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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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