Crown

23. The Tables Turn

Smuuut

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Yunho had received them right at the entrance and taken Yeosang in his arms after they had come home. Mingi and Jongho had thankfully regained consciousness during the journey, even if Jongho was complaining about a headache. They had made sure everybody was accounted for and put to rest in the various rooms in Seonghwa's home. San had hidden himself away in the gym and had been angrily punching away at a dummy when Seonghwa had last checked up on him.

By now, he and Hongjoong were sitting opposite of each other on the couches in Seonghwa's room. Both of them had gotten rid of their heavy gear, and the top few buttons of Seonghwa's shirt were open. He had also rolled up the sleeves to his forearms to work better on the pieces they had collected.

Hongjoong had brought his parts, too, and now it was time to piece them together. According to what Yongguk had told Seonghwa, it created a key to the actual treasure he was searching for, and it was his duty to find it. When Seonghwa had first heard these words they had seemed like a pointless riddle to him, but now he saw it, too. When they pieced the whole round thing together, the middle was still missing. And Seonghwa knew where that heart was. It was in the icy mountains of the Himalaya, still stuck on the jacket his mom had carried in her luggage all those years ago. After the explosion, nobody had ever tried going for the luggage, and it seemed like it now was the time to do exactly that.

He told Hongjoong about the story and saw a hint of sympathy and understanding in his features.

"So that was what you meant with your job do to, huh?"

"I recognized the material and trusted Yongguk with it. Now it all makes sense."

Hongjoong un-crossed his legs and leaned forward again to examine the pieces. As he did, Seonghwa got a view of his impressive chest that seemed to push against its restrains of the partly opened catsuit.

Seonghwa made the mistake of letting his eyes travel even lower, down the line of the silver zipper, only to find it disappearing between his legs. That catsuit would sure show a fine few if it were to be opened.

Hongjoong manspreading didn't help the situation. Instead, Seonghwa's eyes were now stuck to things he hadn't seen before with the man having crossed his legs, and he sure was distracted.

It was only when Hongjoong amusedly snapped his fingers in front of Seonghwa's lowered eyes that he noticed how hungrily he had been staring at Hongjoong. Sheepish, he lifted his head again.

"Sorry. I know we have the amulet to struggle with, and also two shaken packs to deal with, but I'm just too tired today. It's been a long few days." Seonghwa closed his eyes with a sigh as he leaned back and pushed his hands through his hair. It was mussed up by all the action today, and some strands were stubbornly falling into his eyes no matter how often he flicked them back.

Hongjoong gave an understanding hum. Then, without further warning, he crawled over the glass desk and right onto Seonghwa's lap.

Startled, the blond man opened his eyes again as he felt Hongjoong's muscular thighs frame his hips, his hand immediately going for his waist. The latex was warm underneath his fingers as he spread them to nearly enclose all of the man. Their eyes met for a moment before Hongjoong ducked down to Hwa's neck to scent him.

"Let me take that edge off you, then. I'll help you relax, and then we'll sleep over it. Nepal can wait until we're ready."

Seonghwa tipped his head back to leave Hongjoong to work as he gently sucked at the still fresh hickeys on Seonghwa's neck to make them deeper and darker. His fingers had deftly started to open the buttons on Seonghwa's shirt while Seonghwa's hands were still skimming over his curves and smoothing down his thighs.