Medivh could tell that Khadgar seemed really embarrassed, bordering on shame. It was written all over his face, body language and tone of voice. He could understand it some, considering he was so reserved himself. Losing control was rather daunting for people like them. Still - Khadgar's distress pulled at him.

The Magus gently caressed hands along his ex-apprentice's flushed and warm skin, wanting to soothe. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, jaw and then the side of his throat he murmured softly against his skin. "Why so embarrassed? It is only me. You have seen me at my best and my absolute worst. We have been through much together." He held the other man against his chest with a sigh. "No matter how reserved someone is, they still have needs." His thumb brushed against the wrist he was grasping. "And you obviously have denied yours for a long time. Much like I have."

Gently, he removed Khadgar's hand from his weeping erection - and encased it in his own warm grasp. He gave it a gentle squeeze, noting the strangeness of grasping another man this way - but it felt okay with Khadgar. "And here we are." He murmured softly. "I think I needed this as much as you did."