Genos is scrambling, nails running hard across Saitama's back as the hero thrusts into him ruthlessly, almost effortlessly without even breaking so much as a sweat. His power and endurance is intimidating and it has Genos's toes curling, his cock hard inbetween them rubbing only slightly against Saitama's lean stomach. The tip is a burning pink leaking precum as Genos babbles incoherently while Saitama continues to pick up the pace impossibly becoming faster.

It has Genos keening as his fingers dig into the hero's back, his head tilted back against the wall. It invites Saitama to bite and lick at his neck, leaving even more purple splotches on him; by the end of this he's going to look like an animal attacked him. But that's certainly not stopping Saitama.

The air around them is so thick and heavy its making the android dizzy, his eyes closed shut tight as he tries to hopelessly rut back against Saitama who's going too fast for him to keep up. At this rate he's going to cum again, the fourth time tonight and by now release it almost starting to hurt for him. But its still so deliriously good that Genos drools a little bit, face contorted in complete pleasure.

Then, as Genos desperately claws at Saitama's back the hero bites him a final hard time on the neck and he's sparking a little bit as he finally comes, hearing Saitama muffle his growl - he wakes up, with wet boxers.

Its the third time this week and Genos hopes that Saitama hasn't caught on somehow. They have an average sized apartment but Genos is afraid that somehow he's being loud enough to wake him (god forbid he's moaning in his sleep; he burns with embarrassment at the thought). Genos knows for sure though that he hasn't found his underwear yet because he always keeps a close eye on the washing machine. The hero never does any of the chores in the household anymore... besides sometimes taking out the trash.

Genos wonders if he's just hard to read or if Saitama's really oblivious. He changes out of his clothing, wet briefs sticking to him grossly, and steps into the shower quickly rinsing himself off before getting out and changing into a new set of clothes. Then he begins his daily chores, starting off with finding clothes to wash and turning on the television to check of any disasters. He also makes sure both his and Saitama's phones are done charging and unplugs them from the wall so they don't waste electricity.

He wonders sometimes how Saitama got along without him, juggling a career as a salaryman, being a full time superhero, and constantly training. He thinks that the guy kind of deserves a little help for all that he's done for the city, even if they don't acknowledge it.

Anyways.

Genos walks by Saitama's room and takes a peak inside to see if the hero is up already while tying on his apron. He see's a lump on the floor covered with blankets and hears a soft snoring sound as the morning light streams in; its so early not even the birds are chirping yet outside. The city outside is quiet and Genos thinks that he shouldn't disturb him this early. Instead he settles on creeping quietly inside his room, pushing the door open slowly and setting a glass of water on the table side - in case he wakes up and he's thirsty.

The android stops for a moment and watches him, face peaceful with sleep. His chest suddenly becomes a bit tighter than it was before and he walks out of the room quietly as he came in. This is a normal day. Or at least that's what Genos tries to convince himself of as he finishes up tidying around the house and switching over the wet clothes form the washing machine to the dyer.

Somehow Genos convinces himself that its totally normal to have sexual dreams about someone repeatedly, for over a month and goes on about the day as normal. His heart rivets noisily in his chest whenever Saitama brushes his shoulder or calls out his name. It's a normal day.

It's a normal day.