Seeing Khadgar finish at his command sent an indescribable thrill through the Magus - and if he had to be honest with himself, it was probably one of the most incredible and beautiful things he had ever witnessed. As his ex-Apprentice arched with such a lovely noise in his throat, he was lined with arcane light that exploded outwards - his eyes a glowing shade of blue. The specks of light glowed and lit the room - and them as they writhed against the wall.
Medivh's own green eyes were glowing with a hint of violet in both sympathetic reaction to Khadgar's explosion of arcane energy, and also at the slight loss of control in himself at seeing the Archmage undone so. Though the Magus was able to keep it contained with no issue. Unlike his partner.
The Magus was shuddering now, rocking into Khadgar at a quicker desperate pace - so very close now and very nearly mad with the tension that was gripping his body. In the light of Khadgar's magic - he looked almost as insane as those many years ago - hair wild and untamed - his eyes wide. His skin with a sheen of sweat. Except this time, he didn't have horns growing out of his forehead and his beard wasn't on fire.
Then Khadgar had to go and say that.
Medivh let out a choked moan of a noise, tensing as he jerked bodily against the Archmage - writhing as he rode out his orgasm. For once, his mind stayed out of it and he simply experienced. When he finally came down from that incredibly high - he simply sagged against Khadgar with ragged pants - entire body shaking. The archmage was lowered so that his feet touched the floor - but with Medivh leaning against him, his weight would be able to help the both of them stand until they recovered enough to do it themselves.
He dropped his head onto Khadgar's shoulder when he felt the other man tuck his face into his neck. All the Magus could do was gently stroke the other man's damp hair - sweeping it off his forehead and continuing to thread slender fingers through the silver strands. He couldn't even think of a witty comment to flavor the moment - and decided it was probably for the best.
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Medivh's own green eyes were glowing with a hint of violet in both sympathetic reaction to Khadgar's explosion of arcane energy, and also at the slight loss of control in himself at seeing the Archmage undone so. Though the Magus was able to keep it contained with no issue. Unlike his partner.
The Magus was shuddering now, rocking into Khadgar at a quicker desperate pace - so very close now and very nearly mad with the tension that was gripping his body. In the light of Khadgar's magic - he looked almost as insane as those many years ago - hair wild and untamed - his eyes wide. His skin with a sheen of sweat. Except this time, he didn't have horns growing out of his forehead and his beard wasn't on fire.
Then Khadgar had to go and say that.
Medivh let out a choked moan of a noise, tensing as he jerked bodily against the Archmage - writhing as he rode out his orgasm. For once, his mind stayed out of it and he simply experienced. When he finally came down from that incredibly high - he simply sagged against Khadgar with ragged pants - entire body shaking. The archmage was lowered so that his feet touched the floor - but with Medivh leaning against him, his weight would be able to help the both of them stand until they recovered enough to do it themselves.
He dropped his head onto Khadgar's shoulder when he felt the other man tuck his face into his neck. All the Magus could do was gently stroke the other man's damp hair - sweeping it off his forehead and continuing to thread slender fingers through the silver strands. He couldn't even think of a witty comment to flavor the moment - and decided it was probably for the best.