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Out of all the things that could have possibly happened to Commander, he honestly wouldn't have imagined this.

DJ was quite literally fucking his brains out. Their combined moaning and gasping filled the stuffy bedroom air. The two of them stared lustfully into one another's eyes, both of their faces red hot with pleasure. Commander felt blissful as DJ continuously pounded into him.

Then, the phone rang. Commander shared a (albeit hazy) confused look with DJ. He picked up his phone to see who was calling him.

It was his boss.

"Shit. It's my boss," Commander whined, closing his eyes tightly. DJ's thrusts grew shallow and slow, pulling out a wobbly whimper from Commander. "What could he possibly want at this time?!" His lips pursed in frustration at the contact name on the screen. It was 10PM, his boss never called this late.

DJ, being the bastard he was, took this as an opportunity to have a little fun. "Well? Answer the phone, babe," he urged, pushing his cock deeper into his boyfriend. He ceased his thrusting, opting to use Commander as a momentary cockwarmer. Commander gasped at the feeling of fullness and clenched his hand around his phone. He swallowed dryly. DJ was right. He should answer.

As Commander swiped up and put the phone to his ear, DJ watched with an interested expression.

"Hello, Sir," Commander began in his overly formal, cold tone he always used out of the bedroom. To DJ, it was always amusing hearing that tone solely because he knew how whiny and loud he was in private. The gruff voice everyone was familiar with was just so completely different from what DJ frequently heard. It felt rewarding knowing that he was the only one hearing that side of such a powerful man.

His boss sounded calm, fortunately for Commander. "Good evening. I apologize for such a late night call," he said. Commander chewed at his bottom lip, trying to ignore the feeling of DJ's girth filling him up. It grew quite hard to ignore in such a short time as DJ decided to roll his hips, brushing faintly against his prostate.

"N-No worries. Sir. What was the issue?" Commander prayed his boss hadn't noticed his obvious stutter. If he did, he didn't mention it.

"Ah, right. I was wondering when you'd send me your finished report. I don't intend on rushing you, but I want to remind you about the deadline we agreed on."

Commander's brows knit together. "Mhm. I…I finished it. I just need to send it over to you, sir." Much to Commander's dismay, DJ began to thrust in again (a fast but less mind-breaking speed in comparison to his previous ministrations). Commander quickly bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan that threatened to slip out. "When d—! A-Ah!"

"Hello? Are you alright over there?" His boss asked, worry tainting his voice. Commander sucked in a breath, giving a glare to his smug lover.

"Yes! Yes I'm fine! Sorry, I just dropped…" God, he was really bad at excuses. "..A pen. And it startled me." It was clear his boss wasn't completely convinced, but he didn't want to dwell on it. "I was going to say, when do you want it? Since it's all done, I am av…available to send anytime- h…hah!" The gruff voice Commander used slipped for just a second, thankfully going unnoticed. At this point, DJ was really wondering about the amount of awareness his boss had. It was kinda obvious that he was busy with /something/.

Commander covered the microphone to his phone with one hand to let out a whiny, barely controlled moan. DJ was thoroughly enjoying this. The sight and sound of Commander struggling to keep composure was (in a weird way) cute to him.

"Of course, that's a valid question. It must've slipped your mind but I did request you to send it as soon as you finish," the man chided. "I can let that slide for now, however. You are a very diligent and focused commander, I am aware." Commander just wanted this stupid phone call to conclude already. The swell of warmth in his gut was getting increasingly difficult to ignore.

"Th-Thank you, sir. I'll make sure to send it IN~!" Commander gasped as DJ nailed his prostate dead on. He clenched his jaw and swallowed thickly.

"Commander, are you really okay? It sounds like you're…" His boss trailed off. "Nevermind that. I hope you're alright at least."

Commander was hit with a wave of pleasurable, drunken warmth. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. He was about to cum. Embarrassingly enough, just by DJ's cock, too. He could practically feel DJ's pride simmering in between his legs.

"Mmmhm! Sir, I– I've gotta go. I'll–" With one solid and calculated thrust to the leader's sweet spot, Commander finally came. "Nngh!!~" Commander let out one of the sluttiest moans, his back arching and legs trembling. Cum spurted out of his twitching cock, painting his belly in white, sticky streaks. His hole tightened around DJ's dick, making the taller man grunt in satisfaction. DJ followed by soon after, the tightness pushing him to his own climax. Commander's phone dropped out of his hand and pattered against the bed sheets below, completely forgotten.

The smaller man let out a soft moan of pleasure as DJ's seed gushed into his hole. Ecstasy clouded his mind, heavy pants leaving his lips.

…

"I'll leave you be, Commander. Have a lovely night, which I'm sure you definitely are. Take care." And the call ended with a faint click. Despite how faint the click was, it grounded Commander almost immediately. The realization that his boss just heard him orgasm hit him like a boulder.

DJ snickered at Commander's expression. "What a nice guy! Did you hear? He wished you a good night." Commander buried his face into his hands with a whiny sound of humiliation.

"I don't think he's gonna ever call me without asking again…" Commander mumbled into his hands, his face hot. "I should probably send him an apology with that report."

"Well, you can start writing that apology letter once we get /you/ all cleaned up. C'mon, love," DJ cooed. He always got affectionate after sex, much to Commander's liking. "We can be quick if you'd like."

DJ helped Commander up from the bed, gently pulling him along to their bathroom. Commander's stare lingered on his phone.

His boss is never gonna let him live this down.