Khadgar's voice failed him and instead of answering his companion's question on what he wanted. The white haired man began to squirm on the spot. He swore under his breath and tugged lightly on Medivh's hair, attempting to get the other to understand what he wanted without him having to say it. Of course, he was faintly aware that there was a small chance of that and knew that he'd eventually have to force himself to talk.

Teeth chomped on his bottom lip and he released the other's hair to drag his own hand down to his erection. Well, showing him was the next best thing wasn't it? He squeezed his hand around the base of his cock and took his time stroking up. His toes curled and slowly, he drew his hand back down and moaned louder.

He was noisy with another person, he realized distantly, he couldn't hold his pleasure inside like he could alone. He would be more embarrassed about it when he wasn't plagued with nerve tingling gratification in the form of his ex-mentor. Right then, however, Khadgar couldn't find himself caring much about it, not with Medivh's hands everywhere and now his own on his cock.