Mild smut towards the end

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Hongjoong's steely patience with Seonghwa was incredible. Despite Seonghwa being so close to his sensitive throat, he didn't flinch away. He did not complain as Seonghwa rubbed his own scent all over him and tasted his salty skin with his tongue.

He was deliciously distracted by the sudden shift in power dynamics, and Seonghwa used that to his advantage. He sensually rolled his hips down another time, getting Hongjoong to arch up into him at the feel. His scent grew thicker, nearly enough for Seonghwa to taste it on his tongue.

His alpha was screaming at him to bite the man, to claim him as his. Seonghwa was mightily weirded out by the need. It went too far. He and Hongjoong were not in that kind of close relationship. Hongjoong was not even part of his pack, why in the world would Seonghwa want to bite him?

In order to stop himself from doing something stupid, Seonghwa instead licked over the man's erratically beating pulse again while he gently pulled his hand free. Hongjoong was too gone to notice and thus allowed Seonghwa to reach down into his open catsuit easily. His fingers didn't brush any hair on their way down.

Hongjoong gave a little breathless gasp when Seonghwa intentionally grabbed at his hardness first, giving it a firm squeeze. Seonghwa hummed against his skin in answer, mindlessly nibbling at his neck without ever biting down. He kept most of his hand around Hongjoong's hardness while he felt around for the artefact with his ring- and little finger.

Hongjoong was... bigger than expected. Usually, omega genitals were smaller since they didn't have a knot to deal with and also couldn't breed anybody. But then again, Yeosang wasn't tiny either, just delicately build. Still, Hongjoong seemed considerably larger than expected.

The latex of his suit dragged against Seonghwa's hand smoothly, probably making Hongjoong all the more sensitive.

The tension between the two of them was enormous. Not only in the way their bodies had tensed above each other, but also with how their scents mingled. It could have made anybody's knees weak had somebody been close. Not to mention the evident intimacy of their situation.

When his fingers finally managed to catch the amulet piece, Seonghwa pressed an appreciative kiss against Hongjoong's throat, being generous. He pulled back, then and pushed Hongjoong's legs off his waist to sit on his haunches. Hongjoong stayed as he was, his legs spread around Seonghwa's thighs, and his leaking tip peeking out from his suit. His cheeks were flushed, and his build chest heaved with every breath, capturing Seonghwa's eyes. A shiny layer of sweat covered his exposed skin.

He looked like a beautiful mess.

Hongjoong's bowed lips were opened slightly, and bottomless eyes kept watching Seonghwa.

"Got it. You lose this round, Kim."

Disbelieving laughter tumbled out of Hongjoong's mouth. He closed his legs towards his body and rolled backwards, out of Seonghwa's reach. His hand came up to rub at his sensitive neck, distracted. Seonghwa could see his fingers tremble.

"You really have to be suicidal. Getting so close to my throat..."

Seonghwa gave a dry snort while he stood up with wobbly knees. Quickly, he composed himself.

"I could say the same. You always let alphas overpower you like this?"

"No." Hongjoong grinned cheekily. "Just you." He even dared to throw a playful wink in.

With another snort, Seonghwa went to collect his things. Hongjoong behind him did the same, both ignoring their obvious problems. None of them was ready to act on that kind of tension yet without having a rut as an excuse.

However, not speaking at all would have been worse, so Seonghwa tried himself at small talk. Thankfully, Hongjoong didn't deem it as too awkward.

"Are you going home?"

"Yeah. But Jongho can't pick me up just yet. Gotta wait for a few hours." He fastened his pistols on his belt, making eye contact again as he roughly jammed them in their holsters. Seonghwa smirked at him.

"Wanna walk me to my bike then?"

Seonghwa bit his lip when the question slipped out, trying to appear nonchalant. He didn't want to seem too desperate in case Hongjoong didn't want to.

However, the man just nodded and fixed his appearance before following Seonghwa.

The energy around them was kind of awkward. Seonghwa was not sure if it was because they had gone too far or not far enough, but he wouldn't make it even weirder by asking. They went out to where the men had shot the bridge down again and stepped up next to each other on the steep ledge leading down. Over the deafening noise of millions of litres of water, a conversation was nearly impossible.

Hongjoong grinned when Seonghwa adjusted his weapon and made sure his boots sat snugly on his feet.

"Ladies first," Hongjoong offered with a grand gesture of his hand, making Seonghwa scoff. Still, he took a quick run-up and jumped down into the waterfall just like he had done earlier. The current immediately picked him up and took him away. He just let himself be carried, helping speed up with just a few kicks. He had trained for a long time to hold his breath up to eight minutes, and he wouldn't be down here for so long.

He was rushing through an underground tunnel system that led him right out of the palace and into their lake again. He resurfaced outside in the twilight of the evening with a big gasp, feeling once again refreshed from the cold water. After slicking his hair back, he began swimming over to the cliff he had parked his bike upon.

He was already a few meters up on the wall climbing when Hongjoong appeared and followed up. He had been so decent to close his suit at least a bit more to he wouldn't get too many scratches on his bare skin.

They climbed in relative silence. Hongjoong was slightly diagonal from Seonghwa in order to not get hit by any dirt and stones he kicked loose, and both of them were far too busy breathing in the humid air to keep up their little talk.

Seonghwa arrived on top first and waited for Hongjoong to come up next to him while he looked out over the scenery. This was the reason why Africa was one of his favourite continents. He loved the landscapes and animals here. And, as a given, the cultural heritage too.

Hongjoong dusted his wet suit off that stuck even more to his curves after rising. Seonghwa nodded at him to go, and they walked over to the path slowly. Hongjoong went first and played the gentleman by holding large leaves out of Seonghwa's way for him. Every time he did that, Seonghwa rolled his eyes a little.

However, his tactics worked slightly. Seonghwa found himself sending him appreciative glances from time to time.

With how tough of an alpha Seonghwa was, nobody would ever dare hold leaves out of his path. It made a lot of sense the simple gesture made him feel warm.

They found his bike right where he had hidden it behind the bushes. Seonghwa went right to locking his bag away from Hongjoong's curious eyes, but he didn't mount the bike just yet. He had to find some way of goodbye first.

"I could take you."

No, not what he meant! Gods, why was he continuously being dumb towards this man?!

Hongjoong rose an amused brow at him.

"You know, if you tell me what direction Jongho will come from, I can take you there. Maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle," he coolly played it off and slicked his blonde hair back once again. He thought about changing his shirt, but he didn't want to undress in front of Hongjoong right now.

"Is this you paying back that favour from Japan?" Hongjoong coyly pushed his hip out as he shifted his weight. Cheekily, he crossed his arms, but his face was open.

"This is me accepting that it's only fair if I offer it, too. Who knows, the mosquitos might get just as dangerous to you as the yakuza can be to me."

Hongjoong chuckled, but he stepped closer with a hum.

"Alright then, biker boy. Tell me what to do."

Oh, Seonghwa would love to tell him different things he could do, but for now, he just took a seat on his bike first.

"Get on behind me and hold on. Don't fall off if you don't feel the need to, that's basically all of the rules."

Hongjoong gave a cheerful nod at the simple task and then tried to swing his leg over just like Seonghwa always did. Being much smaller, he looked close to clumsy, but he managed after tiptoeing for a moment. His weight pushed the bike down a bit, and then his arms wrapped around Seonghwa's middle securely.

The man nearly choked.

After clearing his throat, Seonghwa kicked the stand off. He twisted the key in the lock without another word and took off through the forest.

San re-connected with him when he noticed Seonghwa's signal moving. His voice was a glorious distraction from Hongjoong's tiny hands that held Seonghwa's sides so strongly.

"Hey, you alright? Coming back? How did your little date go? Just tell us if we have a new pack member now."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and let Hongjoong's voice as he discussed with his own team, too, become white noise.

"Yeah, and no, we don't. I got the piece and will be back home by tomorrow. Ask Yunho to draw a nice hot bath by the time I come home, please."

"That bad?"

Seonghwa just inhaled to answer when he noticed Hongjoong's fingers sneaking downwards. He pretended to be oblivious as he kept talking. Seonghwa tried to concentrate on the nightly road while the other man sneakily unbuckled his belt from behind.

"Just might need a break. You try to find out where the next piece is. I think there should be like... Two more? Maybe? Do a scan and piece them together."

"Aye, Captain... I'm gonna assume you won't tell me things until you're back here?" San sounded disappointed to not be part of the gossip.

"I won't. Who knows who might listen in." Seonghwa's breath got stuck in his throat when Hongjoong's gloved fingers slipped into his pants and wrapped around his still hard length. Teasingly, he ran one finger over the tip while the other dipped down to grab his base in a firm grip. Damn, it was too warm out here for this.

"Boring. But fine, I will. Call me when you're in the jet. Want Yunho to babble to you?"

"N-no, not today. I'll contact you again later. Remember the bath!"

"Yeah, yeah, grandpa." With that, San tapped out again for the moment, leaving Seonghwa to deal with Hongjoong.

Aware of the camera on his ear, Seonghwa gave his best not to look down, but he wanted to see those hands around his member so desperately.

So, in the end, he did, a low moan escaping him as he saw how Hongjoong worked him with lazy flicks of his wrist. He was smearing Seonghwa's precome everywhere, staining his pants, yet it was undeniably hot to see.

Seonghwa noticed Hongjoong having fallen quiet behind him only when he brattily chided him for not looking at the road.

Seonghwa did, but not for long. His orgasm was approaching fast from all the waiting, and he wasn't going to let Hongjoong get away with this again.

Thus, he pulled the bike to a stop under a nearby tree and left the lights on, as he leaned it on its stand.

With one rough pull, he had lifted Hongjoong and was pulling the man over his body to straddle his lap. Hongjoong did so with a lovely giggle, his tiny frame easy to manhandle.

Seonghwa stared up at the man's delicate face for a second. He was all soft and pointy features that put together an innocent face that was entirely out of place on this robber, killer, and siren.

Hongjoong chuckled again as he leaned forward to scent Seonghwa now, too. He ground his hips down in the same movement, and Seonghwa bared his neck for him as he helped the man move his hips against his own hardness.

The instinct to pull away was nearly overpowering Seonghwa, but he let the man breathe in his scent as much as he wanted, and leave his own in his wake too. Breathless little gasps escaped Hongjoong as their movements quickened until Seonghwa slipped a hand down his open suit again to adjust the other man's hardness.

His fingers brushed against something unusually firm, but in the dark of the night, he couldn't see anything and brushed it off to be a belt buckle or something.

He pushed Hongjoong's hardness down to his thigh, making it align with his leg. Like this, the tip was barely covered by the fabric of his suit, creating a pretty outline.

They made each other come out there in the middle of the night. Seonghwa covered both of their bodies with sticky semen while Hongjoong painted his thigh white.

Only after they had calmed down, they picked up their ride again. None of them mentioned it during the rest of their journey.