NSFW DJCom Fics

Sleepy

Commander stared at the blank ceiling with a strong glare. DJ had left him hot and bothered before completely knocking out for the night. Now he laid there with a painful boner and a strong feeling of want. His heart pounded in his ears louder and louder with every thud. His lips pursed as he mulled over his limited options.

Jacking off wouldn't do, he already tried. It didn't give him enough stimulation to cum or at least feel pleased from it. Fingering himself was the same thing to Commander but somehow... worse as it felt too scandalous to do that next to his sleeping boyfriend. Commander groaned dramatically.

He needed DJ and he needed him /now/. Commander then flipped over in bed, now facing the sleeping DJ. Said DJ was laying on his back, snoring.

“DJ," Commander whispered as he tried to shake DJ awake, "wake up." No response. He was out. Commander's brow twitched in irritation. In an act of desperation, he planted himself on top of DJ, his ass against DJ's clothed cock. "DJJJJ…" he groaned, grinding against DJ. That seemed to wake him up.

DJ let out a groggy, quiet hum and looked at Commander with a small smile. His smile dipped into mild shock when he realized that Commander wasn’t next to him but instead on his lap, quietly whining. He rubbed his face with his free hand, the other was trapped under the covers.

"...Comm? Are you okay?" DJ stretched a hand out to the man, trying to ignore the small warm feeling developing in his gut at the pressure on his cock. Commander paused as he tried to think of how to word what he wanted to say. He wet his lips and glanced away.

"Let me ride you," he whispered. DJ's breath hitched in surprise.

"E-Excuse me?"

"Please, DJ. You left me without anything…! You don't have to move. Just let me ride you." DJ went red. Commander's tone was starting to get whiny and high-pitched. As exciting as the situation was, DJ was still tired and he really didn't feel like pinning Commander down or anything. He glanced over at the clock which read: 12:35 AM. DJ could barely see anything and he especially couldn't see Commander's eager eyes… it was far too dark.

By the way Commander was kneading his hands against DJ's pecs, DJ almost felt bad. "Sure." Commander perked up. "I'll let you control yourself." DJ fought back a snort at how quick Commander moved to pull down DJ's boxers. His soft cock was held into Commander's warm hands. Commander's warm breath puffed against the tip. The dick was still quite large despite his lack of hardness, which made Commander salivate. Commander's tongue flicked out between his lips and slid against the head. DJ shuddered, a deep, still tired groan escaping him.

Commander then swallowed down DJ with a small gag. DJ jolted upward suddenly. He was fairly used to Commander taking it slow, but this was a very, very different pace (not that he minded anyway). Commander held DJ down a little bit with his own body so he wouldn't jostle him so much. DJ's cock was hard in no time, the slick wetness taking him down wasn't much to get him aroused. "Comm- you're gonna make me cum already," DJ groaned, his now free hands pulling Commander back by his hat. It seemed that DJ's tiredness influenced how long he would last. Before the Commander completely pulled away, he gave a small, wet kiss to the tip, some pre-cum painting his lips while doing so. DJ moaned. "You're so needy," he teased, which went ignored.

Commander decided DJ was both hard enough and wet enough for penetration. He leaned back and pulled off his own underwear, then he spread his legs. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, bringing them down to his puckered hole. He prodded inside his hole with one finger, then two, and it escalated into shallow thrusting. Moans and gasps filled the room as DJ watched with lidded eyes. He was on the verge of going back to sleep, even though he was /rock fucking hard/. Beside that, DJ shook his head trying to keep awake. If Commander wanted it, he was willing, just for him. But… he was letting Commander do all the work anyway, so it couldn't hurt for him to relax a tad bit…

A gasp snapped DJ back into current time. Commander was done stretching himself out and was scootching closer to his throbbing dick. "Is this still ok?" Commander asked before sitting onto his cock. DJ nodded wordlessly. "Good." With that, Commander spread his ass, his hole twitching along it, and moved down. The feeling of DJ cured his lust nearly immediately. His walls clenched around DJ's cock as he grew familiar with the thickness filling his tight hole. He didn't begin to bounce until DJ's weak grip became stronger. The jolt of pleasure that shot through him made him fall forward, his head tilted into DJ's pronounced collarbone.

Knowing DJ wasn't going to assist him, he moved back so that his hands supported his weight, each hand was palm down and beside DJ's thighs. His legs flexed around DJ. Commander whimpered as he bottomed out in that position. Both men were bright red from arousal, droplets of sweat dribbled down Commander's face. Commander heard DJ praise him with a faint "good boy" and that broke the last string of composure Commander had. Commander began to bounce on DJ's cock with little to no restraint.

The pose Commander took emphasized the bulge in his stomach. DJ's cock prodded and slid against his sweet spots in an addicting rhythm. His legs shivered and nearly gave out with every drop. Commander's volume made DJ wince in consideration of everyone else sleeping. "Baby, you're so loud," he said. Commander took a bit of time to fully process what he had said but once he had realized his volume, he bit his lip nearly bloody (slightly embarrassed). DJ leaned back down onto his pillow with a fairly lethargic smile on his face.

A whiny mantra of "please" and "fuck" were the only things Commander could seem to say. He didn't take long to get to the brink of orgasm. His cock, which was throbbing and red with need, twitched, small drops of pre-cum beading at it's sensitive slit. Strong waves of overbearing warmth flooded his senses. Orgasm hit him seemingly without warning. His hole convulsed around DJ and his cock spurted out white streaks of cum. DJ wasn't too far behind Commander either. His own climax followed soon after. 

DJ couldn't find it in himself to pull out, so, in a slur of Commander's name and wordless growls, loads of cum filled Commander's hole. His fingers dug into Commander's hips, which were automatically twitching away from the stimulation. DJ's shark-like teeth clenched into a groan, the teeth glinting in the moon's light. DJ's own hips smacked against Commander's ass a couple more times before completely relaxing, pre-orgasm exhaustion consuming him. Commander slid off of DJ and flopped next to him, sweaty and heaving. He could feel cum bubble out of his asshole which made him groan in satisfaction.

He turned to DJ, darkness making it difficult to see if DJ was responsive or not. "Thank you," he mumbled. No response… except for a stupidly loud snore. Commander paused. He's already asleep. Of course he is. He sighed. "...Goodnight, dear." Commander leaned forward and planted a kiss on his boyfriend's temple, then flipped over and curled into a ball, choosing to ignore the stickiness between his legs. He would deal with that later.