Hearing the high, near whimper from Medivh after he had needily said his name against his lips drove a shiver up Khadgar's spine. He wanted to burn that sound into his memory and never let it go. He wanted it recorded so he could play it whenever he wanted. The Magus drove him insane in such a wonderful way.
Medivh matched the slowed, wanting kiss and did seem to enjoy each and every noise Khadgar made. Khadgar's blue eyes became all the more bright as the arcane began to swirl and manifest without his knowledge or consent. It was fluctuating in its intensity and matched the pleasurable grinds of Medivh's hips. He was obviously getting lost in the unsteady rythym that he other mage had started and it stroked the fire in the bit of his stomach far more than the desperate pace before.
Hell, it wasn't until Medivh murmured a praise that realized exactly how close he was.
Then came the order.
Khadgar felt like he had been punched in the gut,when he was told to come. It was hard to breathe and the younger mage had not been prepared for how it effected him to hear his name in that gruff tenor, ordering him to do something insane like come on demand. Yet, here he was, arching his back and letting out a strangled groan as he came.
His eyes were filled with the glow of magic, and the arcane magic that had been building released as he did. It left the room basking in the glow what had to be hundreds of little firefly-like lights and him gasping for air from the force of it.
Orgasm by himself had never been so intense, this had been nearly too much and very glad it was an harmless spell this time. His impossibly blue eyes looked tiredly into Medivh's eyes from under heavy lashes and ignored the sweat slicked hair caking itself to his forehead.
The Archmage had no idea if he would ever feel something that intense again, if anything he could do to himself would ever match the ferocity of the storm that was the Magus Medivh. Medivh may have very well ruined him and the pleasantly quiet mind he had told him it may not be a bad thing.
He was beginning to get over-sensitive, but ignored it in favour of working that much harder to drive the ex-Guardian off of the same edge as him. His breathe hitched as he ground his hips back against the others and softly murmured-moaned, "Medivh, please ," as if there was no other way to plead with the mage to fall off that ledge and join him down in the waters of post-coital bliss.
Through it, Khadgar realized neither of them had gotten their pants off and he, himself hadn't even managed to rid himself of the white under-shirt he had been wearing. He would have to find somewhere to clean everything before they could leave the tower and set foot in Stormwind. Perhaps find a place to properly rinse himself while they were there, he was sure a room at the Inn in the Dwarven District would be discreet enough for him to shower before they set foot in Dalaran.
It seemed his mind was returning to him, slowly but surely, but he still found himself pleasantly relaxed. More than he could claim himself to have ever truly been before, really. But, the Archmage took the chance to tuck his face against Medivh's neck affectionately and just rest there, smearing the sweat that covered his forehead right into the crook.
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Medivh matched the slowed, wanting kiss and did seem to enjoy each and every noise Khadgar made. Khadgar's blue eyes became all the more bright as the arcane began to swirl and manifest without his knowledge or consent. It was fluctuating in its intensity and matched the pleasurable grinds of Medivh's hips. He was obviously getting lost in the unsteady rythym that he other mage had started and it stroked the fire in the bit of his stomach far more than the desperate pace before.
Hell, it wasn't until Medivh murmured a praise that realized exactly how close he was.
Then came the order.
Khadgar felt like he had been punched in the gut,when he was told to come. It was hard to breathe and the younger mage had not been prepared for how it effected him to hear his name in that gruff tenor, ordering him to do something insane like come on demand. Yet, here he was, arching his back and letting out a strangled groan as he came.
His eyes were filled with the glow of magic, and the arcane magic that had been building released as he did. It left the room basking in the glow what had to be hundreds of little firefly-like lights and him gasping for air from the force of it.
Orgasm by himself had never been so intense, this had been nearly too much and very glad it was an harmless spell this time. His impossibly blue eyes looked tiredly into Medivh's eyes from under heavy lashes and ignored the sweat slicked hair caking itself to his forehead.
The Archmage had no idea if he would ever feel something that intense again, if anything he could do to himself would ever match the ferocity of the storm that was the Magus Medivh. Medivh may have very well ruined him and the pleasantly quiet mind he had told him it may not be a bad thing.
He was beginning to get over-sensitive, but ignored it in favour of working that much harder to drive the ex-Guardian off of the same edge as him. His breathe hitched as he ground his hips back against the others and softly murmured-moaned, "Medivh, please ," as if there was no other way to plead with the mage to fall off that ledge and join him down in the waters of post-coital bliss.
Through it, Khadgar realized neither of them had gotten their pants off and he, himself hadn't even managed to rid himself of the white under-shirt he had been wearing. He would have to find somewhere to clean everything before they could leave the tower and set foot in Stormwind. Perhaps find a place to properly rinse himself while they were there, he was sure a room at the Inn in the Dwarven District would be discreet enough for him to shower before they set foot in Dalaran.
It seemed his mind was returning to him, slowly but surely, but he still found himself pleasantly relaxed. More than he could claim himself to have ever truly been before, really. But, the Archmage took the chance to tuck his face against Medivh's neck affectionately and just rest there, smearing the sweat that covered his forehead right into the crook.