NSFW DJCom Fics

Clothed

DJ can't remember how he got himself into this situation. Currently, his arms were tied to the back and shirtless. His pants were still intact and worn; however, as Commander bent down to his height (DJ was sitting on the floor, legs spread), he felt his pants being unzipped just enough to where Commander got access to his clothed bulge.

Commander's previously serious face turned smug. "You're red," he quipped and trailed a finger gently down his abs, just barely stopping at DJs happy trail. DJ gave a small, quiet groan at Commander, his hips slightly canting upward. His arms pulled against the ropes, further emphasizing how desperate he was for touch. Commander prodded his bulge with his pointer finger which earned a joyful twitch.

When he finally pulled his underwear down, DJ's cock, already hardened to fullness, sprung out.

"Aw, look, someone's happy," Commander teased and slid his thumb against DJ's red tip. DJ's knee kicked up at the sudden touch. Commander hummed. "Is this good? Do you want more?" Commander began to stroke DJ, using some spit and pre to slick it up. DJ let out a strained groan. The bounds keeping him back from touching Commander were driving him to insanity.

"Fuck, Comm, please," he begged.

"Please what?"

DJ groaned once again, this time with more desperation. "Touch me more," His voice grew in volume, causing Commander to smirk. He didn't reply, instead opting to trace a finger down his length. His hips bucked into Commander's touch. "C'mon, babe…" DJs voice dipped into sexual irritation, his voice growing gravely and deep. Commander swallowed slightly and shifted his weight.

"You're so handsome," Commander cooed, finally spitting into the palm of his hand and stroking. "Hmm, so big." Commander knelt down and dragged his tongue along the side of his cock. His lips ended at the top of DJ's cock and he gave a small, gentle kiss. DJ grunged at the worship, squirming against his binds ever so slightly. His strokes sped up gradually, flooding DJ in pleasure, which allowed Commander to go lower until he was able to suck and lick at his balls.

DJ moaned at the attention to his lower region. Commander was taking full advantage and by god DJ loved it. He let out small moans as he licked. The stroking of his cock started to get sloppy due to Commander's heavy attention to his balls. The lewd slurping and humming sounds coming from the Commander made DJ's cock twitch.

Commander pulled back with a loud, wet pop. He glanced at DJ's scrunched and red face with a proud smile. The Commander then slid his underwear and pants down, the dark clothing riding low against his hips. His cock, flushed and already beading with precum, poked through the small opening of his boxers. He was a little embarrassed that he was getting so worked up over just touching DJ, but he ignored it, swallowing back his complaint. DJ glanced at his dick and almost snickered. Before he could actually tease Commander for it, the man went back down and slid the tip of his tongue over his slit.

His lips attacked his dick with many kisses. Some more rough than others, but he still covered all he could with sloppy kisses and pecks. DJ swore he saw white. Commander licked his lips slowly and dove back in, moving down to kiss his tightening balls. His tongue licked for a second until he turned back to his previous ministrations. DJ loved the feeling of Commander's soft lips pressing against his dick. He just couldn't look away as Commander kissed and lapped at his member, their eyes locking occasionally.

He took no time to completely swallow DJ down. Commander weakly gagged, his throat constricted around the length. His eyes squeezed shut when he realized he couldn't completely deepthroat him and he pulled back a little bit. He used his hands to fill in the space his mouth couldn't take. Commander's eyes met DJ's own, just peering over his sunglasses, his pupils blown and eyes watery. DJ gnawed at his bottom lip. He was close to cumming just by Commander's mouth and hands.

Commander sucked at DJ's cock eagerly. His free hand palmed at his own hardening dick, which twitched slightly. He felt overwhelmingly warm and giddy from the entire situation, just being able to pull DJ into complete debauchery made his stomach coil. One more glance into DJ's eyes forced a growl out of the man.

"Commander- Comm, babe, I'm gonna cum," DJ warned. His voice was hoarse. Commander just brought a hand up to his balls and massaged gently, coaxing him.

He quickly came off of his dick. A small string of drool connected Commander's lips to the head of DJ's cock. "Cum on my face, honey," Commander gave a small kiss to the tip of his cock one last time. And so he did. With a startling, strained groan, DJ finally came. Streaks of white painted Commander's face. Around the same time as DJ, Commander came to his own orgasm, his cum spurting against DJ's legs. His jeans were probably fucked to no return, covered in cum, sweat, and drool, but DJ couldn't care less. The two panted in unison until Commander leaned back and swallowed heavily. DJ turned his attention to the small man with rapt attention.

DJ's sharp teeth clenched tightly when he looked down at the Commander. He watched as the man brought a finger up to the cum on his cheek and slid it through, only to bring it up to his mouth. His pink tongue popped out between his swollen, wet lips and he tasted DJ, gently sucking at his index finger. He pulled his finger out with a quiet pop and his face contorted into a smug, yet spent, smile.

"You taste good."

DJ felt his cock twitch once again.