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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.

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.

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?"

Being stopped made the white haired male give a disapproving sound, though he straightened as Medivh told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to tell him what he wanted. His cheeks finally colored, ears burning red as he stared straight across the room. Without the pleasure making his nerves jump, it was easier for him to pay attention to how his breath was unsteady and the whispers of sound that came out if he moved even just a little bit.

It didn't help that every breath the master mage took fanned hot against his ear, either. He gnawed on his bottom lip relentlessly, forcing his embarrassment and urges to curl up and finish this all himself down.

"I--" his voice was hoarse from the amount of noises he had been making, so he coughed to clear his throat and try again. "I cannot take much more teasing." His tone dropped to a whisper, a little ashamed of how needy he came off from his admission. "Just-- please, touch me."

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."

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.

Medivh didn't move at first, allowing Khadgar to adjust to the new contact and simply supporting the other man from behind in his hold as he scrabbled for purchase on the couch. The Magus could feel the full body shiver moving through the other man...and he couldn't help but smile with clear pleasure. However he was still concerned somewhat too. There was something underlying all this that he couldn't put his finger on. So he simply did what he could to try and soothe.

It was kind of hard to kiss from this position, but Medivh tucked his head forward in his effort to oblige, shifting enough to brush his lips to Khadgar's own. The whining plea was enough to send a shiver of arousal to move through him, but he focused entirely on the man in his arms. He felt the hips roll beneath his hand, thrusting the straining erection into his hand - and he obligingly tightened his grip as he started to massage it with expert fingers. He didn't pick up speed yet - wanting to draw this out somewhat. But he was ready to grab the cloth he had tucked next to them if needed.

"Khadgar...It's all right." He whispered wanting to soothe, feeling lips and panting breath brushing at his skin. "I have you."

The awkward press of their lips as well as the reassurance that Medivh indeed have him did wonders to help soothe the Archmage enough to smile shakily and crack an eye open to glance towards Medivh. "You do seem to have everything, ahhh-- well in hand," he managed to get out with only minimal tremors in his voice, but he was grinning finally and pleasure furrowed brows released their tension just enough to lift a fraction in a strained bounce of the thick white.

It was short lived as the Archmage found himself shuddering and throwing his head back against Medivh's shoulder once more as he swore electricity was jumping through every muscle. A slow, staggered moan escaped, though was chased by a pleased gasp and his hips stuttered to a stop as a sharp breath had him reaching down to stop Medivh with a careful hand on his wrist. It was a form grip, but it was enough he hoped.

"M-Medivh stop." He hoped the other would understand that it was not a way to get out of making a bigger fool of himself, but to rearrange himself. He was careful with removing the others hand from his length and carefully squirmed to rest facing Medivh. Much better, he thought, though he knew he needed to say something to the Magus.

"I wanted to face you," he murmured suddenly, letting his mouth glide against the whiskered chin as he lead the other's hand back to his straining erection. "The angle will be a little awkward, my apologies..."

The wisecrack caught the Magus by surprise, and he threw back his head in sudden peals of laughter - his rich voice filling the space. Laughing was something he didn't do often. Leave it to Khadgar to make him laugh in the midst of an intimate encounter. The outburst wasn't overly long, but it was intense enough to cause tears of mirth to spring to his eyes.

"You really did take after me, didn't you?" He said finally, once he could find his voice again. As punishment or reward (he would let Khadgar decide), his hand started moving on his dick in earnest - gleefully enjoying the other mage's reaction to his touch. That sound he made was simply marvelous.

However, all movement stopped at the sudden wrist grab - and Medivh tensed in immediate concern, his grip loosening. "Khadgar? What's wrong?" He asked as the other man moved his hand away and started moving. He looked up at the Archmage with a querilous but obviously concerned expression when he turned himself around. He actually felt relief at the other man's words, glad that he didn't do anything displeasing.

Before he could respond, Khadgar nuzzling into the point of his beard made him lean his head back with a shiver. "No need to apologize." He uttered with a sigh, shifting slightly to make himself comfortable beneath Khadgar as his grip wrapped around the other man with a gentle squeeze. "I was merely concerned that I caused some sort of discomfort."

The brief peals of laughter that filled the air at his pun had shivers rolling up his spine and beaming at a job well done. When was the last time he felt so proud over something so trivial? Years, probably. Making Medivh laugh was perhaps something he's never particularly managed beyond a few puffs of amusement, so the pride clung to the insides of his chest and refused to let go.

However, the confusion and concern made the warmth twist and almost become a stone in the pit of his stomach. He was glad for having the idea to explain himself as he almost choked when Medivh suggested that he was doing something wrong. Light no, Khadgar was happier than he could ever remember being - though his mind could honestly claim to being senile for shits and giggles.

"No," he breathes as Medivh's hand closes around his cock once more, "you're doing more than well." He bit his bottom lip before finding his mouth close enough to Medivh's neck to nip and kiss it. More importantly, smother his noises so Medivh could feel it more than hear it. "Are you sure you've never done this before," he adds jokingly, though banishes the next few thoughts that came to mind after the words left his mouth. There was no place for the idea of jealousy over someone else having received this before him and that was all to be said on that.

Medivh felt both relief and pleasure that the pause was simply so that Khadgar could change position. Honestly, this situation was strange enough. The Magus was simply content to roll with it and see what happened. Not that he wasn't enjoying himself or anything. He sucked in a small breath at the lips on his neck. He had liked the idea of curling into Khadgar from behind, but perhaps this new position wasn't so bad after all.

Khadgar's question caused his hand to pause as he uttered a muffled, but amused snort of amusement. "On myself surely..." Not in a long time though. His hand resumed moving on the other man's straining cock as before. "Ah..but no." He added quieter. There was no one else. Being a Guardian, and now an eternal - was a very lonely life. "I have not touched another man - so this is rather new to me."

Khadgar paused, barely containing the shudder that roves over him and laughs quietly against Medivh's neck. He patted the other's chest softly, before he tied to speak. "Medivh, that was a rhetorical question," he paused to moan, back arching and voice stuttering back into a low chortle, "a rhetorical joke, perhaps. Maybe a-- nngh, a compliment on your current skill with it." He was as careful as he could be -- with pleasure striking his nerves and making him sing it out for Medivh, in making sure his tone wasn't admonishing. Though, perhaps he was more in a place in his life where it would be received better than if he had been seventeen....

None of that really mattered, not with Medivh stroking him surely, like he had honestly done this casually for anyone who dared ask. Not that he thought Medivh would --

He shakes his head, whimpering against the scar that ran around his ex-mentor's neck and felt himself relax finally. He wasn't as anxious as he had been prior to the horrible pun and it showed, he trusted Medivh to take care of him and get him to where they needed to go.

"Light," he gasps, lashes fluttering against Medivh's neck, "a, hnn, a tighter grip if you would?"

Medivh snorted when Khadgar said it was a rhetorical question. "I knew that." He huffed. "I chose to answer anyway." Oh, he knew Khadgar wasn't being admonishing - it was hard to be anyway while moaning so delightfully. The Magus was simply playing along. Khadgar would be able to see the glint of humor in the green eyes if he chose to look.

He settled into a rhythm, but made sure that he kept Khadgar guessing on whether he'd go fast or slow. He was enjoying the Archmage's reactions too much. Maybe a little too much.. he noted, recognizing his own body's tired arousal. We need to get to sleep at some point this evening...

Khadgar's request drew Medivh from his thoughts, and he obliged - tightening his grip and adding a twisting motion now and again to add to the sensation. His free arm had drew around the other mage to keep him close while he tended to him.

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