Medivh felt Khadgar straighten up abruptly when he murmured by his ear almost like he had been jolted. His lips quirked in amusement, but his expression stilled when he felt the Archmage respond, lips brushing against his neck and his breath hot on his skin. The Magus shivered again, mouth in a tense thin line as his skin tingled. That definitely was not making it any easier for his body to settle. Reluctantly, Medivh let Khadgar go, eyes flicking downward for a moment to confirm what he had just felt when Khadgar straightened against him.
It appeared his ex-Apprentice had been affected similarly to him. Well. But that thought quickly got replaced with the distraction of Khadgar's hands moving down to his hips. Lingering before he moved away. He wants this. Medivh realized, heart racing. He was mildly amused at himself - feeling suddenly like he was the teenager that he hadn't been able to be before and not a man in his mid-forties.
When Khadgar met his eyes, he would find Medivh staring at him intently with an almost curiosity. Considering and contemplative. A flush was warming his pale, hawklike features as he licked suddenly dry lips. Before he could do or say anything however, Khadgar quickly ducked from the room, saying that he was going to find a book to settle with. Medivh simply stood, staring at the door - mind working over time and starting to be more aware of the arousal warming his senses and awakening them. Making them heightened.
After weighing his options, situations and possible outcomes, the Magus came to his decision. Once the man committed to one, he tended to throw himself at it wholeheartedly. There was no halfway for the charismatic Medivh.
Quickly, he moved about the small chamber - moving his hands about as he used magic to quickly move any debris on the floor to a corner so as to not cut their feet. His bare feet barely made a whisper on the stone floor. Next, he banked the fire in the brazier - dimming the room to darkness. There was enough light to not be pitch black, but it would hopefully help turn off their overactive minds - helping them feel instead. He found himself wondering if Khadgar was really looking for a book or if he had found a corner to take care of his body's needs. The thought only made his own body get more excited. It had been a long time since he had gotten like this. Feeling warm, the Magus tugged off his sleeveless tunic and waited, sitting in the shadows by the door in just his loose trousers.
The moment Khadgar returned with a book in hand, Medivh waited until he had stepped past the threshold into the darkness and through his wards before he moved. He grabbed the other man with a gentle though firm grip - pulling him deeper into the room. Medivh just hoped that his theorizing was correct, or this was going to get really uncomfortable and fast. If his face was to be glimpsed in the near darkness - his expression was intent and focused with his usual passion when on to something; green eyes glittering in the dark.
Then suddenly they met the wall by the lounge couch - and Medivh pushed Khadgar up against it, pressing his taller frame into the Archmage as he ducked his head to tease the Mage's throat and collarbone with parted lips and the slight brush of beard and teeth. His breath was hot, and shaking slightly as he nuzzled against Khadgar's jaw. His body and a hand partially kept him pinned, while the other expressive hand caressed firmly along the lean torso - grasping a hip tightly before curled finger tips teased along a clothed thigh, slowly heading towards the erection he knew was there.
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It appeared his ex-Apprentice had been affected similarly to him. Well. But that thought quickly got replaced with the distraction of Khadgar's hands moving down to his hips. Lingering before he moved away. He wants this. Medivh realized, heart racing. He was mildly amused at himself - feeling suddenly like he was the teenager that he hadn't been able to be before and not a man in his mid-forties.
When Khadgar met his eyes, he would find Medivh staring at him intently with an almost curiosity. Considering and contemplative. A flush was warming his pale, hawklike features as he licked suddenly dry lips. Before he could do or say anything however, Khadgar quickly ducked from the room, saying that he was going to find a book to settle with. Medivh simply stood, staring at the door - mind working over time and starting to be more aware of the arousal warming his senses and awakening them. Making them heightened.
After weighing his options, situations and possible outcomes, the Magus came to his decision. Once the man committed to one, he tended to throw himself at it wholeheartedly. There was no halfway for the charismatic Medivh.
Quickly, he moved about the small chamber - moving his hands about as he used magic to quickly move any debris on the floor to a corner so as to not cut their feet. His bare feet barely made a whisper on the stone floor. Next, he banked the fire in the brazier - dimming the room to darkness. There was enough light to not be pitch black, but it would hopefully help turn off their overactive minds - helping them feel instead. He found himself wondering if Khadgar was really looking for a book or if he had found a corner to take care of his body's needs. The thought only made his own body get more excited. It had been a long time since he had gotten like this. Feeling warm, the Magus tugged off his sleeveless tunic and waited, sitting in the shadows by the door in just his loose trousers.
The moment Khadgar returned with a book in hand, Medivh waited until he had stepped past the threshold into the darkness and through his wards before he moved. He grabbed the other man with a gentle though firm grip - pulling him deeper into the room. Medivh just hoped that his theorizing was correct, or this was going to get really uncomfortable and fast. If his face was to be glimpsed in the near darkness - his expression was intent and focused with his usual passion when on to something; green eyes glittering in the dark.
Then suddenly they met the wall by the lounge couch - and Medivh pushed Khadgar up against it, pressing his taller frame into the Archmage as he ducked his head to tease the Mage's throat and collarbone with parted lips and the slight brush of beard and teeth. His breath was hot, and shaking slightly as he nuzzled against Khadgar's jaw. His body and a hand partially kept him pinned, while the other expressive hand caressed firmly along the lean torso - grasping a hip tightly before curled finger tips teased along a clothed thigh, slowly heading towards the erection he knew was there.