"That was also my first time with someone else," Khadgar countered, still smug and just a little pleased that he got the Magus to react how he wanted him too. Oh it was definitely a bigger feat that Khadgar had gotten those expressive green eyes to glow violet even if he didn't light up the room like the Archmage had. Perhaps he was just easily pleased and happy he had such an effect upon the ex-Guardian, it was more than he could've ever dreamed of before that night. Not even in his most extensive or vivid fantasies had Medivh lost even an ounce of control. Yet the proof was was there before him and it was his turn to grin like a child who had gotten into the larder to devour every snack he could possibly reach.
"Even that little bit is a feat," the Archmage told Medivh as if it was really that simple. Khadgar was only human and Medivh had been a Guardian with the world on his shoulders and Sargeras on his back when they had met. It wasn't strange for Khadgar to extrapolate that Medivh's control was better than... well, anyone's. Though Medivh was human, just as he was and Khadgar did see the elder mage through a somewhat hero-worship tinted gaze. So perhaps he was just biased, it wouldn't surprise him really.
Khadgar rested his hands on his thighs, shifting his legs to gave his ankle lay on top of a thigh and hands moved to grasp at the calf. He didn't realize his brows had furrowed or that he was staring off into the distance of the room. In fact, to him, all he was doing was mentally taking a check list of things that he could rank next to the pride of knocking the ex-Guardian off kilter enough to have those vivacious green hues flash violet in response. Truly, there were few that he could consider to be on that much of a personal level, as he was quick to throw achievements gained by well, actual work were thrown out the window. They were extensive and incomparable as far as the white haired mage was concerned.
Though he realized that the list of his personal achievements that were in the same vein as the one from moments passed was really... the only one he had that made him happy. He spent his life mourning and wanting the Magus, thinking that no one would truly bother with wanting him. Sure, it had been long ago when it truly bothered him that even if he wanted to try and move passed the Magus.... well, Sargeras's final jab to him was having Medivh drain his youth, effectively taking that away from him. Or at least he thought so.
The years since his rapid aging had been both unkind and extremely generous to him, with the last few being more open to his good fortune than not. He was tall, broad shouldered and absolutely fell into the silver fox category if you asked some of the other Champions (though others would declare that his pretty face wouldn't save him from their wrath for the intense amount of things he needed for their rings and well, nearly killing them and even having to revive a good few with goblin jumper cables).
The point was that Khadgar was blissfully ignorant of how he looked, it hadn't been something he truly cared about in years. Not since he accepted that reciprocated love was not in his cards, at least. Though, now sitting naked next to the dark haired man that had captured his mind so thoroughly, he was more than a bit aware of that he looked more than his 47 years of age. After all, his age had caught up with the curse, buy he was suddenly aware of everything that was.... off. It was like a wound that seemed to inflame itself at the least appropriate moments ever. Usually in moments like these.
Did he blame Medivh for the curse? For making him grow old faster than anyone should have? No, never. The ex-Guardian had not been in control of his actions and if anything, he blamed the demon Sargeras for his current state of being. His hair shouldn't be white, barely hitting the stage of it coloring grey at his temples. But yet, here he was and Khadgar couldn't help but remember how he blew up on Alleria when he had been only twenty-two. He didn't get a choice, he remembered telling her and reminding her that he cared because while he may not have had one, the Elf did.
Khadgar shifted in his spot, turning to glance at the dark haired Magus and let his hardened expression lighten only slightly. Medivh had always been attractive, both in his sharp mind and body. He wasn't envious in the least, though, he couldn't find it in himself to be. Especially not after seeing how beautiful he was coming undone from an orgasm. Even now, as he lounged next to him and attempted to remain nonchalant in face of the fact that Khadgar knew he lost some control after the younger mage has said please. Oh yes, he would latch onto that for a while and perhaps plot -- maybe go through with the urge he had earlier to attempt to take Medivh in his mouth.
"Are we going to be sharing the couch?" Khadgar finally asked, mouth twisting into another deviously charming grin as his eyes twinkled mischievously in the fire light.
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"Even that little bit is a feat," the Archmage told Medivh as if it was really that simple. Khadgar was only human and Medivh had been a Guardian with the world on his shoulders and Sargeras on his back when they had met. It wasn't strange for Khadgar to extrapolate that Medivh's control was better than... well, anyone's. Though Medivh was human, just as he was and Khadgar did see the elder mage through a somewhat hero-worship tinted gaze. So perhaps he was just biased, it wouldn't surprise him really.
Khadgar rested his hands on his thighs, shifting his legs to gave his ankle lay on top of a thigh and hands moved to grasp at the calf. He didn't realize his brows had furrowed or that he was staring off into the distance of the room. In fact, to him, all he was doing was mentally taking a check list of things that he could rank next to the pride of knocking the ex-Guardian off kilter enough to have those vivacious green hues flash violet in response. Truly, there were few that he could consider to be on that much of a personal level, as he was quick to throw achievements gained by well, actual work were thrown out the window. They were extensive and incomparable as far as the white haired mage was concerned.
Though he realized that the list of his personal achievements that were in the same vein as the one from moments passed was really... the only one he had that made him happy. He spent his life mourning and wanting the Magus, thinking that no one would truly bother with wanting him. Sure, it had been long ago when it truly bothered him that even if he wanted to try and move passed the Magus.... well, Sargeras's final jab to him was having Medivh drain his youth, effectively taking that away from him. Or at least he thought so.
The years since his rapid aging had been both unkind and extremely generous to him, with the last few being more open to his good fortune than not. He was tall, broad shouldered and absolutely fell into the silver fox category if you asked some of the other Champions (though others would declare that his pretty face wouldn't save him from their wrath for the intense amount of things he needed for their rings and well, nearly killing them and even having to revive a good few with goblin jumper cables).
The point was that Khadgar was blissfully ignorant of how he looked, it hadn't been something he truly cared about in years. Not since he accepted that reciprocated love was not in his cards, at least. Though, now sitting naked next to the dark haired man that had captured his mind so thoroughly, he was more than a bit aware of that he looked more than his 47 years of age. After all, his age had caught up with the curse, buy he was suddenly aware of everything that was.... off. It was like a wound that seemed to inflame itself at the least appropriate moments ever. Usually in moments like these.
Did he blame Medivh for the curse? For making him grow old faster than anyone should have? No, never. The ex-Guardian had not been in control of his actions and if anything, he blamed the demon Sargeras for his current state of being. His hair shouldn't be white, barely hitting the stage of it coloring grey at his temples. But yet, here he was and Khadgar couldn't help but remember how he blew up on Alleria when he had been only twenty-two. He didn't get a choice, he remembered telling her and reminding her that he cared because while he may not have had one, the Elf did.
Khadgar shifted in his spot, turning to glance at the dark haired Magus and let his hardened expression lighten only slightly. Medivh had always been attractive, both in his sharp mind and body. He wasn't envious in the least, though, he couldn't find it in himself to be. Especially not after seeing how beautiful he was coming undone from an orgasm. Even now, as he lounged next to him and attempted to remain nonchalant in face of the fact that Khadgar knew he lost some control after the younger mage has said please. Oh yes, he would latch onto that for a while and perhaps plot -- maybe go through with the urge he had earlier to attempt to take Medivh in his mouth.
"Are we going to be sharing the couch?" Khadgar finally asked, mouth twisting into another deviously charming grin as his eyes twinkled mischievously in the fire light.