NSFW DJCom Fics

Call

DJ and Commander called every night ever since DJ went back to his hometown for the holidays. It had become a part of his routine. Wake up, get ready, go to work, come back, call with Commander for hours, and then go to sleep (sometimes still on call). Then it would repeat.

However, as DJ called Commander earlier one night, he was welcomed with a different view. Commander was a bright red and his glasses, which were usually on when they'd talk, were off. His pupils were blown wide with what could only be described as lust. DJ cocked a brow.

"Did I interrupt something?" He asked, a small tint of amusement in his tone. DJ could hear sounds of sheets ruffling, then Commander put on his glasses with a trembling hand.

"No, no! You're fine, you didn't interrupt anything," he gritted out, embarrassed. Commander's squeaky and strained voice made DJ realize why Commander was so red. His smirk grew.

"Were you just masturbating?"

The long pause from Commander answered his question. He could see Commander try to think of a sugar coated answer. After a couple of seconds, he finally piped up.

"I missed you," Commander mumbled, looking away from the screen. His jaw was clenched.

"Aww, baby, you missed me?" DJ cooed. An idea quickly popped into his head. "I missed you too." He watched as Commander's eyes softened from their original glare. Before Commander could reply to him, DJ spoke again, this time with a more smug tone.

"Why'd you stop?" Thus causing Commander to sputter out of surprise.

"I hadn't gotten far. I- I was just…"

"Just?"

A pause.

"F-Fingering myself."

"Oh really? Can I see?" DJ pushed more. He had an idea set in mind and he wasn't letting go.  He knew Commander would soon get the gist, but at this rate, it wasn't soon enough for him.

Commander's face flushed darker at the question. His lips pursed in contemplation for just a second. "Only if you join me." DJ wanted to pat himself on the back. Admittedly, he felt giddy at the thought of mutual masturbation.

"Deal."

DJ's screen went dark for a couple of seconds, the sound of a belt unbuckling rang in Commander's ears. Commander shifted, his bed creaking in protest. He laid back onto his pillows so he could hike his leg up and slide a finger down his abdomen, stopping at his cock. Commander glanced at his phone again to realize DJ was back. He was staring intently at Commander, his eyes focused on Commander vulnerable parts.

He tilted his phone back just enough so DJ could get a better look of everything. His hole was in full display to the camera with his fingers placed just beside it.

"You've got such a pretty hole," DJ praised. Commander's blush reddened. Commander slipped his middle finger inside himself, a hiss of satisfaction leaving his lips. One finger turned to two as he began pumping in and out of his tight hole. DJ grumbled encouragement to Commander. Commander whimpered when he brushed against his prostate, his legs twitched at the sensation. His pace quickened as his desire for more grew.

As he watched, DJ pulled his underwear down to his thighs and out sprung his cock, standing fully aroused. He spat into his hand for lubrication and wrapped his large hand around it's girth, some spit gathering at the base. He stroked in tandem with Commander's own surprisingly fast pace. Moans and whines spilled from Commander, just slightly muffled due to the audio quality.

"D-DJ!" He cried out as he once again prodded at his sensitive spots. His hole convulsed around his fingers each time.

Commander began to slow down, worrying that if he continued, he would cum. He let out a small whine once he pulled his fingers out, a small gape left behind. "I don't want to cum yet," Commander reasoned, noticing DJ's pause in confusion. "I have… um… more." His confusion only grew.