Khadgar did arch at the repeated motions over a dusty peak, mumbling a soft curse under his breath as he began to squirm under all of the other's exploring touch. It was a lot to feel all at once and he began to feel overwhelmed by the sensations that he was given. So he closed his eyes and focused on his hitched breaths and attempted to stop his half-writhing in Medivh's grip.
By the Light, it was more intense with his eyes closed and he could not keep a louder attempt at the Magus's name that turned into a moan half way through, from erupting out of him. Too much sensation and it worried him. Was he over sensitive because it was Medivh touching him? Was it that his teacher's mouth and hands were utterly relentless in their exploration - that he even suggested the man do - of his body?
He didn't know anymore and he found himself mildly uncaring. At least until Medivh's fingers curled along a thigh and that mouth-- the Archmage mewled. His brows scrunched together and he found the squirming to be renewed, every breath that fanned hot against the shell or the gentle brush of soft facial hair along the edge. Oh yes, Khadgar was already becoming a pretty mess for his mentor.
Struggling to not knock his head back and hurt Medivh, the white haired mage ducked it forward instead. Tucking his chin against his chest and letting out a set of deep breaths as he tried not to hinder the noises he was sure Medivh was enjoying in some form.
Maybe he should've let Medivh take care of him first, so he could've seen how his reactions were affecting the other. That would've been a fantastic sight to behold. Automatically, his hips bucked forward and attempted to get some sort of stimuli from the unrepentant teasing. Khadgar distantly realized that he would be undoubtedly begging for mercy from the mercurial Magus by the end.
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Khadgar did arch at the repeated motions over a dusty peak, mumbling a soft curse under his breath as he began to squirm under all of the other's exploring touch. It was a lot to feel all at once and he began to feel overwhelmed by the sensations that he was given. So he closed his eyes and focused on his hitched breaths and attempted to stop his half-writhing in Medivh's grip.
By the Light, it was more intense with his eyes closed and he could not keep a louder attempt at the Magus's name that turned into a moan half way through, from erupting out of him. Too much sensation and it worried him. Was he over sensitive because it was Medivh touching him? Was it that his teacher's mouth and hands were utterly relentless in their exploration - that he even suggested the man do - of his body?
He didn't know anymore and he found himself mildly uncaring. At least until Medivh's fingers curled along a thigh and that mouth-- the Archmage mewled. His brows scrunched together and he found the squirming to be renewed, every breath that fanned hot against the shell or the gentle brush of soft facial hair along the edge. Oh yes, Khadgar was already becoming a pretty mess for his mentor.
Struggling to not knock his head back and hurt Medivh, the white haired mage ducked it forward instead. Tucking his chin against his chest and letting out a set of deep breaths as he tried not to hinder the noises he was sure Medivh was enjoying in some form.
Maybe he should've let Medivh take care of him first, so he could've seen how his reactions were affecting the other. That would've been a fantastic sight to behold. Automatically, his hips bucked forward and attempted to get some sort of stimuli from the unrepentant teasing. Khadgar distantly realized that he would be undoubtedly begging for mercy from the mercurial Magus by the end.