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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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