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He was going to end up overwhelmed by the sensations that Medivh gave him with each of his actions. The sounds, feel, taste... Oh, he was going to be lost in the feelings even after everything was over and done with. Khadgar couldn't help but not care about the consequences of his actions right then. But later... he would undoubtedly have some conflicting feelings on it.

His free hand snuck around to place itself flat against the Magus's stomach, slowly sliding it down to tease along the edge of his pant line, some time letting a finger just dip under the band to tease the other man. In truth, the younger man was a little unsure of moving to far without confirmation but he held that away and thoight about the fact that he was even doing this with Medivh at all.

Releasing the strands within his grasp, Khadgar took his chance to bite down properly on the side of his neck and only pulled back to see if he had made the mark he wanted. Oh, he was smug when he realized he had left a good few of them, but the newest one would definitely be there the longest.

If tonight was truly the night of him doing this, we'll there was something he wanted to try. He wondered how Medivh's erection would feel in his hand and mouth. He licked his bottom lip with a quick swipe of his mouth before smiling at Medivh in a self satisfied way.

It was then he realized he wasn't sure how to proceed that while acting on urges worked, he would have to fight back his brain from trying to remember every little thing that Medivh liked and didn't like.

The hand that had previously been entangled in the ex-Guardian's hair had brushed the soft locks aside and cupped his hand over the back of Medivh's neck. Slowly, he drew Medivh back in, got so close to kissing him. His lips barely brushing over the taller's and then he dodged away much like Medivh hand and nuzzled up under the others bearded chin.

That devious hand however, teased his finger tips just under the edge of his pants one last time and moved to instead hesitantly press over the others bulge with the clever hand. He squeezed lightly, mind slightly boggling over the size because oh, wow his imagination was wrong. Maybe it was just the fact that it was the real thing and not another conjured fantasy that made him think that he had been so pleasantly wrong about it and this, well this was definitely better.

Well it appeared that his ex-Apprentice still did learn very quickly. Good. At the teasing touches at the waistline of his pants, Medivh uttered another soft chuckle as he rolled his hips slightly into the other man. The feel of Khadgar's hand against his bare skin was wonderful though - and he wanted more of it. All over. Not just in the obvious place.

"Uhnn..." Came the unbidden sound from his throat when Khadgar both let his hair go and bit down on the side of his neck. No doubt, he added a mark to add to the collection he all ready had. His eyes were shut when the Archmage had pulled away, so he didn't see that expression. Before he could mentally regroup, he felt just the barest brush of their noses as Khadgar leaned in, and the Magus sucked in a breath, knowing his lips were right there. The touches to his neck and hair were wonderful and he stilled a moment when Khadgar did the same teasing trick he did earlier, moving away and nuzzling under his chin. The little.... Well! We'll see about that Apprentice.

The hand that had now gripped his hard on through his pants only made him more determined to show just who was the one with more experience here (though to be honest, Khadgar was surprising him and delightfully so). The Magus shivered as he rolled in a subtle sinuous movement into that hand. He would have to be careful though because he would probably not last long if the other man kept that up. Time for a distraction!

Shoving him a little harder into the wall, Medivh's hand slid down Khadgar's chest before snaking back up again - holding his throat to keep the other man in place. No, he was not adding pressure to affect the other man's breathing - nor was he using his nails. The touch was firm, but obviously careful. The action was rather spontaneous since the Archmage didn't have as much hair to grab as he did. Medivh used this brief surprise to dive in for a heated kiss. This time there was no teasing.

Unpracticed though he may be - getting kissed by Medivh was much like the Master Mage himself. Unpredictable, mercurial, very powerful and far from subtle. Tender and sensual one moment, and suddenly rough the next as his teeth nibbled and pinched gently. And apparently he was just as talented with his tongue as he was using it to scathe verbally with sharp wit.

Khadgar couldn't help but smirk while Medivh had been surprised for those few seconds and perhaps that was why he didn't see Medivh shoving him back against the wall. The sound he let out was brief and there had been a moment where he wondered if he had done something wrong an upset the Magus as his hand curled around his throat.

It wasn't uncomfortable, nor was the fast hawk-like precision in which Medivh moved to strike hard. Khadgar would not admit to the sound that he made to Medivh kissing him. It was soft, surprised and needy as Khadgar attempted to gain his foot hold in this action. Fast and hard, slow and probing, it was making Khadgar's head spin and he whined as he thumped his head against the wall to draw back for air.

That would show his lack of experience, he thought as he panted open mouthed and flicked his tongue over his lips. His eyelids were drooped and those bright blue eyes had a dazed glaze over his eyes as he focused on what he thought of that. Medivh kissed how he lived, going from whatever mood he pleased and dominating the things he touched. Oh, it wasn't an unkind domination unless you were so unlucky to be on his bad-side, but it was still him forcing the other person to submit.

Khadgar was well and truly screwed, he realized as his eyes fell back on Medivh's mouth. He debated on how to draw him back in and remind Medivh that he would always be a quick study and oh so eager to learn. The hand cupping the back of the older man's neck drew the other back in and he slowly, tentatively kissed him back.

It was nothing like how Medivh's kiss went in so much as it was painfully slow and studious learning what he could just from trying new things. His teeth grazed over the Magus's bottom lip, followed by a tongue and well... he took the chance to suck on it a little bit while he learnt. No one could not say that even in this situation that Khadgar was not thorough.

Oh the sounds Khadgar was making was delicious. Medivh couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to see what he could do to pull more noises out of the Archmage. He was all ready aroused beyond belief by the challenge, the vocal responses on top of everything else just made it even sweeter.

Their breaths mingled in the dark when Khadgar's head fell away and thumped lightly on the wall with that exquisite whimper. The Magus' eyes glinted in the dark as he grinned toothily at him, keeping his hold on the other man's throat. His lips still tingled from Khadgar's mouth. And he wanted more of it.

It appeared his ex-Apprentice wanted the same thing, because the hand around the back of his neck drew him closer so that they could connect again. Medivh allowed him to take control of the kiss for the moment, though he kept his hand on the other man's throat as a 'reminder'. He hummed a soft sound of approval in his throat as he absorbed himself in the slower, more probing kiss - the only other sounds being their parted lips joining in the dark. The Magus could feel Khadgar's pulse raging against his palm - matching the frenetic cadence of his own heart. He rather enjoyed those touches of teeth and tongue - and at one point, took over the kiss without changing the pace - just so he could suckle on the Archmage's tongue with a low sound of want.

This experiment was turning out better than he had imagined. He was more than pleased that he guessed Khadgar's needs correctly. They both needed this. He broke the kiss, happy to nuzzle along the other man's jaw with agonizing slowness and relishing the panting of the other man beneath him. He finally made it to an ear, drawing a lobe into his mouth and biting down gently but firmly with his teeth - soothing it with his tongue after to dull the pain. His hand on Khadgar's throat pushed his chin up, with the same gentle firmness as before as he explored and took his time.

With his hands and mouth being so occupied - an idea struck him - and he acted on it without much thought. With a quick movement - he kept Khadgar pinned while he briefly reached down and grabbed the man's hips - hefting him bodily up the wall so that they were better aligned for him to grind his throbbing arousal into the other. Medivh could be surprisingly strong when he wanted to be. Oh...Yes.... Yes perfect. He rolled hard again with almost a feral noise in his throat - breath and mouth hot on the Archmage's ear.

When Medivh had broke the second kiss, Khadgar had made another soft disapproving sound as he was nuzzled. Though he enjoyed it, oh he definitely wanted to let him continue to do what he liked at least until... he felt the bastard's teeth clamp onto his earlobe, only to soothe any pain away with the wet glide of his tongue. The sound that the Archmage gave was an almost tortured groan, hips jerking forward without his permission.

He flushed even more, snapping his mouth shut and was glad the hand on his throat kept his head tilted up as he thought it was easier to swallow the noises back.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was Medivh picking him up and aligning their groins and rocking against him unrepentantly. That-- He had never felt anything quite like that and it punched another groan out if him. It was desperate and had Khadgar's hands flying to Medivh's shoulders. His fingertips and nails dug into the muscles, unsure if he should push him away or draw him closer.

He tested the waters himself taking the chance to roll his own hips against the Magus's, biting back the noise that half formed and gripped the muscled shoulders that much tighter.

Khadgar wanted to lean in, to bite at Medivh's neck again and grapple for a little more of control, but the feral glint in the dark haired mage's eyes told him that he was dealing with a force of nature he hadn't learnt to control. He doubted there was anyone who could truly control Medivh, even Sargeras had moments where the mercurial mage slipped through and gleaned a small bit of control back.

Panting open with his mouth open, Khadgar saw the brief chance at gathering some control back and shifted so he could drag his teeth and tongue over the unmarked side of the mage's throat. Of course, it would've just been easier if he let Medivh have the control he wanted with no challenge, but Khadgar was never one to just sit around and not question the ex-Guardian in some form.

At that tortured groan of a sound Khadgar made, Medivh actually twitched bodily against the other man with a soft echo of a sound. That, and the accompanying jerk of the Archmage's hips into his was almost enough to undo him completely. He wanted to tell his ex-Apprentice that there was no need to suppress any noise...but he didn't want to mar the heat of the moment with words.

The moment Khadgar made another delicious sound and grabbed his shoulders - the Magus uttered a strangled grunt of pleasure against his ear, unable to resist hissing a soft 'yesss..' on a shaking exhale. He could feel Khadgar's nails dig into his skin with every roll of his hips and it was amazing. Every movement caused a jolt of sensation to jangle his nerves and it was almost enough for the Magus to nearly lose his mind with lust.

He refrained from truly succumbing for various reasons, however he still shuddered and uttered a soft sound of need when he felt those hips rock into him again. Keeping Khadgar pinned, he used his weight to keep the man in place while he reached down with both hands, finding that the position worked better if he supported the man under the hips, hefting him in his grip. In this way, he was able to grind with more force. Oh they were probably going to both be bruised after this, but it was going to be so damned worth it.

The sudden feel of teeth and tongue along his sensitive throat drew a heated growl from the Magus, more vibration than actual sound. He gripped the man's hips and rocked hard mercilessly tucking his head in to lick along the edge of Khadgar's ear, drawing the edge of the lobe in his mouth to suck. He had noticed how the other man reacted the first time and wanted to get it again.

Khadgar's reaction to being properly hefted up and the harder pressure against his groin was a much louder groan-growl against the Magus's neck. Then came the hot mouth teasing his ear and Khadgar's voice raised an almost embarrassing octave that he would definitely never admit to anyone, preferably ever. He was fast to snap his teeth down on his tongue, though he was unable to completely stifle how his breaths hitched and some had a twinge of a whine on them.

Oh, he was definitely not going to last if Medivh kept his relentless assault of his mouth and hips up and the thought very nearly mortified the Archmage. He pried one hand away from Medivh's shoulder to snake up through his ex-master's hair from the short hairs of his neck and up, gasping as he yanked Medivh away from his ear to kiss the man hard.

Yes, much better, Khadgar thought, rolling his hips hard and meeting the other's thrusts half way. God, it was fantastic and he could see sparks of blue magic lighting behind his eyelids just telling him how close he was already.

"Medivh," the apprentice mumble-moaned against the Magus's lips and let a breath catch then turn into a breathy whimper. Oh, he was not going to last much longer at all and it drove Khadgar to grind back all that much more, chasing his own pleasure in an almost greedy fashion. He was allowed this, wasn't he? He didn't think he'd ever get a chance like this, but here he was. Some part of him wondered if once would ever be enough for him. If this wouldn't just make him want it more

It would have to be, he knew it would, because there was no chance that Medivh would stay after the Legion was defeated or at least pushed back for Azeroth to prepare all over again. The sudden burst of emotion that filled him, had him kissing Medivh much slower, his hips coming to a stop. It was a thorough one, learning and committing every thing he could of how the Magus's mouth tasted and felt. He catalogued everything he could and allowed himself to indulge Medivh with the noises he seemed keen to draw out of him.

Some were high and breathy, others were low and keening, there were some that were just simple whimpers of pleasure and always groans that erupted out of Khadgar out of no where. Undoubtedly, some would've been surprised at how vocal the mage was when he was taking pleasure. One could only guess who loud he let himself be when he was alone.

Medivh grinned fiercely against Khadgar's ear at that reaction. He'll definitely never forget how high his voice got when he sucked on his ear....so he did it again with a throaty chuckle. Khadgar was absolutely stunning in this light and Medivh just lapped it up.

His smug thoughts were snapped back to reality though the moment he felt Khadgar's hand snake up along the back of his neck and into his hair. He grunted when his head was yanked back from the other man's ear, but the grin he flashed at the Archmage in the dark was definitely shameless. It was soon smothered by a hard kiss - which the Magus returned with his usual passion. He rewarded his ex-apprentice by squeezing the curve of his behind in the firm grip of his hands, especially since the other mage had started to really rock into his own hips. His lean muscle quivered under Khadgar's hands - so near the breaking point himself.

Hearing his name moaned like that against his mouth, caused Medivh to jerk with an almost needy, high breathy sound - as close to a whimper as he ever got. He almost came just from that alone. He could tell by Khadgar's pace that he was nearing the brink as well - if that whimper wasn't any indication.

Then suddenly Khadgar's pace changed. To a slower more....savoring one. At first Medivh paused, trying to gauge the other man's comfort level or at least what he was wanting. These actions were more tender than lustful...almost as if the other man wanted to draw it out. Medivh somehow understood - and matched his pace, eager to please. His kisses became more gentle - wanting and sensual. A gentle suck there...a touch of a tongue here. Perhaps a nibble on a lip. Ah...there was those beautiful sounds again - Medivh uttered an approving sigh against Khadgar's mouth. He still kept up the firm rolling motion of his hips - but he had slowed considerably, making his rhythm uneven and unpredictable - the movement becoming more sinuous and not as rough.

"Mm...good." He found himself murmuring against the Archmage's mouth, drawing his lower lip between his own to suck languidly. "Finish for me young trust. I wish to see you undone..." His whispered tones were on an uneven hitching sigh - voice soft and almost husky with need. He punctuated his request by a firmer rock against the other man - shuddering. He was so close he couldn't stand it.

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.

Edited 2016-10-01 13:53 (UTC)

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.

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.

Medivh didn't know how long they stood against the wall like that, simply recovering and enjoying the afterglow of what had occurred between them. The light from that arcane burst was fading and the only sound was their breathing as they worked on catching their breaths. Medivh was still quivering from the release of tension. He couldn't help but sigh a soft content sound as he felt Khadgar's arm slide around his waist and his other hand stroke along his hair.

He honestly wasn't used to this. At all. But as he stood there, contemplating everything - he came to the conclusion that he liked it. There was going to be a lot to think about in the near future. There was a lot to process.

Khadgar was moving now - and Medivh could feel a gentle kiss against his neck before they shifted to meet gazes; green meeting blue. Medivh's expression was quiet, considering...maybe a little dazed. He simply studied Khadgar, absorbing every detail with utmost focus like he was seeing him for the first time.

The softly murmured words snapped him out of it, and the Magus blinked before nodding and then looked down between them as if just noticing what Khadgar was talking about.

"Oh." He said simply. "I suppose we did make quite a mess didn't we?" He added - his lips quirking into an almost cheeky grin and a twinkle in his green eyes. It pleased him to see Khadgar smile like that. He huffed a sighed "Haah..." still a little breathless. "I haven't had that much fun in years." He said, still grinning. He'd spent most of his life being celibate. This just about blew his mind! It was just made even more special by the fact it was with someone he cared about.

He shifted a hand to rest it on Khadgar's cheek - his grin turning softening into something more fond before he leaned in and pressed a gentle and brief kiss to the Archmage's forehead. "Now we can get comfortable..." He chuckled, turning and moving away from the wall before walking a little unsteadily over to the couch. There, he promptly shucked off the soiled pants and left them on the stone floor before flopping wearily onto the cushions.

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.

Just like Khadgar thought Medivh's glee was contagious, Medivh thought that Khadgar's laughter was catching. The Magus's shoulders shook with laughter as he made himself comfortable after cleaning himself off; reaching down for his discarded pants to use. They would definitely have to figure out a way to clean their garments before heading out in public. At the moment though, he just felt so light-headed and giddy. He wasn't used to such happy and content feelings. Not ones like this where it just felt like the whole body was filled with it.

Though Medivh was occupied, he didn't miss the hesitation before Khadgar removed the rest of his clothing. Not wanting to make the other man uncomfortable by trying to get a better look in the dimming light - Medivh simply drew his eyes away to help give his companion his dignity. Khadgar honestly had nothing to worry about. Not in Medivh's eyes at least. There was still some times where the Magus saw glimpses of the youth of so many years ago.

He shifted over a little to give Khadgar more room when the other picked up his book and came over to the lounge couch. Due to the lights that were almost out, Medivh waved a hand at the banked fire in the brazier, getting it going again to create a soft warm glow. Okay...and this time he had to get a look at Khadgar when the other man stretched. He liked what he saw. However his expression changed to an almost nonchalant look at the Archmage's comment and a dark almost elegant brow raised slightly. The cheeky little shit.

"Oh?" He tossed his long hair back and gave a rolling shrug. "At least I did not light up the whole room with an arcane blast." He drawled casually.

"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.

Hrm...point taken. Still. Medivh hadn't been sexually active at all for most of his life and he definitely hadn't had any action in decades. So he supposed they were on even ground. He decided not to argue or tease and figured Khadgar was allowed this little victory. Besides, it would give him the perfect excuse to eventually get some payback. But...the other question was...what had just happened between them? Was this a one time thing - just to relieve the pressure of such a potent reunion or was it something else? It was still so overwhelming for the Magus, even he wasn't sure. But even he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed what they had experienced.

Smirking slightly at Khadgar's grin - the Magus settled back on the cushion's with a sigh. Their activities had left him quite tired, and he knew that once he closed his eyes it wouldn't take long for him to find some rest. All he could do was hope that it wouldn't be marred by horrible visions. He honestly marveled that he wasn't uncomfortable or feeling awkward at the fact he was sitting naked with his ex-Apprentice. He chalked it up to the years they had between them and that bond of trust. He was also within the walls of Karazhan - his sanctum. Here, he was constantly surrounded by the thrum of magic both within and without as the leylines hummed like an eternal song. Some people might be creeped out by the place, but not the Magus. This was his home, and always would be. Even in its current condition.

His eyes shut, and though he was drowsy, he found himself watching Khadgar through long dark lashes. The other mage was clearly preoccupied with his thoughts. The Magus let him be with them for now as he allowed his body to relax - hovering in that place between sleep and awake as the magical thrumming 'song' of his home lulled him. There was a long pause, where he wasn't sure how much time had passed - but when he again looked through his lashes, he saw Khadgar sitting poised in the same spot. Thinking deeply. Medivh was about to call him out on it when the Archmage turned his head to look at him. He kept his eyes mostly shut, but he didn't miss the softened expression. He looked quite comfortable, stretched out on his back with one of his legs dangling over the side of the couch. He was propped up on the cushioned and high arm of the lounge, and his dark hair pooled behind his head.

"Hmm?" He asked, eyes opening at the question. He let out a scoff. "Well you definitely are not going to be sleeping on the floor." He said with a wave a hand. "Get comfortable and get some rest. There's plenty of room." He stretched with another content sigh. "It's been a while since I've been this relaxed. I may even nap for another 20 years ehh...heheheh." He couldn't help but joke - which was chased by a surprisingly youthful laugh - not quite a giggle or a chortle, but amusing nonetheless. He finished with another 'haaah' of a sigh, teeth flashing with a quick grin in the dim light.

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When he had that yes, he was expected to share the couch confirmed for him and then had his hackles raised by such a joke about Medivh's 'naps'... Well, the Archmage's expression slightly hardened once more.

He hadn't even liked the one that only took up three weeks that long time ago ago, let alone the prospect of having feed Medivh broth so he wouldn't waste away for twenty more years. Moroes wasn't even around to do it, so it absolutely would fall upon him. At least he began to learn why it rankled him badly, he had just gotten Medivh back at the most crucial time.... another 20 year nap would would mean Khadgar would not be able to give his all to Azeroth without worrying over the dark haired man.

Perhaps his displeasure with the joke is what put him into motion, as he hefted himself up on to his knees and had them firmly planted as he turned towards Medivh. He looked much like a hawk himself in those few moments, blue eyes focused intensely on the Magus as if he was coiled and ready to strike. But oh, his attack was simply just pushing himself to knee-walk on the couch closer to the ex-Guardian and well.... as he 'stood' before him, staring down at Medivh, considering something. He hoped Medivh didn't see it coming, truly it would be the perfect revenge while also being somewhat affectionate in it's own way.

Khadgar smirked out of no where, then promptly fell forwards to drop all of his weight upon Medivh. Yes, he hurt his head by miscalculating slightly, but it had him laughing as he became dead weight that was not moving off of him without being bodily shoved.

“This counts as comfortable, surprisingly so.”

Medivh saw the facial expression change and he snorted. "Khadgar I was joking..." He huffed, rolling his eyes before closing them and settling. "The only time I slept that long, as you know, was when Sargeras shut me down." He uttered in a quiet hard tone. "Besides, it's been a while since I slept overly long. Well...there was that time I slept for 48 hours because of well...hm...I won't get into that..." He mumbled tiredly, not sure if speaking of the timeways or even the Nexus was wise.

He felt movement as Khadgar shifted position on the couch, knowing the other mage was drawing next to him. There was a pause and the Magus cracked an eye open. "Khadgar wha-UUMPH!" His breath left him in a woosh as the Archmage promptly flopped on him deadweight - effectively knocking the air out of him. The Magus coughed and wheezed for a few moments, not sure whether to be amused or exasperated. He was perhaps a little bit of both.

Shoving Khadgar bodily to get him off, Medivh shot him a glare as he perched on his hands and knees over him. "Was that necessary?" He wheezed.

Khadgar had not calculated that Medivh would have actually shoved him off and had not prepared completely for it. His head smacked the ground and he saw spots flying in his vision for a few seconds as he gave a pained groan. It rumbled his chest, but the former apprentice was smiling like he had won something.

Had punishing Medivh with a full out drop of his complete weight been needed? No, of course not. He was still sure it expressed his disapproval of those jokes however and by the way Medivh hovered over him, green eyes both fond and exasperated, he at least found it a bit funny.

Blue eyes glittering the in fire light shone with a mischievous tint to them and Khadgar's mouth pulled back into a bright, toothy grin and he laughed for a few seconds. He tapered it off into just a brief giggle and debated how to answer the question.

"You to me to get comfortable." That's what he settled on telling his former master and closed his eyes to debate on how to dodge the real reason he had decided to press Medivh into the couch with his weight. "I was only doing what you suggested I had been very comfortable." For the whole two seconds he had been on top of him.

Impish little shit...

Medivh uttered an 'augh' of a sigh at Khadgar's words - though his initial irritation and perhaps concern, had faded at the grin and laughter of his ex-apprentice. "Hrm....there are more effective ways to get comfortable..." He grumbled, holding down his hand over the side of the couch in order to assist Khadgar in getting back up onto it. "We're going to be bruised and battered enough, don't you think?"

He knew that they'd have to lay close on the couch, not that it bothered him any. But still, knocking the wind out of your old master was not the way to get comfortable in his opinion.

It was, however, a better choice in showing his disapproval over something. Oh, he was unrepentant in his actions and absolutely would not apologize. Even if his head was spinning as he allowed Medivh to help him back up onto the couch. The Archmage had to close his eyes briefly as he hovered over top of the Magus and willed his body to try and stop the vertigo before it got too bad.

"There will always be the better way, the wrong way and the fun way," Khadgar murmured, slowly moving to settle himself on top of Medivh with clearly no intention of repeating what had him on the floor. "That was the fun way," he clarified in case the ex-Guardian hadn't caught on right away, though he sorely thought that was not the case.

The white haired mage carefully rested his head against Medivh's shoulder as he picked his brain for a response to the last statement. "I should venture to get you to check my back when we wake up."

It stung a little, not as much as the back of his head did and... well, yes he was a bit chafed from how hard both mage's had been grinding up against each other. He was sure there would have been less painful methods for them to pursue their pleasure, but much as he had said... there was the better way, wrong way and the fun way. Khadgar was inclined to believe that was definitely the fun way.

He knew belatedly that he didn't have to be on top of Medivh, that if they both were on their sides there would be enough room... yet, the Archmage was more than comfortable being little more than a white haired blanket for the larger male below him. He would move if asked, but unless he was asked... well, he'd assume it was fine to do what he was.

Medivh lay back on the cushions, resting his head on the arm of the couch after he helped Khadgar get back up onto the couch. He was about to close his eyes again, when the Archmage slowly crawled onto him again. The Magus blinked, watching him, but not making any moves to dislodge him. At least he wasn't dropping on him like before. He had expected Khadgar to simply lay next to him. They'd still be close enough to touch. He wasn't quite certain as to why the other man wanted to lay on him like this. Medivh wasn't used to sharing a resting spot let alone someone using him as a pillow.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Just different.

"Hrm...a better, wrong and fun way hm?" Medivh murmured, quirking a brow at the other man. He couldn't help but crack a brief grin and a softly chuckled "Heh..." at the mention of Khadgar's back. Consider it revenge for his abused throat. He too was probably colorful in several places - and oh, boy he was going to be sore in the morning. The Magus stilled and sighed softly when the Archmage settled and rested his head on his shoulder. Now that they were situated, it really wasn't all that bad. After a few moments, he tentatively raised an arm to rest around Khadgar's shoulders - gingerly touching the back of his snow white head.

"You had quite a smack. Are you all right?" He murmured after a moment, turning his head into the one on his shoulder. His breath brushed against the silver strands at his cheek and his beard brushed lightly on Khadgar's forehead. Warm and alive, the Magus's breath and heart thrummed rhythmically beneath the Archmage.

As it appeared that Khadgar would be allowed to stay on top of Medivh, the younger mage let out a soft humming breath. There had been a hidden reason for Khadgar settling on top of ex-Guardian beyond the simple wanting to remain close. Oh, this way Khadgar was sure that the other couldn't simply disappear during the night. He wouldn't admit that the fear of waking up to Medivh no longer being there suddenly nagged at the corners of his mind, but nor admitting it didn't mean it wasn't there on the edges of his consciousness.

As the Magus rested his arm along the line of his shoulders and palmed through the short white locks of hair at the back of Khadgar's head, the male had to resist just closing his eyes and falling asleep instead of answering. He did need to answer Medivh, there was no way that falling asleep after hitting his head hard upon the stone flooring wouldn't alarm anyone with even a minor knowing of how the brain worked.

"I have had worse," Khadgar murmured, long white lashes fluttering against the scar slashed white across the other's neck. "I'll be sure to see a healer if there is more than a goose-egg tomorrow."

By the Light, he still didn't even know if it was dark outside. He felt a prickle of anxiety crawl up his spine at the thought of no one being able to reach him. What if's filled his mind and Khadgar's once lax posture stiffened as he realized how careless he was being. Selfishness had no place in the war waging outside and he should be continuing his search for answers is year of lounging on top of his mentor.

The Legion could have taken Dalaran and he would have no idea of it. What a time for him to have decided to indulge himself. The Archmage fought with himself to return to his previously lax state as he knew he would know - they would have found a way to let him know if something had happened. He was useless to them if he was simply running on nothing and he could at least admit he was beyond exhausted.

A slow, hissing inhale later and Khadgar shut his blue eyes. He wriggled slightly then opened the blue eyes only a smidgen.

"What was it like outside when you came? I... I do not quite remember how long I have been cooped up in the Library..."

At the assurance that Khadgar would find a healer if his head didn't improve, Medivh uttered a soft 'hrmm' of agreement. He'd take him there himself if he was going to be stubborn about it. Though at that thought he had to mentally snort. He too was as stubborn as anything with that sort of thing.

The Magus sighed, attempting to settle. Though with Khadgar on top of him like this it was somewhat distracting. He really wasn't used to having someone sharing a sleeping space with him. Every movement Khadgar made, Medivh noticed. Even the subtle ones. He could feel the tension in the other mage's body, and marveled that he could still be tense after the rather...vigorous work out from before. He inwardly smiled at the memory, though he had to be careful lest he wake up....things...again. It was bad enough with an Archmage sprawled on top of him.

Khadgar's question broke him from his musings, and he uttered a soft "Eh? Hm....the sun hadn't been set for very long. The moons had risen." He said finally after some thought. "Why....when did you arrive?" They were too close to really look at each other, so the Magus simply asked: "What is wrong Khadgar?"

He could chose to lie to the Magus, oh he knew that was an option, though even after all this time it felt wrong to do so. The knowledge that he had been in the Library from before day break to the sun setting rankled something in him that was both worry and relief. Because, yes, he was glad he hadn't spent more than a day in the tower and had simply gotten lost with trying to find the answer he had been trying to find in vain.

It really wasn't a wonder why he was both wired and exhausted, nearly two straight days without sleep and body used to pushing himself a little further on while he logically needed to sleep.

"Not as long as I feared, but perhaps still too long," Khadgar murmured, eyes shutting and he tried to put his fear into words, "I realized that there would be no way of contacting me within time should something have happened to Dalaran. My mind is extrapolating how that could be put into practice. I hadn't meant to be here for more than a few hours..."

Khadgar sighed and squirmed more for a few seconds before settling down to breathe. Things would be fine, the heroes would not let Dalaran or any part of Azeroth. Things were in good hands and even without him there, they would endure under the heroes watchful eyes. The other members of the Council of Six were there as well and they would also not sit idly by and let any place fall to the Legion if they could help it.

"I am learning that no matter how many people are protecting Azeroth... that I worry that by me not doing anything for even a few hours is reason for things to fall to pieces."

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