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“Yeah yeah, almost…there! Did ya see Genos!” Saitama shouts over the sounds of his Tendo Switch game on screen to Genos, who’s busy in the kitchen preparing food.
“That boss stood no chance against sensei’s might,” Genos answers while he stirs the hotpot and puts it on simmer. He looks as Saitama’s fingers fly around the controller as he hits a new level on side scroller Crockman 7, a game he loaned from King, gaining a new power up from a capsule he located after a jumping puzzle.
“This’ll be handy,” Saitama comments and proceeds to nail a few more enemies with the character’s strong buster that he’s controlling. “Yeah, take that! These enemies pose no challenge to a pro gamer!”
Genos comes to sit next to his sensei on seiza and looks at the screen, then back to Saitama. A sudden lightbulb moment hits him and he smiles to himself, a devious idea forming. Sensei was not challenged enough by this video game? Then Genos would provide some additional challenge. He moves behind Saitama and hugs his sensei from behind, to which Saitama makes a confused “hm?”-sound.
“Did ya need something Genos?” Saitama inquires, “I’m a bit busy with this game right now.”
“Oh nothing sensei, I was just wondering…” at this, Genos' hands start to conspicuously wander around Saitama’s body and he leans forward, whispering into Saitama’s ear, “if you need some… additional challenge because this game is obviously too easy for you.”
Genos’ breath in Saitama’s ear is quite distracting and Saitama’s character almost falls down into a pit, but Saitama manages to save his character just in the nick of time. “Phew, almost fell down…” Saitama sighs. “What kind of challenge didja have in mind, Genos?”
“Just play the game sensei, you’ll see,” Genos merely answers cryptically.
Saitama blinks. “Ok. Just note when food is ready.” He concludes and resumes playing. Saitama takes note how Genos’ hand’s move around his body and the breath in his ear cannot be just outright ignored because Genos was so aware of his weak spots.
“If you get to the next level without losing a life…” Genos voice is low and seductive in his ear, “then I will reward you with anything you’d like , sensei.”
Saitama’s brain freezes and this time, enemies hit him enough times that his character’s life bar goes into the red, but he barely manages to save himself from dying and resumes combat. Genos was obviously having some fun while distracting him, Saitama thinks.
“Geez Genos, you sure know how to both distract and motivate a guy,” Saitama states. He barely makes it to the end level, faces the boss and despite being low on health, manages to barely beat the ring throwing boss and proceeds to the next level, back at full HP.
“Phew, that boss almost got me…” Saitama exhales and leans back to Genos’ chest and Genos’ hands support him from the front. Unexpectedly, Genos pulls Saitama to sit on his lap so his hands have more reach and he rests them on Saitama’s thighs, conspicuously close to his groin and Saitama becomes hyper aware of what Genos might be planning.
“Is there anything you might want, sensei? Food is not ready for another 47 minutes,” Genos asks suggestively and nips on Saitama’s ear. “Anything you want.”
Saitama flushes from head to toe. “I uuh…I can’t think of anything right now,” Saitama’s character promptly drops off a cliff because he got too immersed thinking about what Genos could be doing to him. That was one life out of the extra 3 he got and he was left with 2.
“Or you could give me free reign to do what I like, sensei,” Genos emphasizes what he means by grabbing Saitama’s pectorals though his shirt and giving them a squeeze.
Saitama groans. “Yea, do whatever you like,” he mumbles, even as he tries his best to focus on the game, Genos’s roaming hands and breath on his neck are extremely good at distracting him from the task of controlling his character through the levels and his control starts slipping.
Genos proceeds to nip his other ear, exhales and licks a line from his neck down to his shoulder and Saitama makes a tiny moan in response. Genos’ hands lift his red shirt to free his pecs and palms and tweaks his nipples. Saitama’s character gets destroyed by a terrain obstacle this time and he’s left with only one life.
Genos hums to his ear. “If you can beat the final boss without losing a life, I can make you feel really good, Saitama-sensei,” Genos silky voice of promises are like honey in Saitama’s ear and he finds it really difficult to focus on not dying inside the video game, because Genos is still twiddling his nipples and his tongue is attacking his erogenous zone behind his ear.
“Ok, ok, I can- nngh, I can do that…” Saitama barely makes it past the obstacles and faces yet another boss. He can barely multitask through all these sensations of Genos toying with his body and trying to control his character through a difficult level.
“Very good, sensei.” Genos' right hand begins to travel south from Saitama’s abused nipples, below the waistband of his sweatpants and directly rubs his growing erection through his underwear. “You deserve a reward for being such a great player with the capacity to focus even through distractions and being able to multitask, Saitama-sensei.” To emphasize his point, Genos again nips Saitama’s earlobe.
Genos insistently rubs Saitama’s hardon and Saitama can no longer focus on just the game, while Genos has fun toying with his body and suddenly he’s hit with a game over screen where his character explodes into pieces as Genos palms his cock, his other hand lifting Saitama’s jaw so Genos’ mouth can explore his neck more and use his tongue to lick a line up and down his jugular.
Saitama sets the controller down as fast and as gently as he can, surrendering himself to the sensations of Genos’ hands and tongue making short work out of him and his self-control. “Did…did I win anything, Genos?” He asks breathlessly, pressing himself against Genos’ strong and heated body.
Genos “hmm’s” noncommittally.
Saitama squirms and moans when Genos’ fingers twist his nipples again and he leans his head to the side so Genos gains more access to his neck, yelping when Genos actually lightly bites down on his shoulder. “Aaah- hnn…” Saitama moans, eyes closed, his game completely forgotten. His nipples were always his weakest point and Genos loved to exploit any kind of weakness, he found out.
Genos has enough of thumbing Saitama’s nipples and glides his hands around to Saitama’s hip bones and below his waistband again, making teasing motions and causing Saitama to squirm from the ticklish sensations. Saitama tries to find some purchase for his own hands and decides on Genos’ thighs so he doesn’t squirm out of his lap. His erection is already at full mast and Genos has barely even started.
Finally Genos’ right hand moves towards his groin, beneath his boxers and palms his neglected cock in his hands and slowly encircles it and glides his hand around the crown, at which Saitama cannot help but moan out loud.
Genos always knew how to make him feel so good and this time is no exception. Saitama leans fully behind into Genos, the cyborg providing support for his back with his steady figure and tries to buck for more contact but Genos’ speed remains slow and steady, both infuriatingly teasing and enticing pace.
“Aah… haah…Genos, please…” Saitama moans and twitches as Genos’ expert hands continue to work him into ecstasy. His underpants are most certainly in good need of a wash from all the pre-cum his hardened member keeps oozing. Genos' warm hand pulls his underwear past his balls and grabs around the base of his member and starts slowly pumping him, making Saitama groan loudly.
Saitama can no longer take the teasing and falls to his side so he rests sideways on Genos’ lap, quickly kicking off his sweatpants and allowing Genos to lower his underwear to his thighs and continue with the attention he showers on Saitama’s erection. Genos spits on his own hands for lubrication, spreads it and finally starts pumping Saitama’s cock in earnest. Saitama can’t do anything but enjoy the glorious feeling of both of Genos' hands creating a slick tunnel for his cock to fill in and he hides his face behind his arms, upper body and legs dangling at the sides while his ass rests on top of Genos’ legs.
“Gah, Genos- please, I’m close…” Saitama moans and twitches each time Genos’ palms hit the crown of his cock, while Genos dribbles lubricating saliva from his mouth directly onto his member and makes everything slick, hot and absolutely divine when he applies just a bit of pressure around his foreskin and glans, twisting his wrist for extra pleasure. Saitama does not last long at all as Genos keeps handling his cock meticulously, with the explicit purpose of getting him off. His whole body tingles and his groin is on fire from the sexual arousal.
“Gen- AH!” Saitama screams salaciously and comes in a hard spurts right on top of his abs and almost sees stars while Genos milks him for the rest of his seed. Saitama tries to even out his breath, arms still shielding his ravaged and blushing self from Genos.
“Did sensei like this additional challenge?” Genos impishly asks.
“Oh yea, this is quite the challenging encounter, trying not to cum instantly…haha…” Saitama laughs. He removes his arms out of his eyes so he can see Genos wearing his patented self-satisfied smirk and pulls himself up so he’s once again sitting on Genos’ lap, arms wrapping around Genos’ neck for support.
“Is food ready or do I still have time to, you know…”
“Food is ready in approximately 19 minutes.”
Saitama grins. “Perfect.” He proceeds to pull Genos into a fervent kiss. “I know just the thing to pass time,” he says, hands groping at Genos’ belt buckle.
Genos puts his hands on both sides of Saitama’s head and kisses him again. “18 minutes should be just enough time, sensei.”
Saitama answers with another passionate kiss.