NSFW DJCom Fics

Handholding & Kissing

Soft kisses quickly turned heated and sloppy. They weren't drunk this time, only fueled by mutual love. It was rare when they'd get a night to themselves; Commander was always so busy with other work that they never got to spend time with each other.

Commander shifted himself into DJ's lap, his fingers tightened around DJ's bicep. The bed creaked loudly with their combined weight. They were both just basking in each other's presence, enjoying the warmth radiating from their bodies. DJ's room was quite cold…just chilly enough that it was difficult to pull away from each other's warmth. However, with their shared body heat growing excessive with arousal, it seemed to heat up the room as well (as cheesy as it sounds).

DJ gently pushed Commander's chest so Commander was now laying on his back with DJ draping himself over his torso. He smiled at the smaller man, his sharp teeth just slightly glinting in the dim lamp light. DJ leaned in slowly, examining Commander's expression and, without any complaint from Commander, kissed him. Commander let out a muffled sound of surprise before quickly relaxing. He wrapped his arms around DJ, his fingers gently caressing the back of DJ's head (jostling his headphones and hat in the process).

Commander's lips were warm and soft and DJ couldn't get enough. He slipped his tongue inside the Commander's mouth, earning a moan from the man. Commander's hand drifted away from the back of DJ's head and placed themselves on each side of DJ's jawline. He tilted DJ's head slightly so they could embrace closer. DJ hummed into the kiss, content with their position. Despite his contentment, DJ wanted more.

As they made out, DJ popped open Commander's jacket, revealing his white shirt and dog tag. He then shoved up the shirt, exposing his nipples and stomach to DJ. They didn't stop kissing until DJ pulled back. A string of spit still connected their now red lips. Commander whined at the loss, chasing his lips. DJ quickly satisfied his want though, as he began moving down. He left wet kisses and gentle nips as he went downward. One bite was left in the crook of Commander's neck, making Commander gasp and twitch against him. Then, as he drifted farther, he gave a wet, open-mouthed kiss on each of Commander's puffy nipples. Commander arched into the touch. DJ huffed out a laugh at his eagerness and, in the heat of the moment, bit down in the meat around Commander's left nipple. The indents flushed red from his bite.

It didn't seem like Commander minded either. He was moaning loudly, grinding against and clawing at DJ. DJ left more love bites, admiring his work as he pulled back for a second. He dove back in, attacking Commander's stomach with dark hickeys and kisses. Commander's legs, which were wrapped around the back of DJ, tightened in pleasure, basically trapping DJ against him.

Commander felt waves of warmth course over him as DJ kissed his body. DJ enjoyed the fact he could just touch and love on his boyfriend for once as he focused more on Commander's pleasure just for the time being. His kisses finally ended at Commander's happy trail. DJ brushed his hand across the thin line of hair, and skimmed over Commander's waistband, earning an exaggerated shiver from Commander. DJ smirked as he noticed the small tent in Commander's pants. Commander blushed in embarrassment, glancing away and swallowing nervously. "Look at me," DJ cooed. Commander flicked his eyes back to the larger man, his face getting redder.

DJ unbuckled Commander's belt slowly, staring him in the eyes as he did so. A smug smirk was on his face. The belt was thrown off the bed with a loud clunk, the sound ringing in harmony with the blood pounding in Commander's ears. DJ then hooked his fingers through the belt loops and pulled his pants down. Now, Commander was left with his shirt ridden up and in boxers. DJ didn't take off his boxers, instead opting to palm his throbbing cock. Commander keened at the attention, his hips lifting off the bed. DJ used his other hand to squeeze Commander's thigh.

He wrapped his hand around Commander's clothed length, completely covering his cock with warmth. Commander's face scrunched in pleasure. DJ gently stroked Commander through his boxers and snickered at how droplets of pre-cum seeped through the cloth. Commander was getting wetter with each stroke. "DJ, I'm gonna cum…st-stop," Commander gasped and wrapped his hand around DJ's wrist. DJ stopped as requested. Noticing DJ's worried expression, Commander quickly reconciled him. "I just…wanted to do more than just touching."