| ⚙ | “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.
“Thanks for warning me, though?”
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