He liked to participate – there was no doubt of that. But he liked most to watch a man bring himself to fruition, to see the body tense – to imagine feeling the hard muscles under his fingers, fully extended, fully hard.
As with most magicians, the imagination was more real than the reality. As he closed his eyes to bring himself toward orgasm, he thought of- t-he men he had seen do this: Scott, Mikael, Jason, Starfall, Blake…even Kael.
He would bring himself- to the edge, then stop, gathering his will for the spell. Each man thought of he would bring himself, stronger and more hardened his will became, until it was a bright lance, and the purpose was there.
He brought himself to the edge, imagining Mal and Scott, and he switched his imagination to his will, and let the power out through a bright orgasm, a lance that went up and exploded like fireworks, bathing him in that light and power.
“I will not die,” Mike whispered. “By my will, I will not die!”