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"Don't move so much."
It was hard, though- Genos' hands on his back and shoulders felt so damn good. Saitama had never had a massage before. He already liked it a lot, just like he'd learned to like a lot of new things his boyfriend had introduced to him. Really, love was one of them. All of the touching came with it.
"You keep- ahhhngh- you keep kneading me in just the right place, though, babe..." the bald man protested, wriggling, his toes curling against the hardwood floor. "Feels good."
Genos smiled. "I'm glad." He continued the massage, metal digits deftly working against tight, taught muscles. "I can assure you, Saitama- this feels as good for me as it does for you."
"Pfft- Genos, you're cheesy. That's cheesy." Scoffing, the elder hero leaned back a bit, kissing wherever he could manage- it happened to be the cyborg's chin. "Maybe I could give you a massage next. I might not be good at it, but I'll hold back my strength."
"Ah... it wouldn't have the same effect on me... or, any at all, really."
"Oh." Saitama nearly forgot about that- he knew the other was made of mostly metal and silicon and such, but saw him as a human. He struggled to see him as anything else. "Hey... how 'bout we finish this later? C'mere."
Next thing he knew, the teen was being pressed into the futon behind them, lying down, having lazy kisses peppered all over his face. He laughed a little, touching his partner's cheek with one hand, his shoulder with the other.
"I just wanna relax with you," Saitama continued, planting a kiss on his lips then. "The massage was nice... but, well, cuddling with you is better, I think."
Perfectly content with this, Genos nodded, pulling his boyfriend close down next to him. They both eventually fell asleep in the sun, napping the afternoon away together in quiet bliss.