How was Khadgar supposed to tell his ex-mentor that it simply being Medivh was more than reason enough to be embarrassed by himself? That there were reasons he suddenly turned red out of shame and had a hard time to vocalize his wants without wishing the couch would swallow him. There was no true way to say it without coming off strange, but it was something he thinks he was supposed to give an answer to.
"Those are all reasons why-- ah!" Khadgar yelped like he was hit the moment he felt the other mage's hand close around his erection. His eyes squeezed shut and his hand scrambles to grab at the couch in preparation for what he thinks might be him coming from less stimulation than ever before.
Teeth gnawed at his bottom lip in anticipation and he gives a full bodied shiver at the way Medivh tells him he needed this - needed Khadgar like this - just as much as the Archmage himself needed Medivh. Oh, words dance at the tip of his tongue and he swallows them because there was no place for admitting that he doubted Medivh needed him as much as he needed the Magus.
Khadgar tilts his head enough, attempting to catch the other's mouth in a kiss to clear his mind of the jumping anxiety in his stomach. God, he was undoubtedly screwed and knew that even allowing what was happening was a horrible idea in the long term. Now he knew what Medivh felt like, how he tasted and the scratch of soft whiskers against his skin. There was no way he would be able to not want more than that, he'd crave it.
"Medivh," the white haired man instead whined, rolling his hips into the lose grasp the dark haired man's large hands held him in. "Please." It was a plea for mercy, there was no doubt about it and Khadgar couldn't stop himself from gliding his mouth across whatever he could of the other.
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How was Khadgar supposed to tell his ex-mentor that it simply being Medivh was more than reason enough to be embarrassed by himself? That there were reasons he suddenly turned red out of shame and had a hard time to vocalize his wants without wishing the couch would swallow him. There was no true way to say it without coming off strange, but it was something he thinks he was supposed to give an answer to.
"Those are all reasons why-- ah!" Khadgar yelped like he was hit the moment he felt the other mage's hand close around his erection. His eyes squeezed shut and his hand scrambles to grab at the couch in preparation for what he thinks might be him coming from less stimulation than ever before.
Teeth gnawed at his bottom lip in anticipation and he gives a full bodied shiver at the way Medivh tells him he needed this - needed Khadgar like this - just as much as the Archmage himself needed Medivh. Oh, words dance at the tip of his tongue and he swallows them because there was no place for admitting that he doubted Medivh needed him as much as he needed the Magus.
Khadgar tilts his head enough, attempting to catch the other's mouth in a kiss to clear his mind of the jumping anxiety in his stomach. God, he was undoubtedly screwed and knew that even allowing what was happening was a horrible idea in the long term. Now he knew what Medivh felt like, how he tasted and the scratch of soft whiskers against his skin. There was no way he would be able to not want more than that, he'd crave it.
"Medivh," the white haired man instead whined, rolling his hips into the lose grasp the dark haired man's large hands held him in. "Please." It was a plea for mercy, there was no doubt about it and Khadgar couldn't stop himself from gliding his mouth across whatever he could of the other.