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      “That’s amazing…where did you get that kind of power?”

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| ⚙ | “Aaand? Fine. If that’s what you want.”

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“Jeez, Genos...” 

| ⚙ | “I am… a-and sorry. It’s just a little awkward.”

It shouldn’t be, but it was. They’d been dating for a bit now, so sex wasn’t a huge deal. Except it was. Every time it happened, Genos felt new again. Whole. Human. He smiled, trying to return the kiss, but was denied. He nearly growled at that, taking one hand to move Saitama’s face back and using the other to rub at his crotch through his pants.

“Don’t tease me… you kept me waiting long enough.”

“So impatient,” Saitama teased, and he might have teased more, except he was more than adequately distracted by the feeling of Genos’s hand against his crotch. Gasping, he spread his legs further and rolled his hips upwards into the warm friction Genos’s hand provided. Jesus, it had been a while, and although Saitama didn’t really have much of a  sex drive it still felt nice.

| ⚙ | “Mmh- thank you. I’ll tell the doctor- he said he’ll have it ready for sure by my birthday, perhaps earlier.”

Genos was glad that Saitama approved. He was the one who’d be touching it the most. Sighing lightly, the cyborg kissed his boyfriend again, for longer and deeper this time. Despite him having been back for a few days now, sometimes the teen would wake up and worry he’d be alone… luckily, it didn’t happen.

“S-speaking of genitals… it’s been- I mean, I just… we don’t have to right now if you aren’t in the mood, but I… just a suggestion…”

“Oh? You’re in that kind of mood?” Saitama didn’t sound enthused nor disappointed. Mostly he was just thoughtful, tracing his fingertips slow and lazy over Genos’s chest. Then, with a small shrug, he looked up to meet Genos’s eyes again. “You can just say so, you know?” Lifting a hand to Genos’s cheek, he quirked a brow. “You don’t have to be so nervous with me.” 

Hesitating for just a moment, Saitama leaned in to brush his lips over Genos’s, then parted his lips to pull the cyborg’s bottom lip between his teeth, teasing. Then, tilting his head,  he nuzzled his nose against Genos’s cheek, playful.

| ⚙ | “Hey- it’s alright. It’s okay.”

Genos kissed Saitama lightly, rubbing his cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. The last thing the cyborg wanted was for his lover to worry about him. To change the subject, he brought up something that had been on his mind for a few weeks now.

“So… I was wondering. Maybe- I asked Dr. Kuseno already, and he said he could have it ready in a few weeks- maybe I could… get alternative… genitalia. In addition to what I already have. You know- a vagina. Like yours. Because I like yours. And I kind of want one.”

He blushed, averting his gaze. This was embarrassing, but it was an option readily available to him. Why not ask?

“Oh, yeah?” The response is a little distant and non-committal, at first, because Saitama is still a little distracted by the thought of Genos in pieces and the soft feeling of Genos’s lips against his own. When it became obvious Genos was looking to him for some kind of solid response, though, Saitama blinked and did his best to refocus.

“Uh, well — that’s cool? It’s your body, Genos, you should do  whatever you want with it, you know? It hardly matters to me.” Tilting his head slightly, he brushed his fingers through Genos’s hair. “Not like you need my permission to do whatever you like with your body, babe.” 

Honestly, Saitama couldn’t care less. He hadn’t thought that Genos had anything resembling normal genetalia when they first got together; the dick had been a surprise that was neither pleasant or unpleasant. It just... was. And if Genos swapped it  out for something else, Saitama wouldn’t mind that, either.  Although... memories of one thing that had shocked him popped into his mind ( he almost forgets that Genos vibrates, since they don’t use that function very often ) and he laughed under his breath, cheeks warming.

| ⚙ | “Well, I didn’t think they were that big, but… if you really need to, you could fit about half of one of my arms in there. It happens, you know.”

Genos shrugged- it was true, it did. Sometimes he’d come apart and Saitama would have to carry him back to Dr. Kuseno’s. Better to be safe than sorry. His expression did soften, though, at his last comment.

“You- you better not, or you’re going to come back home to a sad cyborg again… I missed you so much.”

He sighed, taking the other’s face in his hands, touching their foreheads together. It wasn’t like the other didn’t know this, already… but maybe he’d be more inclined to stay if he kept saying it. 

Saitama’s face fell a bit at the suggestion. He hated bringing Genos home in pieces — had started hating even more ever since they came together as a couple. Genos was hardly  fragile, but compared to some of the monsters they faced ( and, of course, compared to Saitama himself ) Genos was almost delicate. It was frightening, knowing how easily his boyfriend could be broken — that, if he was broken too far, he might not be able to be fixed...

Pushing those thoughts aside, Saitama snuggled closer instinctively, wrapping his arms around Genos and holding him close. 

| ⚙ | “Mine…”

Genos mumbled under his breath, kissing Saitama, making sure the other knew that he was his and his only. Yeah, he had a possessive streak, but why shouldn’t he? Saitama was the strongest man on earth- in the galaxy, as far as they knew. The cyborg needed to keep him under his watchful eye.

“Ah– right. I did something for you. Almost forgot.”

Behind him was the other man’s bright yellow hero suit- it now had pockets in it, hand-sewn by the teen. He picked it up and roughly shoved it toward his boyfriend’s face. They were big enough for his phone, keys, coin purse, coupons, one of Genos’ hands– hell, they were pretty damn huge.

“So you never forget your fucking shit again, you idiot.”

“Jeez, man — those pockets are huge. What do you expect me to be carrying around in there? You?” Though the words might have come across as a complaint, Saitama was actually pretty impressed, running his fingers over the seams of his  suit’s new pockets. How was it that Genos’s craftsmanship  was always so good? The kid was a quick learner, no doubt,  but still! He checked each of the pockets’ depths with a hum before sitting the suit aside and turning his attention back to Genos again, looking a little baffled.

@hero4fun (cont.)

| ⚙ | “I… signed up for a therapy session at an office in City W. I’m going next week.”

Genos looked kind of nervous as he said this, but it was important to tell the other. He had his hands clasped in his lap and looked down at them, biting his lip a bit.

“Oh, yeah? Good for you, Genos.” 

Saitama didn’t look enthused, but then, he rarely did. Still, he reached over to give Genos’s knee a tight squeeze in a clear display of support. 

| ⚙ | “Aaaah… y-you flatter me, really…!”

Genos blushed, closing his eyes at the kiss. He wanted more, of course, but that could wait. He was filthy, after all. The praise made him feel excellent. Saitama was being so sweet! He had to know he liked it, that it made him tingly and almost… well, aroused. But he kept that to himself.

“Mmh, let’s go home, then… w-would you, um. Consider taking a shower with me, once we get there?”

It was a (fairly) innocent question. Long gone were the days of the cyborg being a loner, so intimacy was second nature to him now. And, after all, he’d really missed the other hero while he was gone. This could be a chance for them to bond.

“Ah... I’m not trying to flatter you. I’m being honest. You did a great job, Genos. You’ve improved a lot.” Saitama knew that he hadn’t really done anything to help Genos in this area — after all, Saitama didn’t know anything about fighting techniques, so he hadn’t taught Genos much of anything in the way of becoming more efficient in  battle, but Saitama still feels proud as Genos’s teacher — and, of  course, as his boyfriend. The thought puts a small smile on his face, and (heedless once more of the gore that covered his boyfriend’s body) reached over to take Genos’s hand as they walked towards the apartment. 

| ⚙ | “Heh… thank you.”

Genos winked at Saitama- he was proud of himself, and Saitama was proud of him. It felt so nice. Not the least bit damaged, save for some guts on his person, the cyborg finally felt like he was getting stronger. He brushed some mysterious organ off of his shoulder and returned to the other hero’s side.

“It wasn’t a big deal, really- just a routine dragon level threat. I am going to need a shower and change of wardrobe, though.”

Yes, he knew a dragon level threat was probably child’s play to the bald man… but, still. He decided not to dwell on that for now.

“Yeah, of course.” Saitama had long gotten over any squicks he might’ve had about gore — he didn’t give it a second thought when he came over to wipe some of the blood off Genos’s silicone cheeks before leaning in to press a kiss to the area that he’d cleared. It wasn’t like him, actually, to be so affectionate in public, but it wasn’t like there was anybody around.