Teeth nipped at his ear and Khadgar's whole body went rigid because of it. Back arching out and voice reaching that embarrassingly high octave once more. He mewled softly until the older mage's mouth moved to dot his kisses along his temple and along the sharp curve of his cheek bone. Nails dragged along inside of his thigh as the Archmage felt the Magus's mouth gravitate towards his own.

Too bad Medivh grabbed his balls and started rubbing before he could get to his lips, as his head was thrown back and he whined out loud. Medivh was a bastard, with his perfect hands and over eager exploration of his ex-Apprentice's body. It drove him crazy and Khadgar wasn't sure he'd survive much more, not with that hand rolling the sack in his fingers.

His head was rested against Medivh's shoulder, his lips parted and back not yet come down from its arch. Khadgar was trembling and he felt like he was bathed in fire, the flames licking at his skin and seemed to stay wherever the ex-guardian's hands had been. He whines loudly, squirming a little bit as he fought with himself not to thrust against what ever he could.

The mage's hands twitched and threatened to go right to pleasuring himself unabashedly under Medivh's ministrations. Instead, he pulled a white-knuckled hand from the fabric of the couch and reached behind him to dig his hand through the long, thick salt and pepper hair of the other mage's. He twisted his head enough to bite at the other's jaw, so he could try and urge Medivh to go back to trying to kiss him.

"Nnngh," he sounded, hips stuttering as he squirmed back against the other. "Medivh -- nn -- please."