LionTrust, RavenTrust, RavenLion or any combo of them.
- the desperate pant/groan of surrender when either party knows that they are sooooooo done
Doesn't have to be a long fic! Any length you want (over 500 words tho!).
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Ahhh okay I did the thing. I’m on mobile so I haven’t did a proper look over yet but I’m..mostly pleased with it.
I wrote some Liontrust with Raventrust in the background? Alcohol, heartbreak and horny dudes aren’t always the best combination, hm?
Little bit on the the angsty side really
What happens after? Well, that’s..up to our nasty little imaginations, isn’t it? (let’s all pray for Lothar’s dumb ass though he’s going to need it when Med comes back 🙏🏼)
Khadgar let out a soft helpless groan as he let himself be pushed down onto the bed, Lothar’s weight pinning his to the spot and he was more startled to find he liked the feeling of being pinned.
“You’re drunk.” Khadgar whispered against his lips, and he was he could taste it on his tongue. He himself was drunk but his voice was steady when he spoke again. “I’m drunk.”
It wasn’t quite a protest but he knew it should be one. He should stop this in its tracks before it went too far. It had already went too far.
“Tell me to stop.” Lothar growled and he gasped as he felt a calloused hand slide under his shirt, running over his bare skin.
“I..” How was he supposed to think, let alone form a coherent sentence with him touching him like this?
“I will, if you just tell me.” There was a hint of plea in his voice. He knew just as well as him that this wasn’t a good idea. “If you don’t, I don’t think I can..”
He couldn’t think at all, not with the way he’d began to touch him, teasing one of his nipples with the hand under his shirt and making him whimper.
He didn’t even know he was so sensitive there.
It was just supposed to be ploy, an attempt to antagonize his Master into doing something about this silent, all-consuming thing between them.
His artless confession to Medivh prior to this whole ordeal hadn’t went the way he’d hoped. He wasn’t sure why he ever thought it would? It was an impulsive choice, one he regretted with everything he had,
He’d been shut down immediately. In Medivh’s defense he hadn’t been..cruel but he was firm in his rejection.
His heart had been in pieces ever since.
He may have had a few too many drinks at Llane’s..event for something, he couldn’t remember what it was when all the blood in his body was rushing downward.
He’d opened up to Lothar prior to the event after he kept prodding him for details on why things were so strange between him and Medivh.
He’d sympathized when he finally got it out of him and insisted that he could help. They just had to push him to do something.
He’d been a little skeptical about the plan but the drunker they got the more sense it seemed to make..
If Medivh had been bothered by their blatant flirting in the dining hall later that night, he hadn’t said a word to them. He didn’t say anything to anyone at all actually. He went dead silent from the moment Lothar’s arm wrapped around his shoulders.
Khadgar knew him well enough to notice the tension his posture, the way his jaw clenched every time his gaze drifted back to them. He was gripping his drink so tightly he was surprised the glass didn’t crack.
It was telling. He wasn’t just annoyed he was livid.
It was satisfying in a strange way. He’d hoped maybe what Lothar had said was true, despite his protests Medivh did feel the same way but was rejecting him out of some misguided sense of responsibility.
Unfortunately he’d left mid way through the dinner, which Khadgar, with what was left of his heart accepted as rejection once more.
Lothar must have misjudged him. Medivh didn’t feel anything for him. That was the only logical conclusion.
He did faintly remember Llane coming over and whispering something urgently in Medivh’s ear he couldn’t quite catch. A look of complete and utter reluctance crossing his face when his gaze darted back to them before he got to his feet and exchanged a few clearly heated words with his friend and then abruptly left.
He’d left though and to his alcohol addled mind this was as clear a rejection as the one he’d given him in Karazhan.
He didn’t think Lothar had meant for this to happen either. Neither of them did.
Wandering hands, words too quiet for others to hear. It had stopped being acting rather quickly even before they left, alcohol loosening their inhibitions.
He was in love with Medivh but he wasn’t blind. It wasn’t hard to act like he was attracted to Lothar because..he admittedly was. Lothar was an attractive man. There was no denying that.
Maybe it had stopped being acting when Lothar whispered “Beautiful.” Against his ear while looking at him like he was actually worth something. And something hungry and desperate in him couldn’t help but chase the feeling those words gave him.
This wasn’t out of spite, he realized as he looked into his bright blue eyes. It truly wasn’t.
He needed something, he was starved for something he couldn’t quite name. He didn’t want to name it.
“Tell me to stop.” Lothar growled suddenly and despite his words he could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against him.
“Don’t stop.” Khadgar said instead and he heard him curse under his breath. “I don’t want you to stop,”
Khadgar didn’t want him to stop, He didn’t want to feel anything but his body pinning him to the bed and his lips on his.
“Khadgar.” It was a warning but he’d never been very good at heeding those. He’d always been the type to barrel right past them and right into the consequences.
He pulled him closer, earning a growl that sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.
“He’s going to kill me.” He heard Lothar say but when he kissed him again the half-hearted attempt at self control from before had vanished. “Fuck, he’s going to kill me.” He said again a few moments later, almost to himself.
Despite his insistence on his friend’s alleged homicidal tendencies tendencies he didn’t stop. In fact he’d nudged Khadgar’s legs apart, slotting his thigh between them and pressing it against his aching cock.
Khadgar gripped the back of his tunic and maybe he should be embarrassed or ashamed with how he was now shamelessly grinding against him, sounds he didn’t even know he could make falling from his lips on their own accord.
Lothar didn’t seem to mind his clumsy enthusiasm. If anything he seemed spurred on by it and deepened the kiss. It was all too easy to lose himself in it.
“Fuck.” He hissed when Khadgar finally pulled away for air, slightly swollen lips parted as he tried to catch his breath
He didn’t have time to form a response before Lothar was diving back in, a pathetic needy sound falling from his own lips as he happily let him.
It was a messy and dangerous surrender. Him holding onto him like his life depended on it and rutting against his thigh like a bitch in heat.
Khadgar let his fingers tangle in his mane of hair “Make it worth it then.” He moaned the words and surely it must be the alcohol making him so bold, right? The fact he was doing this at all-
Maybe he was just telling himself that.
“Already is.” Lothar said with a raw honesty that made his heart ache.
Khadgar hoped he was right.
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