Medivh grazed his lips and teeth along the edge of Khadgar's jaw, feeling the dusting of stubble there while the other man squirmed. He stilled though when his hair was released - and he uttered a soft noise of warning in his throat as he let go of the Archmage's balls and grabbed Khadgar by the wrist to stop him from pleasuring himself further.

"Khadgar." He said gruffly, his voice close to his ear. "I asked you a question." He had stilled his ministrations enough to hopefully help clear the man's head temporarily. "What do you want?"