down facing him? Khadgar swallowed visibly and swiped his tongue across his bottom lip as he shifted a little closer, daring to be so bold as to touch Medivh again, to anchor himself in the moment. This was happening.
Oh, may the Light have mercy on his old soul. He was stunning in the firelight, lounging there like there was no other place he belonged. He wasn't as pale as Khadgar, himself, but he was a shade lighter than other people - a mark of a mage he considered it, but it was there. He slid his hand up the thigh to just below his left breastbone to stroke a flat palm over the white scar he found there.
He left that on Medivh. There had been good reason, but it was still something Khadgar inflicted upon his partner. Thick white brows furrowed before smoothing themselves out as he leaned in enough to press a chaste kiss against th scar. An apology bubbled up in his throat and instead of actually saying, Khadgar lifted his head and gave the man a lopsided and sheepish smile.
Finally, he came to rest on his side, facing Medivh at first only to steal a soft kiss before shifting himself to face away from the master mage. It was better for the angle, he rationalized mentally, simply like doing it on himself except instead it would be a much different hand coaxing an orgasm from him. He purposely ignored the fact that it did also give more access to his ears and he pretended that he wasn't looking forward to giving the Magus whatever sound he wanted.
His hands knotted themselves together briefly out of anxiousness at what was to come, though instead, one hung off of the couch and the other curled firmly against his chest.
"Medivh," Khadgar murmured, tilting himself to press closer against the other and feel him laying there. He found just saying the man's name for the sake of hearing it soothed his jangled nerves and left only the irratic lubdub of his heart beneath his breast and in his ears.