Khadgar's reaction to his touch caused Medivh to grin, pleased. He didn't mind the imminent kiss being interrupted. Seeing the other man throwing his head back in pleasure was totally worth it.

He continued to massage the soft sack slowly in his hand while the other soothed along Khadgar's abdomen, side and chest - intentionally hitting any sensitive spots that he had noted earlier. He loved how the Archmage was simply falling apart in his hands. At the grab to his hair, Medivh uttered a soft pleased sound as he nuzzled close when he felt Khadgar nip at his jaw.

Khadgar's moaned words caused Medivh's lips to smile against the skin of the Archmage's throat as he grazed his lips there. "Please...what?" He murmured softly against his skin, encouraging the man to tell him what he wanted.