Smut warning!

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"Tell me how this works," Jongho said. He perched on the pillows, as elven in shape as he could manage after studying the others in long detail. Even the ears he made were pointed as he figured this shape was most comfortable for Seonghwa to work with. With his palms on his thighs, he sat in expectation.

Seonghwa chuckled at his grave readiness. He retrieved the box with his crystals and slid to Jongho into the pit.

"You must have heard about how our coupling works and what parts we usually do it with. Did you remember the details of what you watched?" He opened as he placed the box on the table. Though he couldn't kiss Jongho to warm them up the way he usually sparked desire, Seonghwa was happy putting on a show for Jongho to understand.

"You are all males. That's why you focus on that part," Jongho replied, pointing one chunky finger at Seonghwa's crotch. With a snicker, Seonghwa slipped his dress down his shoulders and had it pool into a puddle. He knelt, bare for Jongho to study.

"Indeed. This is the part that goes inside. But if it were to enter you, it would get injured since you are made of solid rock, and you don't experience the pleasant friction. I'd recommend we do it the other way and you enter me instead."

Jongho stared at his fingers, then at his crotch, smooth as a statue.

"I'm afraid I will hurt you still," he deadpanned. With a soothing hum, Seonghwa retrieved one of his replicas from his box.

"The ones I use when I am by myself are made of crystal. You can reshape your own crystals, or you can borrow this one to fuse with." He offered it to Jongho, and the golem considered it. His body rumbled and rippled as he distorted, ruined his perfect shape as he changed. He was broad even now and his weight could crush Seonghwa.

It took him a moment and a lot of fiddling to smoothen the surface the way Seonghwa described it to him. Then he shifted his new body part between his legs, peeking at Seonghwa to copy. Soon, he throned proudly with a faint pink quartz length.

"I understand now! Look at me, almost a man," he boasted. Seonghwa put his replica down, fascinated with the one Jongho made for him.

"I see my dearest golem. But indeed, this works. Some are longer, some a thicker, they come in all different shapes and sizes." To demonstrate, Seonghwa showed him his collection. He doubted Jongho was comfortable imitating any specific race's special traits, so his was smooth and rounded.

Seonghwa opened the jar of oil while Jongho tested out various sizes, wondering what suited him best. When Seonghwa braced a hand on his shoulder, purple flames glanced up at him. Dainty jewellery dangled from Seonghwa's neck and wrists.

"I produce little slick, so I use a cream to ease the glide. Give me a moment," he whispered. Despite the scientific approach of his golem, this situation aroused him. Seeing Jongho prepare what to enter him with filled Seonghwa's length with blood and he sighed when he sunk a finger into himself.

"Does it feel good?"

"Hmm, it does. There, and at the front. That's what Yeosang meant with you missing out."

Jongho frowned to himself as he watched Seonghwa's face relax in pleasure. He lifted his arm and a moment later, cold silk touched Seonghwa's sensitive length. He whimpered, flinching at the stimulation of the fabric to his tip.

Jongho made up for the bumps in his stony hand that he couldn't smooth out by covering it with the silk. With careful tugs, he smoothed it over Seonghwa's length and his eye flames brightened when they studied Seonghwa's blissed expression. His inner brows rose, mouth dropping open around an approving moan as he carefully rocked into the silken grip of his dress.

"Friction, was it?"

"It's good," Seonghwa supported him. He added a finger, legs shaking as he balanced himself on Jongho. Awed at seeing the change from the usual regal demeanour, Jongho twisted and turned his wrist, trying out different ways to make Seonghwa quiver. Soon, clear fluid leaked from him and Seonghwa pulled from Jongho's grasp with an endeared huff.

"Ah, we stained my dress," he noticed as he sat back, length proud against his narrow hips.

Jongho looked ready to apologise, but Seonghwa took the item from him and flicked it away.

"I'll send it to be cleaned later. Lay down, please." Seonghwa instructed. The golem complied, careful not to knock into anything, even when the pillows cushioned the entire pit. He wriggled at Seonghwa's guiding palms. A moment later, the elf could straddle him. The rock under his bottom was cold and rough, yet charming since it was Jongho.

Curious, Jongho looked at him as Seonghwa slicked up the crystal length.

"Leave everything to me. You won't feel it physically, but I hope I can show you the joy you like on me," Seonghwa smiled as he angled himself back. His dainty hands came to lie on the solid rock of Jongho's chest, sprawling so vulnerable against his powerful frame.

When Seonghwa pressed against the length, he noticed with an inner coo that Jongho made himself thicker than before to match his general build. Though mindful that this would go into Seonghwa's narrow body, he created a delicious stretch to press against.

"You did so well with this one. Ahh, I like it," Seonghwa praised, keeping the conversation going since Jongho wouldn't know what he felt otherwise. At the compliment, the golem grinned.

"Tell me if you want me to change it. Whatever your ideal fantasy is, I can make it work."

Seonghwa didn't even know at this point. He took so many distinct shapes, so many races. He felt the heat of a demon, the crackle of electricity from a sorcerer, and even the slick slithering of tentacles. Rather than a favourite shape, Seonghwa would say he enjoyed his company.

"Let me take this first, then we can talk," the elf huffed as his body opened to the intrusion. He straightened, sinking down with his fingertips braced on Jongho's body. His head dropped back to expose his graceful neck, unmarred and unclaimed today, but so beautiful to Jongho's curious eyes.

"There- There is more to it than just penetration. Kissing, caressing, all of that. But I am so aroused by your willingness to learn, your stoic posture. This is where it feels best," Seonghwa hummed. His hair kissed his bare shoulders, contrasting his pale skin with streaks of midnight. He sunk down on Jongho, felt him bulging through his stomach when he finally bottomed out. With a sigh, he lolled his head. He noticed Jongho's eyes turned an intense red, flickering like the flames of the Cavern of Nightfall.

Intrigued by this new colour, Seonghwa braced his thighs to drop on him. His dainty body cradled the big and scary golem, turning him into a tool of pleasure. Fascinated, Jongho watched him.

"What other things can I do for you?"

Seonghwa considered him with lidded eyes. He was too delicate to have him rub his skin, and kissing wouldn't work either.

The soft skin of his thighs rubbed against Jongho's sides, reddening when the flesh got raw. He stilled for a moment, placing pillows there before he slowly circled back down. Perhaps he was obsessed. Jongho watched him so intently, studied every twitch of his length. His investment made Seonghwa feel seen, feel cherished.

"You could hold my waist, move with me. I like how much larger you feel than I am. Being so small and fragile compared to you adds to my pleasure," Seonghwa explained, thoughts behind a thick fog of lust.

Once Jongho nodded, Seonghwa stilled so he could wrap his hands around Seonghwa's waist. He guided the elf, helped him drop and each time the weight of his palms pinned Seonghwa to his hips, Seonghwa moaned. Soon, Jongho figured it out and controlled their movements. He was careful not to scratch Seonghwa's skin open, but he purposefully held him down until Seonghwa squirmed, until his lashes fluttered and his hand flew to his stomach to feel Jongho's red hardness through it.

His mind spun with the glee that this was his golem in him, that this was truly happening, but Seonghwa made sure not to lose himself. Though he had fun, Jongho experienced this for learning.

"Ah- When I- When I get closer to orgasm, I need more. Let's go faster," Seonghwa suggested and Jongho complied instantly. His arms never waned as he pressed Seonghwa down on him, watched the roll of his hips and the bob of his length in the air. A blush dusted the elf's cheeks and his pleasure took all sense away.

That was the expression Jongho wanted to see. That rare, beautiful face he had yet to study.

As Seonghwa unravelled, Jongho kept staring. The elf was the only one panting, but his voice bounced around the room, sweet like a melody. He didn't mind it, at ease in the comfort of his husband.

Seonghwa slid his fingers down his body, wrapping them around his length. He so rarely touched it by now, always felt the touch of another. Though he was less sensitive to himself, he was to the movement inside him and the powerful body below.

Jongho drank up the sight greedily as Seonghwa took himself apart privately for him, sharing his most vulnerable sides. Soon, his fingers tightened around his pale flesh, moving quickly as his orgasm built. When it was finally wrenched from him by Jongho burying deep inside, Seonghwa let go without qualms. His seed splattered over Jongho's body, bedazzling dark soapstone with stars.

Jongho slowed, leaving Seonghwa to ride it out with sensitive twitches of his hips. When he slumped, he relished the feeling deep inside. The crystal was warmed by his body.

Seonghwa swayed, but gathered his senses before he would topple over. Catching his breath, he tucked his hair behind his ear.

"How was that?" He asked, lips dry. Some water was desperately needed, but he wanted to make sure Jongho was content first.

"You look captivating in pleasure. Though the eye for beauty is another speciality I needed to learn from your people, I can tell this is what they mean."

Shy at the compliment, since it was spoken so honestly, Seonghwa tucked into himself. When he lifted off of Jongho, his body mourned the loss of his size.

"My apologies for getting it all over you. Let me clean up," Seonghwa said, leaving Jongho to his thoughts until he could share them. However, as he stood, his knees buckled. Still feeble from his pregnancy and the days of being tied to his bed, he sunk into a surprised sitting position. Jongho snickered at his wide eyes.

"Let me use the dress, it's already ruined," Jongho humoured him. He didn't care about dirt, but he understood this was something private. Gladly, Seonghwa cleaned up together with him.

"You were right, I couldn't feel, but I find it fascinating to study you in pleasure. It's as if seeing to the very core of you, without having to cut you open," Jongho pondered. Amused, Seonghwa retrieved the wine bottle from outside the pit and poured himself a drink. He was not bashful about sitting with his husband in the nude. Especially not after riding that crystal that had already disappeared into Jongho's body to find a place elsewhere again.

"Though I enjoy seeing you and someone else utterly drown in feeling more. I like to serve if you ever feel lonely with just yourself, but I am happy watching otherwise. Still, I learned a lot today. I know why you liked Mingi that night." Jongho looked down at his palms, awed at the effect they had on the elf.

Seonghwa giggled into his hand.

"There is a lot to it and everyone likes their own. Yunho, for example, is unfathomable even to me, but humans have amusing quirks."

Jongho hummed when he agreed. Yunho liked to wear shoes all the time, like some deer.

"Perhaps I will learn about them occasionally if I join to watch. For now, however, I have lots to ponder. It's a shame Yeosang doesn't want to discuss this."

"Truly," Seonghwa giggled. Then he tilted his head at the reminder. The heat slowly subsided, leaving him feeling refreshed. "Now that you say it, though, it gives me an idea. Let me see if I can make it work."

Jongho's eyes sparked an intrigued purple.

"I'll wait to find out."