At the declaration that Medivh hadn't had that much fun in years, Khadgar couldn't help but laugh. It was a soft, tinkling sounds that barely was anything more than air but it was amused and more than a little exasperated by the mercurial mages pleasure with the act. Oh, it was like watching a child opening a present and then being so incredibly happy with it that he forgot everything for a little while after. He knew not to dismiss the way that his gut was telling him to be aware of the on coming storm that could be brewing under Medivh's skin.
Yes, the Archmage knew he was focusing more on the happiness and unbridled glee that seemed to radiate off of Medivh, but it was not like Khadgar didn't store away the looks that came after or didn't hum pleased at the kiss pressed against his forehead. Oh no, he was definitely putting those expressions and actions into their own boxes to be processed at a later date, it was truly just the verve that the Magus gave off that had him wondering what other turns his life would be taking after that one night in Karazhan.
Guffawing at the brashness of his ex-Master, Khadgar decided it would be better to just strip off and not try not to let any lingering moments of self-consciousness be banished away or well, hidden enough that it would at least appear to be non-existent. A sigh left him and well, the mage decided to just do it and began to draw the white under-shirt over his belly and chest. He tossed it aside once it cleared his arms and scratched his stomach with one hand, while the other thumbed at the waist band of his pants. He could feel the insecurity mounting in the pit of his stomach, because truly, he was old. Older than he should've been, older than Medivh. He closed his eyes to banish the urge to extinguish the drying embers of the firefly-lights and instead just moved to pull the pants off with a rather grossed out noise.
Taking them off felt worse than stewing in it! He balled the pants up briefly to try and wipe up any of the remaining come before it became flaky and stiff on him. At least by minimizing the mess, he could focus on relaxing instead of worrying if he would become glued to the couch should he manage to sleep face down. One very embarrassing memory of doing just that came to mind and well... He rubbed his face furiously to get that now out of his head and banish it with the other unsavory thoughts.
Unlike Medivh's casual shucking of the pants, Khadgar balled them up and set them near his other clothes so they could be found with relative ease. He took a mental count of the room and well, his eyes fell on the book that had been forgotten in the heated moments before and well... The Archmage moved to grab it before heading to settle next to the Magus. He didn't actually flop onto the couch, more gingerly settled himself down while he set the book within reach and stretched his arms high above his head. He made a low noise in the back of his throat, realizing how sore being pressed up against the wall had made his back and his muscles were glad for the stretch.
Snapping his gaze onto Medivh, Khadgar smiled and debated what to say and well... “You lost some control.” What a smug little bastard, the smile turned into a devious grin and oh yes, all that pride came oozing out of him, because yes, yes he did make Medivh lose some of his control and that would be more than enough to keep him tided over until the next time he had a chance to show up the Magus. Competitive Jerk.
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Yes, the Archmage knew he was focusing more on the happiness and unbridled glee that seemed to radiate off of Medivh, but it was not like Khadgar didn't store away the looks that came after or didn't hum pleased at the kiss pressed against his forehead. Oh no, he was definitely putting those expressions and actions into their own boxes to be processed at a later date, it was truly just the verve that the Magus gave off that had him wondering what other turns his life would be taking after that one night in Karazhan.
Guffawing at the brashness of his ex-Master, Khadgar decided it would be better to just strip off and not try not to let any lingering moments of self-consciousness be banished away or well, hidden enough that it would at least appear to be non-existent. A sigh left him and well, the mage decided to just do it and began to draw the white under-shirt over his belly and chest. He tossed it aside once it cleared his arms and scratched his stomach with one hand, while the other thumbed at the waist band of his pants. He could feel the insecurity mounting in the pit of his stomach, because truly, he was old. Older than he should've been, older than Medivh. He closed his eyes to banish the urge to extinguish the drying embers of the firefly-lights and instead just moved to pull the pants off with a rather grossed out noise.
Taking them off felt worse than stewing in it! He balled the pants up briefly to try and wipe up any of the remaining come before it became flaky and stiff on him. At least by minimizing the mess, he could focus on relaxing instead of worrying if he would become glued to the couch should he manage to sleep face down. One very embarrassing memory of doing just that came to mind and well... He rubbed his face furiously to get that now out of his head and banish it with the other unsavory thoughts.
Unlike Medivh's casual shucking of the pants, Khadgar balled them up and set them near his other clothes so they could be found with relative ease. He took a mental count of the room and well, his eyes fell on the book that had been forgotten in the heated moments before and well... The Archmage moved to grab it before heading to settle next to the Magus. He didn't actually flop onto the couch, more gingerly settled himself down while he set the book within reach and stretched his arms high above his head. He made a low noise in the back of his throat, realizing how sore being pressed up against the wall had made his back and his muscles were glad for the stretch.
Snapping his gaze onto Medivh, Khadgar smiled and debated what to say and well... “You lost some control.” What a smug little bastard, the smile turned into a devious grin and oh yes, all that pride came oozing out of him, because yes, yes he did make Medivh lose some of his control and that would be more than enough to keep him tided over until the next time he had a chance to show up the Magus. Competitive Jerk.