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Scent/DJ Solo

DJ absolutely loved when Commander wore his clothing. It never failed to spark that fire of arousal deep inside him. And fortunately for DJ, Commander was gone that night. He was out on night patrol with Sniper which meant DJ was alone with his horny thoughts.

Alongside that, Commander was previously wearing his shirt and had taken it off just before he left. That meant that his scent was still strong on the clothing. This allowed DJ to indulge in his overwhelming desire…

DJ pulled the shirt up to his nose and inhaled. It smelt of something so ineffably Commander. He could smell the sweet, almost addicting scent of his body wash, slightly tinged with DJ's own. It was slightly embarrassing how hard he was already getting just by his boyfriend's scent. But he chose to ignore it.

His hips canted upward into nothing as he clenched his shirt in his hands. The hard-on he had throbbed in warm arousal. DJ growled, his eyes fluttering shut behind his glowing visor. His hand that wasn't clutching the shirt drifted down his abs and stopped at the rim of his grey sweatpants. DJ looked down and blushed. The large tent in his pants was painfully noticable and he could already see a small wet spot through the clothing. Glancing away, he then slipped his hand underneath the clothing, pausing just before he did anything else.

For a couple of seconds, he stared at the bedroom door. Through his lust, he knew that if he got caught he would never hear the end of it. Once DJ decided Commander wasn't just going to walk in, he eagerly pulled off his sweatpants. His red, thick cock sprung out. Transparent pre-cum was already beading at his slit. DJ thumbed the head of his cock slowly, gasping softly at the sensation. He leaned up against the headboard of his bed and began to search inside the bedside table.

He eventually found what he was looking for. A relieved and slightly excited smirk found its way on his face. DJ pulled out a nearly empty bottle of lube. He leaned back down onto the bed, his head just slightly resting up on his soft pillow. The bottle popped open fairly easily (after so many uses, it is obvious that it would be easy to open). DJ tipped it over and squirted a generous amount of lube into the palm of his hand. If he were being honest, he didn't really need lube if he was just masturbating. However, at that moment he felt it was necessary.

Anyway, once he decided enough lube was enough, he gingerly wrapped his hand around his girth. The slick warmth enveloping his cock pulled a strained moan from the man. Some extra lube spilled out the sides of his hand. He gave a couple experimental strokes, just trying to get the right speed and feel. He quickly gained confidence as arousal took over his last bit of rationality. Slick sounds and drawn-out groans filled the once quiet room. In the spur of the moment, he grabbed the shirt that was originally placed next to him. The soft, warm clothing served as some sort of comfort to DJ. Though Commander was quite busy, DJ still had something to remind himself of his boyfriend.

His sentimental feeling was quickly swamped by other feelings. DJ's face grew hot as he brought his shirt up to his face, practically smothering himself in it. The combination of Commander's familiar yet addicting scent and the strong jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine made DJ audibly groan. His stroking grew feverish and sloppy, globs of excess lube gathered in the coarse hair at the base of his cock.

DJ bit into the fabric as an attempt to muffle his groaning (it was fairly late at night and DJ didn't have the heart to wake up anyone sleeping in the rooms next to his own). His sharp teeth embedded itself deep into it, a quiet tearing sound was hidden by lewd, slick sounds. By doing that, he was able to take in more of Commander's smell. He closed his eyes in delightful bliss. His imagination was going wild at this point. He partially wished Commander was here just so he could fully indulge in his imagination as the slight longing for his boyfriend kept panging in his gut. Despite his wish, DJ quickly realized that all the stimulation was bringing him close to orgasm.

His thick cock throbbed in his grasp. DJ could barely muffle his groaning. His hand sped up each time he twitched his hips upward, his touch growing ever so slightly more sensitive with every eager stroke. He dropped the shirt from his mouth to let out a wavering growl. DJ could feel warmth build stronger, he was practically fucking into his fist in an attempt to reach his climax. Overbearing heat flooded his senses as the familiar feeling of his orgasm building up hit him.

With one last purposeful inhale of Commander's scent, DJ finally came. His dick twitched and his hands clenched into the bedsheets. Hot cum spurted out of his slit, covering his stomach in white, creamy streaks. His mouth dropped open with a silent cry, eyes clenched and eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Once the initial wave of pleasure passed, DJ completely relaxed onto the mattress, an exhausted, spent sigh leaving his lips.

After a couple of minutes of dozing off, he remembered that his pants were still scrunched at his shins. DJ weakly pulled his sweatpants back up to sheath his now soft cock. He was far too tired to completely clean off the drying seed on himself, instead choosing to wipe it off with the shirt he masturbated to. The white against the black was painfully noticeable, yet DJ couldn't find it in himself to care. The t-shirt fell off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a gentle thump. He didn't cover himself in his blankets, knowing that Commander would probably come back soon and complain about him taking up all the blankets (the thought made DJ snort a little).

Exhaustion eventually consumed him and he fell asleep.

Later that night, Commander quietly walked into DJs room and sighed. DJ was passed out completely on his bed, his limbs splayed out everywhere and loud snores coming from his mouth. He noticed a black blob next to the bed. "Is that the shirt I was wearing?" Commander whispered to himself, kneeling down to pick it up. "I don't recall just throwing it onto the floor." His fingers swiped across teeth-like tears in the shirt. A mysterious clear substance came to his view.

"Huh…? O-Oh my…" Commander flushed a bright red and quietly set the shirt back down where he found it. He would ask DJ about it tomorrow…ignoring the small coiling of satisfaction and giddiness in his chest.