The repeated scrape of a nail across a nipple had him sucking in air, eyes closing and he fought to not embarrass himself by choking on air again. It felt good and he arched his back only slightly to get more of the tingling pleasure.
Then came Medivh's joke and Khadgar laughed, loud and unrestrained, at how ridiculous his master was. It set warmth off in his stomach and he couldn't help but fondly pat one of the wandering hands before settling back down.
Certain strokes left the Archmage shivering, across a hip had him biting his lip, along his stomach made his breath hitch and there was a strangely sensitive spot that left him gasping ad Medivh dragged his fingers across it. It seemed the Magus was going to draw it out and truly learn what made Khadgar become a bliss ed our pile of flesh and bones.
As Medivh kissed the curve of his neck, Khadgar made a soft, but approving sound. Though it was followed by a whine as the lips moved to the next spot between his neck and shoulder while the talented hand with its long fingers danced close enough to his erection that he swore it twitched in anticipation of being touched. Of course, Medivh's hand danced away and drew another keen from him.
When the surprisingly talented - at least Khadgar thought it was, though maybe 'unfair' would be more apt - mouth found itself just below his ear, the white haired man let out a loud, emarrassing noise of want and it had him closing his eyes and fisting his hands together in his brief shame.
Why were they so bloody sensitive? He complained mentally, wishing that he didn't let out such noises so willy-nilly the moment the other decided it was time to tease an ear. Blast it all.
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The repeated scrape of a nail across a nipple had him sucking in air, eyes closing and he fought to not embarrass himself by choking on air again. It felt good and he arched his back only slightly to get more of the tingling pleasure.
Then came Medivh's joke and Khadgar laughed, loud and unrestrained, at how ridiculous his master was. It set warmth off in his stomach and he couldn't help but fondly pat one of the wandering hands before settling back down.
Certain strokes left the Archmage shivering, across a hip had him biting his lip, along his stomach made his breath hitch and there was a strangely sensitive spot that left him gasping ad Medivh dragged his fingers across it. It seemed the Magus was going to draw it out and truly learn what made Khadgar become a bliss ed our pile of flesh and bones.
As Medivh kissed the curve of his neck, Khadgar made a soft, but approving sound. Though it was followed by a whine as the lips moved to the next spot between his neck and shoulder while the talented hand with its long fingers danced close enough to his erection that he swore it twitched in anticipation of being touched. Of course, Medivh's hand danced away and drew another keen from him.
When the surprisingly talented - at least Khadgar thought it was, though maybe 'unfair' would be more apt - mouth found itself just below his ear, the white haired man let out a loud, emarrassing noise of want and it had him closing his eyes and fisting his hands together in his brief shame.
Why were they so bloody sensitive? He complained mentally, wishing that he didn't let out such noises so willy-nilly the moment the other decided it was time to tease an ear. Blast it all.