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Finally. The tell-tale ring of the phone he'd been waiting for; Saitama clicked 'answer' and put the device up to his ear, smiling although the party on the other line couldn't see.
"Genos! Did you make it there alright?"
The bald man could practically hear the smile on his cyborg boyfriend's face. "Yes, we arrived at the convention center without incident. I am sorry it took me so long to call... as soon as we got there, people were waiting for us to get autographs. It took nearly two and a half hours. I am in my roon now, but I have something to go to later. I'm tired..."
Saitama couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Genos. He got roped into going to some bullshit Hero Association conference all the way in City J- only the S Class and top ten A Class heroes were invited, so of course 'Caped Baldy' had to stay behind. Demon Cyborg himself had protested to no avail- they'd be apart for three days.
It felt like an eternity already.
"Take a nap, then, babe. No one would blame ya. You're alone, right? They gave you a room to yourself?"
"Yes..." Genos sighed. "I could, but- but I want to talk to you. I miss you already. I really wanted you to come."
The elder let out a soft 'aww.' "I gotta admit, I miss you already too. 's not the same in the apartment without you. I love you..."
"Ah! I love you, too, my Saitama... I will be back on Sunday." The blond blushed, feeling giddy but slightly melancholy at the same time. "Until then, just think of me as a text or phone call away. If I'm busy while you call, just leave a voicemail and I will call you back as soon as I can. They booked me heavily for this thing- I really dislike interacting with the press and fans, and they know that, but..."
"Hey, at least you're not sharing a room with Sweet Hair, or whatever that dude's name is!" Saitama laughed, though he really was glad that Genos didn't have to share a room with that guy. He didn't trust him, especially around his boyfriend.
"Sweet Mask... yes, a relief indeed. I am happy to have my solitude in such a time like this- although I still wish you were here. The bed is nice and big." A yawn escaped the teen's lips. "Mmh... I think I may take that nap you suggested."
That was alarming. Their conversation was over already?! But- but Saitama didn't want it to be. Thinking quick, he spouted some line he'd heard on a drama CD- maybe he'd get something out of this.
"Hah... well, b-before you go... what would you do to me, right now, if you were here?"
Genos paused- the bald man could practically hear his confusion, until...
"Are you trying to initiate phone sex, Saitama?"
"... yep. Is it working?"
There was a gentle hum on the other line, as well as another pause. Saitama waited patiently, already getting hard in anticipation.
"Well, let's see. What would I do to you, right now, if I were there..."