It was as much the feeling of the magic, the power, that Eliot had craved, that he got off on now a much as the pleasure. But god, the pleasure was amazing, too.

And as he felt the pleasure building, his toes curling, the breath leaving his lungs, something inside him swelled. Something tapped into John's magic, pulling from it like it was the wellspring, and amplified it. Eliot's magic intertwined with John's and increased its power by orders of magnitude.