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Medivh tossed his head, thumping it on the back of the lounge couch as he scrunched his eyes shut. The sensations definitely were more intense when Khadgar directly touched the area around the tip, or the underside. Miraculously he hadn't made any noise - but it was in the catch of his breath and the unsteadiness of it. Not to mention his fingers were clenching in the cushions tight enough to cause the tendons to stand out.

He bit his tongue against saying every swear word he knew - instead saying them in his head like a litany, repeating them in other languages. He sighed when the Archmage began to do exploratory licks along the entire surface of the shaft. It was just as well that the intensity gentled while he did this, because Medivh really didn't want it to end too soon.

He still couldn't get past the fact that Khadgar was voluntarily licking (and sucking at intervals) his now fully erect and probably weeping cock while being held in his grip. If it wasn't for the pleasure coursing through his system, overriding all sense of reason and thought - he would have questioned it. But right now? He didn't care. He just didn't want it to stop.

Blast it all the sounds Khadgar made vibrated right through him. The mental swearing litany began anew.

Khadgar moved away, and Medivh sagged against the couch slightly as he opened his eyes to look at him with a heated, though somewhat bewildered expression.

"Khadgar?" He managed, voice rough. What possessed him to try that? Why did he stop? The Magus probably would have asked those questions if his voice was working properly.

Khadgar could definitely get used to how the elder mage was reacting to his mouth and it tugged a more gentle expression across his face. He was so terribly enthralled with this man and he swore if anything decided to disturb them, he would end whatever it was with a great blast of energy. Medivh was beautiful and Khadgar felt blessed to be someone to see it.

The hand wrapped around the other's cock slowly stroked itself up toward the tip and then released it as it moved to stroke up the Magus's stomach teasingly. The younger mage smiled lopsidedly and gently rubbed circles into the skin with his thumb. There were things he could do to make this even more entertaining for himself, yes there were, but the white haired man on his knees knew that he had a very good idea on what he wanted from the elder.

"Medivh," he gentled, "you can put your hands on me."

The smile he wore turned devious and smug, while he allowed his hands to move to where the Magus's were white-knuckled in their grip on the couch. Slowly, he would ease them away from their clenched grip and instead put one on the top of his head and the other was brought closer so he could nuzzle at the palm.

Khadgar was addicted to the high that was brought on by the dark haired mage's awed stare and how confused he seemed to be. It made him bolder, more confident in the idea that had begun with just a simple want to taste the other's thick cock. It was quickly making him want to stay there, never let the other up and see how wide eyed those green eyes could get.

The nuzzling turned to gentle kisses, those turned to a brief sucks and eventually Khadgar sighed and instead placed the hand on his shoulder while he positioned himself back between his legs with a hand grasping at the base of the Magus's dick, squeezing lightly. Leaning back down, the licking began once again, though he attempted the idea of just sucking lightly against the head with soft pulls of his lips.

The white haired man peered up at Medivh from beneath his thick lashes, looking too amused and almost daring the elder male to do something beyond sit there gobsmacked.

Edited 2016-10-15 02:58 (UTC)

The way that Khadgar moved his hand up and then off his dick caused Medivh to visibly shudder as he blinked down at the Archmage. Finally, his lips twitched into something like a crooked smile at the feel of his hand brushing along his stomach, thumb circling along the skin. He looked down almost mesmerized, noticing the scar along his ribs showing where Khadgar had run him through. It stood out in stark relief in the warm firelight.

Khadgar's words caused his eyes to dart up, meeting the other man's eyes as his thoughts returned to the present. At the reassurance, and the hands gently removing his curled fingers from the couch - Medivh chuckled a brief "Heh.." He huffed slightly. "I wasn't exactly expecting that..." He quirked a brow as he explained. He would have probably caused Khadgar injury if he gripped him like he gripped the couch. Devious little brat. Oh, he would patiently plan his revenge later, he was sure of it now.

He quieted when Khadgar placed one of his hands on his head. His hands were a combination of strength and oddly, grace. Large, but with long slender fingers. Without thought - the Magus stroked through Khadgar's hair idly with an old fondness as his ex-Apprentice nuzzled and kissed his other hand. He had no idea what any of this meant...but he couldn't deny the strength of the warmth in his chest at all this. The depth of the emotions - especially when it came to Khadgar.

He had relaxed against the couch by the time Khadgar placed the hand he had been kissing onto his shoulder. The Magus's heart started pounding again when the other man situated himself back between his thighs and he practically held his breath, wondering what he was going to do next. The hand in the silver white hair had caressed to curl along the nape of his neck and his fingers curled slightly as he once again, was held in the grip of his ex-Apprentice. His eyes slid shut at the squeeze - but he definitely twitched when the licking began again...and he released the breath he had been holding in a shaky sigh.

Suddenly at the gentle pull of suction, Medivh uttered a quiet strangled noise as his hips twitched and his muscles shivered along his abdomen. His fingers curled further in Khadgar's hair. He was almost at the point of being fidgety, damn it all!

Medivh's hips jerking had the younger's brows twitching in mild confusion before he realized exactly what had happened. It was definitely something Khadgar hadn't realized, but perhaps he should've. He did enjoy knowing he had that effect on the man clutching at his hair. It was a heady sort of thing that left feeling pool in the pit of his stomach and finally remind him that his own cock was heavy between his thighs and it ached .

Swallowing briefly, Khadgar took the chance to look up at the dark haired male to see how much he was paying attention - as if he felt he needed to sneak his hand down to wrap around his cock in much the way he had done to the other. Slowly he drew both hands up, mimicking the pressure and slow drag up toward the crown and back down. It had to be excruciatingly sluggish in case he set himself off before he was able to finish his mentor.

The cock head rested against the spit slick bow of the white haired man's lips as he started another deliberate stroke on both lengths. A devious thought twinkled into Khadgar's mind and on the down stroke of his hands, he opened his mouth and properly took the tip of the dick unto his mouth.

Oh, he wasn't expecting to find precome on his tongue and had to force himself to not pull back out of shock. Instead, he pushed forward, seeing how much he could fit in his mouth. The hand that had been wrapped around himself moved to instead brace himself on a thigh as he leaned and learned that no, he definitely had a gag reflex. The Archmage then proceeded to pull back so he wasn't half choking (and he had made quite a few choking sounds) and sucked with quick lashes of his tongue where he could.

Oh he was trying not to squirm, and he wasn't doing too bad at suppressing the urge. But it was challenging. Despite the fact he was caught up in what he was experiencing, the Magus didn't miss one of Khadgar's hands moving downward below his view. He wasn't completely certain (and his mind wasn't really working at the moment) - but he still let out a whispered hiss of a breath.

"Don't you even think about taking care of yourself." He managed unsteadily, green eyes darting in a brief glare. "Not when I plan on doing it myself!" Oh yes. Yes he was.

Words left him though when Khadgar once again used his mouth in earnest and his fingers gripped his hair tighter in a fist while taking care not to shove him downward. His eyes were shut and his head tilted back against the couch, so he didn't see the moment when Khadgar took more of him into his mouth - but the Magus uttered a startled "Uhn!" and the hand on the Archmage's shoulder flew up to his mouth where he bit into the flesh to keep from making more noise. FEL and ashes!

His eyes flew open to stare at Khadgar, a bit concerned at the brief choking sounds. His breath came in ragged pants. "I would....wouldn't remain there if I were you..." He rasped. "Not....when I am so close." He...didn't really think that getting a face full of his seed would be that enjoyable.

The snapping comment about Medivh wanting to fish him off, had Khadgar's hand squeezing one last time around his own cock and moved it to test against the mage's muscled thigh. Oh, this was far to addicting. Medivh was coming undone for him and Khadgar wished he could just stay down there for as long as he had life in him and repeat the act over and over again until he died.

It was almost better than how they had ground hard against each other.

Medivh's warning of how he should remain where he was due to how close he was, well Khadgar didn't care. There were no tissues for him to clean up with or even too catch the thick gobs right from the source. Really, the only option Khadgar could see to minimize the amount of mess was to keep him in his mouth and swallow it all down.

Truly, it thrilled the Archmage, stroked a small part of him he didn't know still existed. It was a part that still had mild issues with his body, but this... this was reassuring it that no, someone could want the old man. Even better was it that Medivh wanted him. Consciously, Khadgar had no idea where the strong sense of pride or smugness came from, at least right then. Perhaps he'd figure it out another time.

Khadgar swallowed loudly, pushing himself to take more of the thick dick into what he could assume was a wet, hot vacuum. He teased his gag reflex, testing the limits over and over again, knowing he could train himself to take more eventually. He moaned when he realized he had an obscene amount of saliva coating his chin, whimpered as he realized this could be the only chance he could do this... well, Khadgar took a deep breath and willed himself to relax and not think of his choking... then started to take the Magus’s shaft deeper than before. He hummed his delight when he managed to conquer it enough to get more of it into his mouth.

Edited 2016-10-18 02:31 (UTC)

Medivh uttered another strangled noise, somewhat muffled by his hand in his mouth when Khadgar took him in deeper. He released the silver hair in his grasp lest he tear it out and instead - dug his nails into the man's shoulder as he gripped it hard. At least both the other man's hands were in view now. No doubt, the Archmage would be able to feel how rigidly tense his body was.

Blast it all! The aching pressure and waves of pleasure were hitting a breaking point - and the other man was not moving away. Well, he tried to warn him. The concern for the noises Khadgar was making was somewhat assuaged by the fact that if the Archmage truly was not comfortable, he wouldn't be doing this. The sensations gripping him were really something else - and he'd never experienced such an intensity before. It was becoming almost too much.

Fel and ashes... That wet, tight heat that was pulling on him. His orgasm came so suddenly it was like suddenly being struck. The Magus jerked and uttered a strangled, ragged gasp of a moan - arching back as tense as a bowstring. He was so senseless, he wasn't even aware of clawing at Khadgar's shoulders with both hands as he hung on for dear life.

Medivh's nails bit small red crescent half moons into his shoulders and they would undoubtedly bruise. The elder male exploded in his mouth, salty liquid filling his mouth and Khadgar forced himself to swallow it down. It was... unpleasant, but so worth the red lines left behind by the other mage's hands. He hoped those left yellow-brown impressions in his skin as well, wanting to be able to look at his shoulders after the fact and remember vividly what he had done for his mentor.

Lightening the suction, the white haired mage glanced back up at his partner and took stock in how he was presenting himself. He wondered what Medivh would think. Would he get praising? Would he get the uppity man who felt like he had to one up his apprentice? Would he even get any sort of reaction? He let the softening cock fall from his lips, instead moving both hands to wrap around the other in a half hug.

He pressed his forehead against the skin and muscle just below the Magus's ribs, resting there as he caught his breath. Steadfast in his ignorance of how much his erection ached and begged to be touched even a little, Khadgar pressed a soft open mouthed kiss against the flesh. His long white lashes fluttered, brushing barely there butterfly-like trails as he heaved and slumped.

It didn't matter if Medivh actually did fix his issue or not, Khadgar realized with a start, this was more than enough to satisfy him. Just knowing how the ex-Guardian came undone in such acts and to know that he was probably the first one to ever do that for him... it was more than Khadgar could ever have asked for.

Blue eyes finally fluttered shut and he sagged against the elder mage like a dam had been released. It was strange how lax just doing something so simple could put him into this sort of state, like he was suddenly allowed to rest after sucking the dark haired mage off, like it were permission, almost.

"Are you all right?" Khadgar uttered from his place against Medivh's abdomen, nuzzling unconsciously against the skin.

If he had the capacity to think straight, Medivh would have supposed this was probably one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced. Not that he indulged in many in his life time. No one had ever done anything like this to him however - and he didn't even realize that people did this sort of thing. He had no idea if this was a regular occurrence for lovers or if it was just a wild idea of Khadgar's that he spontaneously wanted to try out. He himself probably wouldn't have thought of it or imagined it!

In any case - it was insane. In a good way.

The Magus had no idea how long he shuddered so mindlessly before he sagged exhausted to the cushions. All he could do was lean back, face tilted up as he rested his head on the back of the couch, breathing in ragged pants as he worked on catching his breath. The air was slightly cool against his damp skin, though the warm fire in the brazier helped take the edge off of the chill in the room. His eyes were closed for the moment, as he simply basked in the waves of pleasurable relaxation. It wasn't a common thing for him, so it was to be savored.

He suddenly became aware of a warm weight wrapped around him - and he realized that Khadgar had shifted up to settle with his arms around his waist - resting his head on his abdomen. The muscle beneath the man's cheek shivered slightly at the feel of the kiss - but Medivh gave no other response until Khadgar spoke up. He uttered a sleepy sounding "Hmm?" Before he lifted his head to look down at the other man.

Letting out a soft sigh, Medivh moved an arm to rest around Khadgar's shoulders as he nodded. "I'm fine...." He murmured. "Though I should be asking you that question......" There was no mess, so he could only assume that Khadgar swallowed it down. Now that his mind was working again, he suddenly realized just where Khadgar was during all that. It was probably a good thing his face was all ready flushed because it would have gotten more red - perhaps with a little bit of embarrassment at the intimate location where his ex-apprentice had his face.

That...and the involuntary reactions he had made. He was notorious for being an elusive, quiet and extremely private man. It was extremely rare for anyone to see him in this kind of light. This was somewhat out of his niche.

"What possessed you to try something like that?" He asked, eyebrows raising slightly.

Edited 2016-10-21 07:57 (UTC)

He could fall asleep like that, he had realized with his head resting against shivering muscles, he could sleep and not care when his back began to protest tomorrow from all of the moving he would be doing on top of it. At least he would have if Medivh hadn't suddenly asked him why he stuck his mouth on the mage's dick. He tensed, back straightening and he knew his cheeks and ears were reddening by the way they began to burn in his half embarrassment and half shame in what possessed him to do such a thing.

What could he say? That he imagined it on and off while he was in the Outland, that he imagined it when Medivh had been prone on his bed with a dark haired boy reading amusing correspondences at him. His face was fully red now and he fought with himself to come up with a believable comment on the matter.

All he could truly think of was how it felt so empowering and he could understand from a giving stand point on why it worked so well. Medivh had reacted so openly, so shocked out of his shell that it had Khadgar almost want to find a spell that could let him live that moment over and over again.

"I... ahem, read about it once," he tried, peering up from under silver white bangs to meet Medivh's eyes bashfully, "I had found it in some of Lothar's belongings I think? It stuck with me and ..." a small helpess noise was made to convey the rest of what he had put into practice.

Medivh saw Khadgar's reaction to his question and immediately regretted how he had worded it. The last thing he wanted was to upset or make the man uncomfortable. His lips twitched slightly, watching the emotions play across the Archamge's face. Of course he read about it in a book. And one that was Lothar's? He sighed a little, gingerly patting at Khadgar's shoulder.

"Khadgar. I wasn't admonishing you." He said gently, gruff tones soft as he searched for words. "As you can imagine I am not as ah...well versed in these sorts of things." He ran a hand over his face - and if Khadgar looked hard enough, he'd discover that Medivh was probably just as shy or bashful as he was underneath the at times no nonsense Magus exterior. "I didn't even know that...someone could or even would do something like that." His green eyes averted slightly. Well this was awkward. He wasn't used to conversations like this either. "It's not like I....didn't enjoy that..." He admitted much quieter in a soft mumble. Fel and ashes he even swallowed it too...

He sighed again and gestured to the couch next to him. "Come old friend, make yourself comfortable. You'll hurt your knees..." His eyes flickered as he waved his fingers - summoning some water in a goblet for Khadgar to drink. He couldn't imagine that tasted very good either. Now it was his turn to take care of his ex-Apprentice.

"No, I know," Khadgar tried to say until Medivh distracted him by showing that he wasn't the only one off kilter there. A low sigh hummed from deep within his chest and instead of touching the rest of that -- or how it made his pride swell that Medivh enjoyed it and for once it was him teaching his mentor.

"Yes, of course, how silly of me," he murmured, though slowly unfolded his legs as he got to his feet. His knees cracked unpleasantly and he gave a loud unapproving snort at them. He moved to sit on the couch next to Medivh and gladly took the goblet to drink from. Yes, that definitely helped him wash some of the taste out of his mouth and had him slumping back into the comfortable cushions pleased.

Barely open blues peered at Medivh and studied him as if he was trying to think of what to say to him.

"I know you were not admonishing me," he tried again, voice soft and steady as he hoped his cheeks were returning to their more natural state. He lifted his free hand to cover his eyes with the back of his arm and took in relaxing breaths as he attempted to figure out what more to say. "It was more being asked where I learnt something like that."

Nope, there went his cheeks again and he remembered what book he was talking about. It was laying bookmarked and dog-eared at random pages, horrible smut that he had bought when he was a teen in Dalaran and never rid himself of. He still read it once in a while, it always helped with certain scenarios that would play through his magicians mind to get a result out of himself.

"That... Medivh, that was my first time doing either of those, so you are in good company."

Good to know he still made Medivh lose it like he did, he hoped for another repeat.Though, he paused as he wondered if Medivh would question about him never having done such acts and still experiencing love... He hoped his brain function wasn't quite working just then.

Medivh chuckled with a grin as Khadgar's knees cracked when he got up to get on the couch. "We're not as young as we used to be, eh?" He joked lightly, amused and still very relaxed after his ex-apprentice's ministrations. His green eyes flicked over the other man's form, assessing. He saw how pleased the Archmage seemed when he settled with the goblet of water. Ultimately, seeing him happy, made the Magus happy too - and sitting alongside his old friend added more to the warm, content feeling.

The Magus sat back, listening to Khadgar's explanation and his admittance that it was his first time doing such things. The older man's lips quirked slightly into a small close mouthed smile.

"I figured as much." He said finally. "Though you are just as much of a quick learner as you were when you were a youth." Quiet pride leaked into his tones at that, but he didn't look over at the man next to him. "Whether you learned it from a book, or tried it out of a wild idea to see what would happen - it matters not." He concluded. "These sorts of matters are just part of being human." An aspect that he was only just starting to really explore, on top of existing as just 'Medivh'. There hadn't been room in his life for sex or pleasure. Not really.

"It is also part of our calling to seek out things that are new." He shrugged a little, looking down at his hands on his lap. "It might be awkward to speak of in conversation, but logically, it shouldn't be anything to be embarrassed or ashamed about." He glanced over at Khadgar pointedly. "We all have needs." He added softer. "Including you. Now let me tend to you so we can rest." It wasn't just a matter of taking care of Khadgar's arousal (though he wasn't sure if it lessened or not due to the conversation) - it was a matter of relaxing the man enough so he could sleep. Okay, and if he was honest with himself, he really wanted to lavish some rewarding payback and get to see the results in better light this time.

Edited 2016-10-25 03:37 (UTC)

As Khadgar was praised by his mentor, heat blossomed in the pit of his stomach and his blush turned more out of happiness than anything else. He did give a brief glare at the reminder that they were not as young as they used to be, but it melted as Medivh spoke. Oh, he was basking in the rough tenor that was ringing in his ears, letting it bathe him and continue to rock him into a lull.

His erection had yet to subside, but Khadgar felt content to let it fade on its own, even humming his agreement that everyone had needs. Slitted blues widened in shock at the sudden turn of events, at Medivh asking -- more telling him that it was time to allow him to take care of him so they could rest.

His heart beat faster under his breast bone and he couldn't reign himself in fast enough to not look both lost and adoring at the Magus. It was like the Archmage couldn't believe what was being put forward and he couldn't, not right then.

Stifling the whine that wanted to erupt from the depths of where ever it had decided to try and rear from, Khadgar slowly nodded dumbly at Medivh and bit his bottom lip hard. The pain gave him enough pause to actually restart his stalled mind and take a deep drink of the goblet, aiming to finish it so he could set it aside.

That done, he glanced at Medivh and took in a sharp breath, what should he say? Should he ask how Medivh wanted him? His cock twitched and reminded him fully of his existence of th mental image that had Medivh settling between his thighs to return the favour. His stomach lurched with the sudden wave of arousal and throat bobbed with the audible swallow that followed. His heart thundered in his ears and cheeks turned red, eyes darting to anywhere but the Magus so he could figure out what to say.

"You do not have to," he mumbled, lifting a hand to hide his reddening face, "I will be able to relax like this."

How strange it was that he was suddenly unsure of letting Medivh take care if him. It was like he was back to being a fumbling teenager under the green eyed stare and Khadgar had no idea how to find his footing in it. His dick was aching, there was no way around that and his body was definitely all for the idea of the other Mage doing whatever he'd like with his body, so what was the problem? Shouldn't he be all for it, asking Medivh how he wanted him instead of being bashful and trying to tell him that his arousal would fade?

Was he scared of the idea?

The deafening tattoo of his heart was overpowering and it answered the question with a resolute face. He was frightened by the idea of Medivh finishing him off. He supposed it was because he would be alone in his pleasure and some part of him was worried the other would find fault with him... or it could just be he was terrified of the words that could slip out of his mouth.

Bah! He peeked through his fingers at Medivh and choked on some air. He was gorgeous in his relaxed posture, with corded muscle and a tasteful spattering across the skin. He could see how his pony tail had come loose and had to hold back the urge to brush stray black-grey hair over his shoulder.

Oh, he thought, he was so far beyond the realm of 'in trouble' that even his bright mind couldn't come up with a word to describe it. Perhaps there wasn't even one made. He was off kilter and scared, yet Khadgar knew he was more than ok with the idea of giving himself over to the other's care and see where that took them. His body screamed that he should do exactly that, but he held steadfast.

"I am not saying that I would not appreciate it, but I did not do that expecting any--" The hand that was not hiding his blushing face waved itself around to suggest what he meant. "I'm more than fine just going right to sleep, so do not worry if you are doing this in..." He gave another hand gesture and let out a soft, pathetic whine at how he was coming off.

Edited 2016-10-25 11:00 (UTC)

Medivh stifled the grin that wanted to escape at all the expressions that played across Khadgar's face. He instead raised his eyebrows at the man as if to say there was no point in arguing. What kind of friend would he be if he left him like that? There would be no 'relaxing' and being able to sleep with a hard on that bad. Besides, as he had discovered, it felt way better if someone else's touch did the deed.

Khadgar's words that he didn't have to reciprocate elicited an exasperated but affectionate snort from the Magus as he refrained to roll his eyes at his companion. Instead, while the Archmage seemed to be thinking so hard to almost cause steam to come out of his ears (he was certainly blushing enough to set his hair on fire) - the Magus simply sighed and stretched out on the couch, laying back so his head and shoulders were reclining on the arm of the lounge. Nonchalantly, he reached over the side for his satchel, rummaging for a handkerchief which he stuffed in the cushion so he could grab at it easily. That done, he shook out his hair about his shoulders and reclined, raising an eyebrow at Khadgar as the man struggled to express himself through his embarrassment.

"Khadgar." He said simply, tones soft and gentle, but with a hint of firmness. "Come here." He had rested so that his back was angled against the back of the lounge, so that there would be room for Khadgar to recline with him. Once the other man moved, he'd stretch his legs out along the length of the couch.

Khadgar instantly shut up as he was ordered to come to Medivh. His hand dropped away from hiding his face and he looked a little helpless and almost like he wanted to protest at being told to stop fussing and instead just come to the dark haired mage. His eyes travelled the length of the other as of it would tell him something he didn't know. Like that he couldn't deny his mentor, no matter how much he verbally said he wanted too.

Leisurely, forcibly so, he began to shift to give in to the demand put upon him and tried to figure how he was supposed to rest. He wasn't to saddle the dark haired man, his hips weren't angled for that. Was he to lay down facing him? Khadgar swallowed visibly and swiped his tongue across his bottom lip as he shifted a little closer, daring to be so bold as to touch Medivh again, to anchor himself in the moment. This was happening.

Oh, may the Light have mercy on his old soul. He was stunning in the firelight, lounging there like there was no other place he belonged. He wasn't as pale as Khadgar, himself, but he was a shade lighter than other people - a mark of a mage he considered it, but it was there. He slid his hand up the thigh to just below his left breastbone to stroke a flat palm over the white scar he found there.

He left that on Medivh. There had been good reason, but it was still something Khadgar inflicted upon his partner. Thick white brows furrowed before smoothing themselves out as he leaned in enough to press a chaste kiss against th scar. An apology bubbled up in his throat and instead of actually saying, Khadgar lifted his head and gave the man a lopsided and sheepish smile.

Finally, he came to rest on his side, facing Medivh at first only to steal a soft kiss before shifting himself to face away from the master mage. It was better for the angle, he rationalized mentally, simply like doing it on himself except instead it would be a much different hand coaxing an orgasm from him. He purposely ignored the fact that it did also give more access to his ears and he pretended that he wasn't looking forward to giving the Magus whatever sound he wanted.

His hands knotted themselves together briefly out of anxiousness at what was to come, though instead, one hung off of the couch and the other curled firmly against his chest.

"Medivh," Khadgar murmured, tilting himself to press closer against the other and feel him laying there. He found just saying the man's name for the sake of hearing it soothed his jangled nerves and left only the irratic lubdub of his heart beneath his breast and in his ears.

Medivh lounged patiently, watching Khadgar with piercing green eyes and keeping his face calm and neutral. It was strange, watching him like this. The teenager that Khadgar used to be was poignantly visible in his body language and expression, and it caused a strange tug of emotions within the Magus. And memory. Despite the possession of Sargeras clouding all of them, he still had positive memory regarding the Archmage in his youth. He instantly felt a desire to protect and nurture. But at the same time to mold and create. In a fashion he had all ready done so - judging by the power he sensed within the other man.

Strange, how emotions worked.

Khadgar's touch to his thigh pulled him from his inner musings, and his green eyes flicked to watch the man's hand slide along his skin, up his side to stop at a particular spot he didn't have to look at to know exactly what was there. It marked the place where his ex-Apprentice had ran him through and pierced his heart. It was a memory that he would never forget. He could almost still feel the white hot kiss of steel slide between his ribs. He shivered slightly at the memory. He wasn't expecting Khadgar to bend down and kiss the scar marking that memory though, and he blinked in surprise, his chest constricting with sudden emotion.

Seeing the lopsided, sheepish grin, Medivh reached up and rested a hand on his white haired head. His own eyes held a quiet sadness and understanding. He knew. Even now, he was still grateful for what the Archmage had done so many years ago. He tried to show that by returning the brief kiss to his lips.

He remained still when Khadgar turned to get comfortable, nestling his back into his chest. The Magus shifted as well to aid in the comfort of both of them, holding his arms around the other mage and sliding them around his middle without pinning the other man's arms - leaving him free to move. He could almost taste the silent anxiety in the other man and he gently soothed a palm over the other man's stomach and chest.

"Hush..." He whispered by his ear - the word a mere breath in a soft shh. His beard brushed against Khadgar's skin as he gently kissed his temple and rested his head against his white hair. Hearing his name on Khadgar's lips like that pulled something in him. So many un-named things but potently felt. The Magus held him close and flush against him - his warmth, soft hair, breath and heartbeat a constant presence.

"It is all right..." He soothed softly, his tones very soft. "No need to be anxious. I merely want to tend to your needs." His fingers skirted the muscle of Khadgar's chest - skirting his nipples with the edge of his nails gently, not knowing if they would be as sensitive as a woman's. This was new territory for him.

"Tell me what you want." He murmured. "Tell me how you like it." He wanted to make Khadgar's nerves sing, just as much as his own did.

Khadgar wanted to say something about how he was told to quiet himself before he was told to tell Medivh what he liked, instead, he choked on some air as the nail raked lightly across a nipple. He coughed a few times, catching his breath and closed his eyes to think of what he did alone.

There was no way he was going to ask Medivh to work fingers into him and stroke him off, that was far to much and really, saying that was just opening him up to the idea of actually having the Magus inside of him. He was not asking that, at all. Instead, he took in a deep breath to steady himself and finally decided on what to say to the Master Mage.

"I... I do not think what I like while alone will be very helpful here," he admitted, "Perhaps just trying new methods here would be the best way to handle it."

He allowed himself to move one of his hands to rest against the other's, carefully tapping a digit steadily along the other's wrist while breathing in slowly.

"Surprise me? I will tell you if I don't like it."

Medivh stilled a little at the brief coughing, but then smiled to himself as he wondered if it was because of brushing a nipple. So he did it again lightly as he caressed Khadgar's chest. Just to test the waters. It was honest guesswork at this point. Other than the obvious, aching between the Archmage's legs, he had to experiment with everything else when it came to finding things he liked.

He uttered a considering 'hrrrm' at Khadgar's words. Yes, perhaps new things would be best. As for the rest...he chuckled a little, amused. "Well...I have to be honest, I have very little experience to go by-" and no books to read -"So I ah...will have to wing it." Yes, he so said that. Besides, guessing just added to the fun of it all didn't it? Plus he wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

Eager to see what reactions he'd be able to get out of his ex-apprentice, Medivh nuzzled against the other man's throat, pressing slow, but heated kisses there as he sought nerve and pulse points. He moved along the juncture between neck and shoulder too, all the while caressing his hands with talented expressive fingers along Khadgar's body. He wasn't going straight for his erection yet, wanting to draw this out - though there was a couple of times his hands came real close before moving away. His lips traveled back up again, pressing at one point just beneath Khadgar's ear as his warm breath brushed his skin.

The repeated scrape of a nail across a nipple had him sucking in air, eyes closing and he fought to not embarrass himself by choking on air again. It felt good and he arched his back only slightly to get more of the tingling pleasure.

Then came Medivh's joke and Khadgar laughed, loud and unrestrained, at how ridiculous his master was. It set warmth off in his stomach and he couldn't help but fondly pat one of the wandering hands before settling back down.

Certain strokes left the Archmage shivering, across a hip had him biting his lip, along his stomach made his breath hitch and there was a strangely sensitive spot that left him gasping ad Medivh dragged his fingers across it. It seemed the Magus was going to draw it out and truly learn what made Khadgar become a bliss ed our pile of flesh and bones.

As Medivh kissed the curve of his neck, Khadgar made a soft, but approving sound. Though it was followed by a whine as the lips moved to the next spot between his neck and shoulder while the talented hand with its long fingers danced close enough to his erection that he swore it twitched in anticipation of being touched. Of course, Medivh's hand danced away and drew another keen from him.

When the surprisingly talented - at least Khadgar thought it was, though maybe 'unfair' would be more apt - mouth found itself just below his ear, the white haired man let out a loud, emarrassing noise of want and it had him closing his eyes and fisting his hands together in his brief shame.

Why were they so bloody sensitive? He complained mentally, wishing that he didn't let out such noises so willy-nilly the moment the other decided it was time to tease an ear. Blast it all.

Khadgar's laughing had Medivh grinning. He made a note to try getting the man to do that more often - but understood how difficult it would be while Azeroth faced so many trials and dangers. For now, he'd simply enjoy it.

The Magus was mostly quiet as he allowed his lips and hands to wander as he settled at Khadgar's back comfortably while the man leaned into his chest. Anything that got a positive response, he was happy to repeat - enjoying each shiver, gasp and sound that he received. There was a spot on his side that got a good response, and Medivh was happy to caress that while his other hand rubbed in firmer caresses along his chest - trying to get him to arch again like before.

He kissed the nape of Khadgar's neck with a soft chuckle at the response he had gotten at the kiss just below the ear. It appeared his ex-apprentice had a sensitivity there. While his fingers brushed along a firm thigh and gently brushed nails against it as his fingers curled - he allowed his lips to just barely graze the edge of Khadgar's ear. His warm breath brushed along the skin as well as soft strands of his beard - just to gleefully test the waters.

Khadgar did arch at the repeated motions over a dusty peak, mumbling a soft curse under his breath as he began to squirm under all of the other's exploring touch. It was a lot to feel all at once and he began to feel overwhelmed by the sensations that he was given. So he closed his eyes and focused on his hitched breaths and attempted to stop his half-writhing in Medivh's grip.

By the Light, it was more intense with his eyes closed and he could not keep a louder attempt at the Magus's name that turned into a moan half way through, from erupting out of him. Too much sensation and it worried him. Was he over sensitive because it was Medivh touching him? Was it that his teacher's mouth and hands were utterly relentless in their exploration - that he even suggested the man do - of his body?

He didn't know anymore and he found himself mildly uncaring. At least until Medivh's fingers curled along a thigh and that mouth-- the Archmage mewled. His brows scrunched together and he found the squirming to be renewed, every breath that fanned hot against the shell or the gentle brush of soft facial hair along the edge. Oh yes, Khadgar was already becoming a pretty mess for his mentor.

Struggling to not knock his head back and hurt Medivh, the white haired mage ducked it forward instead. Tucking his chin against his chest and letting out a set of deep breaths as he tried not to hinder the noises he was sure Medivh was enjoying in some form.

Maybe he should've let Medivh take care of him first, so he could've seen how his reactions were affecting the other. That would've been a fantastic sight to behold. Automatically, his hips bucked forward and attempted to get some sort of stimuli from the unrepentant teasing. Khadgar distantly realized that he would be undoubtedly begging for mercy from the mercurial Magus by the end.

Edited 2016-11-10 13:14 (UTC)

Oh, this was turning out to be glorious, and Medivh was able to pay closer attention to every reaction and sound that Khadgar made. The way the other mage groaned out his name made the Magus shiver at his back. If he hadn't of just gotten off, he'd probably be hardening and all ready digging into the other man's hip by now.

When Khadgar tucked his head forward, Medivh simply shifted his own to rest against the side of Khadgar's. In this way the other man could toss his head back if he wished. Shifting further - while still keeping Khadgar's back to him, he moved in such a way where he'd still be able to explore with his hand, and reach Khadgar's mouth with his own.

Feeling pleased with himself, Medivh gently bit at the lobe of the Archmage's ear, tonguing it before slowly moving kisses along his temple and cheekbone. His hands were relentless - and one dipped between the other man's thighs to brush fingernails against the soft skin there...and reach up to cup the soft sack in his palm - rubbing gently without actually grabbing the straining shaft yet. It was really strange, considering this was the first time Medivh was touching another man that wasn't himself.

His beard brushed against Khadgar's skin as he nuzzled closer, seeking his mouth with his own.

Teeth nipped at his ear and Khadgar's whole body went rigid because of it. Back arching out and voice reaching that embarrassingly high octave once more. He mewled softly until the older mage's mouth moved to dot his kisses along his temple and along the sharp curve of his cheek bone. Nails dragged along inside of his thigh as the Archmage felt the Magus's mouth gravitate towards his own.

Too bad Medivh grabbed his balls and started rubbing before he could get to his lips, as his head was thrown back and he whined out loud. Medivh was a bastard, with his perfect hands and over eager exploration of his ex-Apprentice's body. It drove him crazy and Khadgar wasn't sure he'd survive much more, not with that hand rolling the sack in his fingers.

His head was rested against Medivh's shoulder, his lips parted and back not yet come down from its arch. Khadgar was trembling and he felt like he was bathed in fire, the flames licking at his skin and seemed to stay wherever the ex-guardian's hands had been. He whines loudly, squirming a little bit as he fought with himself not to thrust against what ever he could.

The mage's hands twitched and threatened to go right to pleasuring himself unabashedly under Medivh's ministrations. Instead, he pulled a white-knuckled hand from the fabric of the couch and reached behind him to dig his hand through the long, thick salt and pepper hair of the other mage's. He twisted his head enough to bite at the other's jaw, so he could try and urge Medivh to go back to trying to kiss him.

"Nnngh," he sounded, hips stuttering as he squirmed back against the other. "Medivh -- nn -- please."

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.

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