Smut and choking warning! This book has 60 chapters by the way!

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They went to Hongjoong's room and Seonghwa sat on his bed covered in expensive black and red silk sheets while Hongjoong flitted around the room. He gave him a potion for resistance against magic, even when Seonghwa assured him that his body absorbed this feeble magic, since it meant no threat to him. Yet, he drank the potion to calm Hongjoong's unease while the mage put his hand on Seonghwa's stomach for the tenth time, checking that Seonghwa withheld no information.

He and the healer came to the same deduction. Seonghwa was fine; he just got spooked by the sudden spark of magic from his growing son. As he sat on his bed caressing his stomach, pride filled his chest that his little one was so wilful.

Hongjoong saw the healer off with a sigh and whisked the door shut with a flick of his finger. When he came to sit by Seonghwa's side, his eyes lingered on the elf's stomach.

Such a small being in the grand spectre of the cosmos. But already, he enraptured their every moment.

Hongjoong lifted his tired chuckle at Seonghwa. The elf ran gentle fingers through his hair.

"Are you assured now, my magnificent mage?" Seonghwa didn't fret, didn't tell him he over-reacted. If Hongjoong needed to check ten times to make sure, Seonghwa would linger ten times for him.

With a tired chuckle, Hongjoong cushioned his head on Seonghwa's thighs. His lids fluttered to the tender caresses on his scalp. Sleepy eyes stared at the stomach that bore everyone's recent infatuation. In his gaze carried both a huffy disbelief and the fond glow of having created something beautiful.

"I guess I'll leave it for now. But I beg you to notify me if you hurt or notice anything out of the ordinary. Don't bear your suffering alone."

"I won't," Seonghwa promised. When he bent forward, Hongjoong rolled on his back to accommodate the kiss that touched upon his lips with the softness of a feather.

"You care for me so much. I appreciate you for your endless efforts to accommodate me, my lovely Hongjoong. I love you," Seonghwa whispered into their kiss, delicate as he trailed his kisses over Hongjoong's face, taking away his strain bit by bit.

Hongjoong sighed into his gentleness, his patience, where the mage was so brusque.

"Let me reward you, my dear. Let me cherish you back," Seonghwa offered. He pulled back to give Hongjoong room to answer. Though want flared in his eyes to turn them into pools of gold, his glance at Seonghwa's body was hesitant.

"What about the baby? Won't you get hurt?"

"I am by far not pregnant enough to damage something while embracing my husband," Seonghwa assured him. He pulled Hongjoong up to sit by his side and a moment later, their lips found each other in mutual agreement. Hongjoong stifled a moan between their mouths when Seonghwa's fingers undid his shiny buttons to peel the clothes from his body. Hongjoong's cropped uniform top dropped to the ground, and he fell into the sheets to pull Seonghwa over him. Soon, they forgot about the baby aside from Hongjoong's prudence not to get any harmful body parts too close to Seonghwa's stomach.

Seonghwa laid by his side as he opened Hongjoong up with his fingers and watched him fall apart. The mage squirmed on the pillows, beautiful body arching prettily until Seonghwa lapped at the perk of his nipples. He splayed his digits deep inside, so dirty in contrast to his body that rested in its sweet gown. The burgundy sheets matched his unravelling mage so well.

Spurred by his desire and love for Hongjoong, Seonghwa leaned over him to kiss a gasp from his lips. Hongjoong's elegant hair was a mess, and he bit his lip with a whimper when he laid eyes on his beautiful and composed husband. Drool gathered on the corner of his lips.

"Are you at ease? I can invite your tentacled friend, if you want." Though Seonghwa doubted he would find him in the room filled with magical tools and ingredients.

Hongjoong shook his head. His hand - clutched to the sheets so far - came up to tug at Seonghwa's dress. No effort to help him undress carried in the movement, and his eyes rolled back when Seonghwa crooked his fingers into his spot with an indulgent smirk.

"Come- Come here," Hongjoong begged, mind too foggy to find his words.

Yet, Seonghwa complied gladly. He slipped out of his dress, bare beneath. Finally, his yearning for Hongjoong showed and invisible forces tugged Seonghwa closer when he took too long to get settled. Gently, he swatted at those shadowy hands.

"Shush, you. I'm here." He traced his fingers from Hongjoong's heat, wet with his slick. It was different from Seonghwa's, gooier and tainted with the artificial sweetness of magic, but perfect to spread over Seonghwa's straining hardness. When he fixed his sorcerer with his brilliant eyes, he found Hongjoong had thrown his arms over his face, hiding away in shyness, though he peered at Seonghwa from below.

Seonghwa cooed at him.

"You must have been strained. All the pretence for the spire and so little time I had for you when Yunho didn't occupy me."

And of course, Hongjoong hadn't complained or voiced his loneliness. His pride was Seonghwa's eternal foe.

When Seonghwa glided on top of Hongjoong and they became one, the mage melted into the sheets, finally whole. His golden earrings twinkled in the light of the orb of magic he preferred over dangerous fires that might react with his brewing. Seonghwa tugged on them with careful teeth as he bottomed out, relieving Hongjoong of his tension. Only for him, the mage let go of all farce.

"I- ah- I thought about you so much. I craved your embrace and yet I felt I should keep my distance since you chose Yunho over me."

Time passed and though they only had fleeting encounters, Hongjoong never addressed this fear.

Seonghwa kissed him, reassured him.

"A choice for the empire, not for my heart. You helped us create something beautiful, Hongjoong. And I will be eternally thankful to you."

Hongjoong tightened around him when Seonghwa moved his hips, clamping as if he never wanted to let him go. With a chuckle, Seonghwa eased into him while invisible hands tugged his hairpins apart, freeing his long curls. Their icy fingertips touched at his sensitive spots, providing pleasure while Hongjoong wasn't coherent enough to move.

"Come with me next time," Hongjoong gasped, not meaning it as he left himself to their throes. His hands grasped at Seonghwa's, intertwining, so Seonghwa had the leverage to rock his hips into the mage's heat. As usual, it was a hellish paradise of pleasure. Hongjoong's magic reformed him in a way so soft; so squishy and wet. Seonghwa almost lost his mind as he burrowed deeper, chased the tingling sensation of Hongjoong's slick.

"Come with me and I will show you to everyone. So they know why I must be away. Whom I must return to."

"I might," Seonghwa chuckled. He arched into the invisible hands when one settled on his chest, another held his belly. In Hongjoong's subconscious conveyed his care for the child that wasn't his, his need to protect him.

Seonghwa knew they all would love his son so, so much.

A flailing hand guided Seonghwa's wrist, making him shift his weight without pulling out. The heat gathered in his stomach, greedy to take Hongjoong with him to paradise. He urged it back to focus on Hongjoong first; to give him what he needed.

Hongjoong brought Seonghwa's hand to his throat, wrapping it around its curve. When his gorgeous eyes fluttered open to look at Seonghwa, the elf was enraptured by his panted words.

"Please- I won't hurt," Hongjoong whispered. His eyes were cloudy, but he was still too awake for his liking, not gone with bliss yet. On other days, he might pull off some magical grandeur to indulge the two, but today was about feeling safe and cherished by Seonghwa. So Seonghwa gladly adjusted his grip how he learned it, never applying danger as his fingers pressed against Hongjoong's pulse.

Hongjoong choked out a moan, breaths growing ragged and quicker. He rocked back against Seonghwa and his chest expanded, begging for touch.

His many hands came to Seonghwa's aid as the elf slammed into him, let Hongjoong feel the realness of his touch. Their moans in the air were the most delightful melody and fed into Hongjoong's greedy magic that drank up the energy in the air. Every shadowy touch skimming over Seonghwa's sides and shoulders felt almost real.

"Come for me, my love. I will catch you," Seonghwa whispered against Hongjoong's ear, hand tightening until spots danced before Hongjoong's sight, until he drooled with no thought in his head, just the enticing battle for survival.

Hongjoong writhed when he came, pinned to no escape. Seonghwa kissed away his coarse yell, hand dropping so Hongjoong could catch his breath. As he panted and heaved, Seonghwa gently thrust into him, guiding him through his throes. He left no imprints on Hongjoong's throat, but the mage reminisced the touch with a limp hand, sailing the clouds.

Seonghwa pulled out before Hongjoong could get hurt, no matter how the mage always whined about his body being able to put up with anything. With his eyes on his lax mage sprawled out so daintily until no one would suspect who he was, Seonghwa grasped for his straining hardness. His hair fell over his chest when he lowered his head with a moan. The heat of Hongjoong's insides clung to his flesh.

Seonghwa came to the sight of life returning to Hongjoong's eyes. As if he resurrected from the dead, the sharpness of his wit flashed like a beacon in a bleak fog. So attracted to his shrewd sorcerer, Seonghwa stifled his whimper as his silvery seed bedazzled Hongjoong's stomach with glitters. The elf sunk to his side, exhausted. Tender hands cradled him and guided him over to Hongjoong's shoulder. Both of them were wiped down a moment later, and his magic tucked them under the blankets.

Since they were short one thing, Seonghwa finished the task and pressed a kiss to Hongjoong's forehead. The sorcerer snickered as they curled up around each other.

"Are you hurt?" No matter Seonghwa's reply, his magic explored the elf, touched upon his womb to make sure its treasured cargo was unbothered.

Seonghwa buried his face in Hongjoong's hair with a serene smile.

"Am I already so far along that his appearance gives away his sex? Or can you tell by the fabric of his soul?"

"The fabric of all celestial elves' souls is the same. You are shining, glittering galaxies. Each is unique, of course, but none is bound to such physical aspects as your sex. You walk on a plane beyond what defines most of us. Together with Jongho and Yeosang." Hongjoong cosied up to Seonghwa's chest, satisfied with what he found. It was his turn to hold Seonghwa like the most precious good.

"I can tell because he is half human. He has some limitations your pure breeding doesn't have and they show which he will be. But that is all I can tell. His magic is most peculiar. But it shouldn't hurt you as his carrier while it develops."

Unafraid even if he got stung, Seonghwa nodded his satisfaction into Hongjoong's sleepy frame.

"Let's think about names soon. Everyone together."

Chuckling at his excitement, Hongjoong flicked the orb to die down. Only the stars twinkled from outside to replenish Seonghwa's energy and make him glow in the dark of Hongjoong's bed.

"An elven name or a human name?"

"Yunho might insist on something easy to remember, such as 'son'," Seonghwa snickered fondly. "I think we are best suited with an elven name."

"I will look through every elven book in existence for the most beautiful name for your most beautiful child," Hongjoong promised and ended in a yawn.

Seonghwa cradled him, sleepy eyes shutting to the sight of a full moon brightening the night sky as if it were day.

"I'd say that isn't necessary, but I know you will."

Hongjoong giggled. Seonghwa couldn't help but fall in, adoring the sound.

"Anything for you, my prince. I love you, too."

Heart full and happy, Seonghwa drifted away to join Hongjoong in his dreams and jump across the clouds of their own little paradise created by the sorcerer's magic.