Khadgar had gotten lost in his own thoughts while Medivh clutched him tighter. He was attempting to figure out what exactly he could do before Medivh figured it out. But he blinked back to himself as he felt the very clearly half hard erection pressing against him. He fought down the urge to distance himself and apologize and fought back some of the redness that colored his ears at just the fact that he could still feel it there.
He rationalized that it was probably a product of Medivh being touched like this for the first time in a long time, it was what he would chalk his own body's reaction in reponse at least.
Thoughts began to flutter through his head on a simple urge to offer to help him with that, as a friend who knew how annoying it was to get one and it not going away. It would also relax him, he could say to sway him. Khadgar's stomach twisted and it made him almost want to hate himself for sinking to that low of a though.
Medivh whispered his name against his ear, feeling the word more than hearing it. His ears flamed red and forced Khadgar's back go ramrod straight out of no where and then came the gentle teasing of the fact that they should probably move back to the couch. Khadgar assumed it was a reference to the fact that he had suggested they rest in the first place.
Fighting down the urge to tell him that he was quite comfortable where he was, the Archmage murmured his own, "of course," right against the skin of the Magus's neck. His breath had been undoubtedly hot and a small part of him hoped it made Medivh's issue even harder as he did not want to let go in the slightest.
He could be such a child when it came to the elder mage.
Slowly and reluctantly, Khadgar untangled himself from Medivh and was unrepentant in there being more contact than was necessary. His lips perhaps had dragged against skin and his hands had moved to Medivh's hips to push himself off of the others body.
When finally apart with maybe three feet between them, Khadgar finally opened his blue eyes and gave an apologetic and sheepish smile up at him. He didn't open his mouth to utter any such things though he moved to the side and gestured for Medivh to go ahead to the couch.
"I am going to get something to read it may help me settle properly, I'll be brief."
The Archmage didn't wait for a response and took long steps to get out of the room, though he paused briefly and glanced at Atiesh... well, he didn't think he would really need it if the candles had not died down completely. The brief pause was interrupted by a shake of his head as if physically saying he didn't need it and would make due either way and he strode off and back out into the library.
It had been a thinly disguised need to flee and get his mind in order, out of all those wants that had no place at this point in time or any other really. It had been selfish and the Legion was knocking at Azeroth's gates. What sort of mage would he be if he couldn't control himself even a little?
His body was traitorous and really began to ache as he continued through the near darkness to choose a book. What a mess he was. Had he forgotten everything he stood for just from a few touches from the ex-Guardian? Was he still that much of a love sick whelp that he'd take any chance he was given just to be near him? Clearly he was.
Deep blue eyes were stormy and his mouth settled into a thin line as he mentally berated himself before finding a book he had yet to read. With one hand holding the book, the other latched onto a shelf and he curved his back so he could find some sort of peace.
Medivh would be returning to Dalaran with him, he would take the Magus to meet Anduin Llane Wrynn and may even suggest the ex-gaurdian tell the newly crowned king stories about the men he was named after. Things Varian wouldn't be able to have told him or him, really.
The rage began to melt out of him as he thought of how bright Medivh's eyes would be to see the Tram to Ironforge or the new park that had been built to clean up what was left of the attack of Deathwing. Let him meet the Draenei that would be around so he could see that many had survived and joined the Alliance. He would introduce him to the Pandaren representative as well.
Upset and worry flooded out of him like a faucet had been turned on, leaving him ready to return to the elder mage without worrying too much about what had happened. Though, he found his body being still stubborn and resisting to settle, as just the mental image of Medivh's green eyes lighting up at what Stormwind had become seemed to do just as much as the intimate hugging had.
He squinted at the book in the lowlight of the library once more, sighed softly to himself and tucked it under his arm as he moved back towards the small room. He hoped his old master would still be there, he wasn't sure how he'd feel about the situation if he had just left him there with no trace.
Carefully, Khadgar would peek in and wave the book with a small smile just in case Medivh had upped and left.
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He rationalized that it was probably a product of Medivh being touched like this for the first time in a long time, it was what he would chalk his own body's reaction in reponse at least.
Thoughts began to flutter through his head on a simple urge to offer to help him with that, as a friend who knew how annoying it was to get one and it not going away. It would also relax him, he could say to sway him. Khadgar's stomach twisted and it made him almost want to hate himself for sinking to that low of a though.
Medivh whispered his name against his ear, feeling the word more than hearing it. His ears flamed red and forced Khadgar's back go ramrod straight out of no where and then came the gentle teasing of the fact that they should probably move back to the couch. Khadgar assumed it was a reference to the fact that he had suggested they rest in the first place.
Fighting down the urge to tell him that he was quite comfortable where he was, the Archmage murmured his own, "of course," right against the skin of the Magus's neck. His breath had been undoubtedly hot and a small part of him hoped it made Medivh's issue even harder as he did not want to let go in the slightest.
He could be such a child when it came to the elder mage.
Slowly and reluctantly, Khadgar untangled himself from Medivh and was unrepentant in there being more contact than was necessary. His lips perhaps had dragged against skin and his hands had moved to Medivh's hips to push himself off of the others body.
When finally apart with maybe three feet between them, Khadgar finally opened his blue eyes and gave an apologetic and sheepish smile up at him. He didn't open his mouth to utter any such things though he moved to the side and gestured for Medivh to go ahead to the couch.
"I am going to get something to read it may help me settle properly, I'll be brief."
The Archmage didn't wait for a response and took long steps to get out of the room, though he paused briefly and glanced at Atiesh... well, he didn't think he would really need it if the candles had not died down completely. The brief pause was interrupted by a shake of his head as if physically saying he didn't need it and would make due either way and he strode off and back out into the library.
It had been a thinly disguised need to flee and get his mind in order, out of all those wants that had no place at this point in time or any other really. It had been selfish and the Legion was knocking at Azeroth's gates. What sort of mage would he be if he couldn't control himself even a little?
His body was traitorous and really began to ache as he continued through the near darkness to choose a book. What a mess he was. Had he forgotten everything he stood for just from a few touches from the ex-Guardian? Was he still that much of a love sick whelp that he'd take any chance he was given just to be near him? Clearly he was.
Deep blue eyes were stormy and his mouth settled into a thin line as he mentally berated himself before finding a book he had yet to read. With one hand holding the book, the other latched onto a shelf and he curved his back so he could find some sort of peace.
Medivh would be returning to Dalaran with him, he would take the Magus to meet Anduin Llane Wrynn and may even suggest the ex-gaurdian tell the newly crowned king stories about the men he was named after. Things Varian wouldn't be able to have told him or him, really.
The rage began to melt out of him as he thought of how bright Medivh's eyes would be to see the Tram to Ironforge or the new park that had been built to clean up what was left of the attack of Deathwing. Let him meet the Draenei that would be around so he could see that many had survived and joined the Alliance. He would introduce him to the Pandaren representative as well.
Upset and worry flooded out of him like a faucet had been turned on, leaving him ready to return to the elder mage without worrying too much about what had happened. Though, he found his body being still stubborn and resisting to settle, as just the mental image of Medivh's green eyes lighting up at what Stormwind had become seemed to do just as much as the intimate hugging had.
He squinted at the book in the lowlight of the library once more, sighed softly to himself and tucked it under his arm as he moved back towards the small room. He hoped his old master would still be there, he wasn't sure how he'd feel about the situation if he had just left him there with no trace.
Carefully, Khadgar would peek in and wave the book with a small smile just in case Medivh had upped and left.