That certainly just happened, Khadgar's slower mind expressed as his feet tested their strength on standing on their own. It wasn't a bad thing at all, Khadgar thought it was the exact opposite and he was almost dreading the idea that this would be the only time he got to enjoy it. He almost wanted to drag it out longer, allow himself to explore and commit everything else to memory. Who knew how long Medivh would stay, Khadgar didn't know even where he had been before seeing him in the Library of Karazhan. He wasn't ready to completely throw the opportunity to at least get rid of some of the things in his head out before they reached Stormwind and Khadgar would return to being Archmage Khadgar, Leader of the Council of Six.
He was not looking forward to it, not as much as he would have been in any other situation. The Archmage sighed softly, shaking himself free of those ongoing thoughts. They could be focused on in the morning, when the light of day hit him with a new perspective.
Khadgar made catching his breath against Medivh's neck his top priority, and enjoyed the feeling of the other man press his own face against his shoulder. Khadgar slowly smiled, it wasn't an overtly boisterous thing, but it was smug. Oh, he was smug, he had seen the violet glow over taking the green in those short moments before he came. It made him pleased to know he had effected Medivh in such a way, of course it was clearly not to same explosive response that Khadgar had given - but in the younger mage's eyes it was equal if not more potent.
Medivh had the control of a thousand mages, even that little flicker of violent over his striking green eyes was enough to spark an overabundance of pride within the white haired Archmage.
His legs slowly were gaining their strength back and perhaps should've attempted to move them, he didn't. Though he found himself failing to ignore the wetness n his pants and how uncomfortable it was. How long had it been since he did something like that? It had to have been at least two decades.
Softly murmuring an unintelligible sound that perhaps would've been words if he was trying, Khadgar brought his hands to rest one around Medivh's waist and the other to gently pet through the long hair that definitely seemed wilder and so very untamed.
Words were on the tip of his tongue and he could feel them dancing, wanting to free themselves from the tight bondage that Khadgar had previously been keeping hidden away from the world. Instead he bit his tongue and pressed his lips lightly to the curve of Medivh's neck before slowly drawing away to look the Magus directly in his intense green eyes.
Medivh was a marvel, Khadgar had always thought and he didn't think it was ever truer now than ever before.
"We should get out of our pants before they dry," he half whispered, blue eyes glinting in the dying flickers of the lights that Khadgar had conjured, "easier to clean tomorrow if they are not glued to us."
The Mage's lips curled at the ends, those expressive blue hued eyes showing the sweetness that was only driven home by the hushed, almost secretive tone he used.
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He was not looking forward to it, not as much as he would have been in any other situation. The Archmage sighed softly, shaking himself free of those ongoing thoughts. They could be focused on in the morning, when the light of day hit him with a new perspective.
Khadgar made catching his breath against Medivh's neck his top priority, and enjoyed the feeling of the other man press his own face against his shoulder. Khadgar slowly smiled, it wasn't an overtly boisterous thing, but it was smug. Oh, he was smug, he had seen the violet glow over taking the green in those short moments before he came. It made him pleased to know he had effected Medivh in such a way, of course it was clearly not to same explosive response that Khadgar had given - but in the younger mage's eyes it was equal if not more potent.
Medivh had the control of a thousand mages, even that little flicker of violent over his striking green eyes was enough to spark an overabundance of pride within the white haired Archmage.
His legs slowly were gaining their strength back and perhaps should've attempted to move them, he didn't. Though he found himself failing to ignore the wetness n his pants and how uncomfortable it was. How long had it been since he did something like that? It had to have been at least two decades.
Softly murmuring an unintelligible sound that perhaps would've been words if he was trying, Khadgar brought his hands to rest one around Medivh's waist and the other to gently pet through the long hair that definitely seemed wilder and so very untamed.
Words were on the tip of his tongue and he could feel them dancing, wanting to free themselves from the tight bondage that Khadgar had previously been keeping hidden away from the world. Instead he bit his tongue and pressed his lips lightly to the curve of Medivh's neck before slowly drawing away to look the Magus directly in his intense green eyes.
Medivh was a marvel, Khadgar had always thought and he didn't think it was ever truer now than ever before.
"We should get out of our pants before they dry," he half whispered, blue eyes glinting in the dying flickers of the lights that Khadgar had conjured, "easier to clean tomorrow if they are not glued to us."
The Mage's lips curled at the ends, those expressive blue hued eyes showing the sweetness that was only driven home by the hushed, almost secretive tone he used.