Smut after the second time skip

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Hongjoong watched Seonghwa from a save distance as he swung his leg over his bike and turned the key in the lock. He would not keep Seonghwa from going; of course, he wouldn't. Seonghwa was surprised even to see him down here.

Jongho had been so kind as to get Seonghwa's bike in the evening before from Yongguk. According to the young pilot, the other man had been fine and not bothered further by Terada's men. He warned them of possible future attacks, though. The yakuza had a net that was deeper than just Terada, and with his death, they would be out for blood at all times.

San had been worried at the news of Terada and Seonghwa's rut triggering - even if Seonghwa hadn't told him that Hongjoong had been the reason. He had asked Seonghwa to come right back home, and Seonghwa saw no need to argue with that.

"Are you sure you don't want Jongho to take you to the airport?"

Seonghwa shook his head, slipping a mask over his heated face. It would ease any scent that might hit him out on the streets. He tended to get overwhelmed by multiple smells penetrating his nose quickly during his rut, so he wanted to avoid the headache right away.

"I can manage. Don't you dare go anywhere without me." Seonghwa glanced at the man with cautious eyes, looking him up and down. The other man was relaxed, seeming far too composed for having an aroused alpha so close to him. He withstood far better than anybody else Seonghwa knew, especially within omegas.

Seonghwa didn't understand him. Why did he decide to do Seonghwa so many favours? He had no business at all being so concerned.

Well, aside from Seonghwa's parts of the artefact. It was only useful as a whole piece anyway.

"I'd rather say you are the one we need to worry about. Don't be late for our next meeting. I'll have to reach out to your team if you do to send you some soup," Hongjoong smirked mockingly. He had wrapped his arms around his robe like some housewive who sends her husband off for work, and it infuriated Seonghwa.

Rolling his eyes, Seonghwa put on his helmet.

"See you." With that, he left Hongjoong behind in Japan to spend his rut with his pack.

-

"He asked you what?!"

Confused, Seonghwa blinked at San. At his glare, the man immediately quietened down a bit, sneaking a glance at Yeosang, who was napping in between the two of them.

"Can you spell that out for me?" San repeated himself a bit quieter, but his expression stayed disbelieving.

Seonghwa laid down on the crook of his arm with a sigh and breathed in the sweet smell of strawberries that came from Yeosang's hair. The man was utterly still in his sleep, but he was holding one of San's hands cradled to his chest unconsciously. San had by now stopped complaining about his shoulder falling asleep and accepted his fate.

"He asked me if I ever considered getting knotted by an alpha. I know it was weird, man, that's why I'm asking. What the hell was he talking about?"

"Not gonna lie, that sounds like he wants to fuck you. But uh- the knotting part..." San drew his brows together, his lips settling in a pensive pout. The one blonde strand in his dark hair slipped over his forehead.

Seonghwa chuckled nervously while he gently kissed over Yeosang's pack bites. The man stirred slightly in his sleep, pushing back his hips towards Seonghwa, where he was still nestled inside of the other man.

"Maybe he was bored of bottoming. Or he has some weird kink to put alphas in submissive positions," Seonghwa guessed weakly, but having his suspicions confirmed made him all woozy inside too. So Hongjoong did have that kind of interest in him, he did not read that wrong. It explained why Hongjoong had been so willing to drop to his knees for him, but then again, Seonghwa was a highly attractive alpha, too, he was aware.

"This is so weird. Is-" San suspiciously caught Seonghwa's eyes again.

"Is this related to you coming home from him with your rut full-on raging? It is, right? What did you bastards do, in what possible situation would you have this kind of conversation?"

Damn, San could read him far too quickly.

Seonghwa hid his face further in Yeosang's neck, pulling his limp form slightly closer to his chest so he could snuggle into his smaller body. He rubbed his scent all over the other man, feeling possessive as always during his rut.

"It's not that bad. It was bound to come to such talk after what he did in that office," Seonghwa tried to worm his way out of the jam he had gotten himself into. San was too keen on him, too aware of things didn't know himself.

"I see. I mean... It was kinda hot. Even if you looked at your enemies way too much."

Seonghwa winked at him with a chuckle. His fighting kink usually provided San with video material worthy of being porn of Seonghwa only, but apparently, the man didn't mind a slight change of views either.

"That question is still weird, though. Like there's enough people with a kink to breed alphas too, despite knowing it's not possible, but I've never heard about alpha knotting before. Guess it's some kind of dom thing. The hell is Hongjoong doing with that?" San dropped his head back on his pillow, pondering.

Seonghwa shrugged with the shoulder he was not laying on, reaching down, then to gently spread Yeosang's cheeks apart. His knot was still firmly lodged inside, making sure not a single drop of his seed went to waste. With his fingers smoothing over Yeosang's soft flesh, Seonghwa concentrated on their conversation again.

"You know what, sleep for a while. Your body needs to replenish its energies. And don't forget your water. I will do some more digging on Kim and try to find out his dirty secrets. Who knows, maybe he's the kind of omega who actually doesn't submit to anybody and rather fucks alphas instead. It would fit him." San rolled out of bed with a motivated huff. When Yeosang whined at the sudden loss of warmth, San bent down, giggling to shut him up with a kiss.

Yeosang was sated after that, so San just gave a lazy salute towards Seonghwa before strutting out of the room in only his birthday suit. Seonghwa counted the seconds until a surprised shriek came that was responded by a dark chuckle from San. A sloppy kiss was exchanged in the hallway that Seonghwa could hear all the way to his bed, and he was close to yelling at them, but he didn't want to wake the blond angel in his arms.

Instead, he settled down with a content hum, feeling secure in the room that smelled like his pack. Yeosang's warm body was a welcoming pillow for him to cuddle as he soon after fell asleep.

-

"Seonghwa." A careful knock sounded on the door, making the man in question stir. He felt good, and his body heat had returned to normal after the three days of horrible itchiness and fever. However, when he shifted, he pulled a helpless moan out of Yeosang, who was still nestled against him like the good boy he was.

Immediately, Seonghwa placed a soothing hand on the man's hip, massaging his warm flesh.

Yunho was standing in the door, hesitating to step in.

"What is it?" Seonghwa groggily murmured at him as he rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them.

"There's a call for you."

Sighing, Seonghwa twisted away from Yeosang. The man replied with another throaty hum. He obviously had been awake for a long time now, judging by the way he ground back on Seonghwa desperately.

Seonghwa moved his hand from Yeosang's hip to hold it out for the phone. Yunho quickly brought it over and stepped out right after. Judging by his attire, he had a pool party with San scheduled.

Seonghwa brought the phone to his ear while he rolled Yeosang around and onto his stomach. The man complied readily, hugging his pillow close when Seonghwa began to gently thrust down into him. As usual, the omega felt heavenly soft around him, made for taking Seonghwa.

"Who is this?" Seonghwa huskily asked into the phone while grabbing onto Yeosang's pale and unmarked hips with his right hand to leave a fresh imprint.

A long silence followed.

Seonghwa just moved to pull the phone down to check if the caller had given up on him already when a breathless chuckle responded.

"Not gonna lie, you sound lowkey hot in the morning. How are you, Daddy?"

Hongjoong, of course. Seonghwa gave a scoff.

"I'm great, thanks. Where did you get this number?" He concentrated on Hongjoong's voice while deeply thrusting into Yeosang with no hurry at all. His slick insides eased the work considerably, and his soft moans must have travelled to Hongjoong, too, for he gave another giggle.

"Your boy, what was his name, San? He kind of cam-fucked Wooyoung yesterday and gave out your number quite willingly. Are you trying to infiltrate my pack, Park?"

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, imagining he had Hongjoong underneath him as he delivered a particularly harsh thrust. Yeosang's keen filled the room, the thickening scent of his arousal exciting Seonghwa further.

"That idiot. I'll tell him to leave your pack alone." Seonghwa hated having to play polite with the other man. He literally couldn't care less about the other man's people. And how the hell had San even gotten into Hongjoong's line?

"I appreciate it. Who makes those lovely sounds in the background? Your omega?"

Seonghwa considered showing Yeosang off and holding the phone to the man's lips for just a few seconds, but then he didn't. His Yeosang.

"Yes, now you leave my pack alone, too, please."

Hongjoong gave an agreeable hum.

"I'm just curious what he's doing. I didn't get to witness your hip game. Quite sad about that. I've been thinking of you having your rut over there quite a lot. Did you get well by now?" He said it so innocently as if he wasn't implying anything at all. The invitation was blatantly obvious, and Seonghwa found himself fucking into Yeosang faster, getting rid of any excess stress. Yeosang pushed back against him willingly, sweet sounds tumbling out of his mouth at every snap of Seonghwa's hips.

"Leave it. I'm back on my game, Kim. I won't let you have your way again."

"Hmm, maybe it's time for you to have your way with me then? Oh, but you claim not to be interested, right? Yet, you seem so frustrated around me." His chuckle sent a zap of arousal straight into Seonghwa's groin, making him shudder for a moment. When he picked up the pace the next time, he was chasing after his orgasm already.

His hand sneaked around Yeosang to help him out, both of their breathing patterns irregular.

"How bold of you to assume I wouldn't rip your throat out as soon as I have you in that position. You're too confident, don't get cocky."

"Yet, here you are, talking to me, rather than taking care of your omega first."

Seonghwa moved to end the call, trying to hold back until Hongjoong was gone. However, the man quickly continued speaking as if he had foreseen that.

"Anyways, I didn't plan to listen to your morning workout routine when I called. We found the next piece of the amulet in Ghana. Are you up for a race, or shall I wait another day until your old bones have recovered from your strenuous activities?" He was mocking him again. With a muffled groan, Seonghwa pushed in deep enough for his knot to brush Yeosang's already loose and reddened rim.

Yeosang came in the exact moment that Seonghwa roughly forced his knot inside, tightening around the other male with a high-pitched yell.

"Fuck... See you in Ghana, Kim." With that, he ended the call and threw the phone somewhere on the bed, letting his orgasm wash over him. He had to hold Yeosang down to keep him from trashing. Both of them trembled with aftershocks for about two minutes, unable to speak.

And then, it was Yeosang who began.

He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face as he turned his head towards Seonghwa. The alpha didn't dare move yet, afraid to make Yeosang uncomfortable. Instead, he just knelt above him and looked down on him with dark eyes.

"Listen, you need to fuck Hongjoong."

Seonghwa's mouth dropped open at the sudden betrayal and vulgar speech. Hell, Yeosang was always vulgar, but he looked so lovely and sweet, he forever took them by surprise.

"Why? I don't want to."

"This right now? You didn't fuck me; you fucked him. And boy, you have a lot of pent-up frustration to get rid of."

Huffing, Seonghwa turned his head away.

As if.

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If you skipped the smut: Hongjoong invited Seonghwa for another treasure hunt in Ghana