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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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