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"Leader"

Watching Commander lead everyone always made DJ smirk to himself.

He thought of every single time he's made that very man, dominant in nature and tough, moan like a girl, pounding into his pink hole without abandon. The ability, and honor, to be able to see Commander at his most vulnerable moment never failed to make DJ proud of himself.

Seeing that man, the same one who yells at everyone and leads them all to victory, refusing to show any other emotion than anger or dominance, underneath DJ with his tongue lolled out and eyes teary, body bouncing along DJ's rough thrusts, was amazing. DJ was the only one who got to witness the leader spread his legs, begging and eager for his cock.

It was actually quite cute how submissive he was in bed. It wasn't something everyone would've expected from a guy like him, so DJ was pleasantly surprised the night he and Commander got drunk and Commander spilled all his dirty fantasies to him. They fucked that night and DJ woke up to a very, very embarrassed (and naked) leader in bed next to him, filled to the brim with his hot cum. Needless to say, DJ was pleased to find out Commander's little secret of being a bottom in bed, despite the powerful face he puts on outside of privacy.

Their bed is where most of the intimacy is shared. The room where DJ gets to hear his girlish, slutty moans, a deep contrast to his usual gravelly voice. The room where DJ was able to pin Commander down and fuck him stupid. The room where DJ was allowed to gaze proudly at his adorable, incredibly erotic o-face. DJ had lost count how many times he'd pound Commander into the sheets, leaving him gasping and pleading for more.

Usually, after those hot and heavy nights, Commander would walk out pretending nothing happened. It was always funny watching Commander pretend he didn't get filled with cum, all the while begging for DJ to breed him. DJ loved when Commander glanced at him and quickly looked away, face pink with embarrassment, memories of the previous night flooding his mind.

He recognized the lingering stares of his team after every night. DJ felt awfully smug knowing his team knows just exactly who's making their leader scream in pleasure. It was no secret considering all the times Commander has moaned his name, voice seeping through the thin walls of the base. All that yelling outside of the bedroom should've been enough proof to DJ that he was a noisy one. There were times he heard whispers about the disruptive creaking of DJ's bed, and the slutty cries of the commander. Before the majority found out who exactly DJ was fucking, DJ found great enjoyment seeing Commander flush red upon any questions about the ruckus in DJ's room. Commander was never a good liar, it was obvious that all those cute noises were coming from him, and DJ laughed every time Commander would sputter, desperately trying to come up with an excuse.

Even better were the times Commander had to do public interviews. That haughty attitude never failed to amuse DJ. The public had no idea. They had no idea the dignified defender they were all shaking hands with was a huge cockslut behind closed doors.

DJ would find himself standing near Commander during the interviews, simply listening in on the bland, quite boring conversation his boyfriend had to partake in. Well, it wasn't like the public knew the profound commander and the team's odd looking DJ were fucking. Commander felt embarrassed showing any sort of vulnerability — so their relationship was kept hidden from the public for an astonishingly long time (until, as always, rumors spread and the public became more aware of those lingering, heated touches or soft spoken words before and after interviews).

"It's an honor to meet you, Sir," a young woman dressed in a formal suit said. She was simply a fan of what his team did and was quite eager to meet the face of the team. The two shook hands, all too formal for DJ's taste. Although she was noticeably taller than Commander, she held her tongue, visibly intimidated by Commander.

"Thank you. I am glad to have a chance to meet with you, ma'am," Commander replied, using his overly professional tone that DJ loved. DJ smiled and looked away. He knew exactly how that distinctly formal tone slipped into cute, needy moans. He could picture Commander begging for his dick again, voice whiny and high.

His mind never failed to drift to that lewd, flushed expression Commander always let slip as DJ fucked into him. The first thrust always made Commander look up to him with big, pupil-blown eyes filled with pure adoration and lust. The glimpse of unadulterated affection in his expression in such a lewd context was delightful. It was adorable and something DJ found himself thinking of in the most inappropriate moments (he's lost count how many times Commander has snapped him back into reality with an angry huff. Meetings were always boring—can you really blame him for daydreaming?).

It was safe to say his favorite aspect of it all was the random spouts of whatever was on Commander's mind as he slowly sank into mind-numbing pleasure. Hearing Commander beg DJ to fill him with cum, or, much to DJ's amusement, to mark him as his own, always made DJ's stomach swirl with butterflies.

That tough man everyone was oh, so familiar with is absolutely nothing like the very man DJ knew. DJ considered himself to be awfully lucky, being able to fuck the leader into a trembling, pathetic, whining mess. In all his time in the team, DJ would've never guessed he'd be in such an interesting position. Although, DJ would be lying if he said Commander didn't immediately catch his eye the first time they met. You can only hide so much with such tight fitting pants.

Needless to say, DJ was undoubtedly and deeply in love with this supposedly private side of Commander. He loved watching him come undone. With his legs trembling, plush lips held in between his teeth, eyes lidded and filled with intense affection and undeniable ecstasy, he was a beautiful sight. All his hidden quirks and secrets in bed was what made DJ feel so special about their relationship. Who would've guessed Commander loved to be dominated? Or that he moaned like a chick? Or he was particularly into being creampied? (Which, to Commander, was one of the most embarrassing things he enjoyed. To DJ, he realized he enjoyed it almost as much as Commander did. Watching his seed ooze out of his boyfriend caused a hot flare of possession and desire inside him).

It was a little funny, a stern, powerful leader like Commander being strictly submissive, but DJ wasn't one to complain. If he was getting the reward of fucking his cute little hole, then what was there to complain about?

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As DJ watched Commander boss his team around, stance high and mighty and voice loud and gravelly, he eventually locked eyes with him. That barely noticeable blush, the little pause, and the way Commander cleared his throat soon after told everything DJ needed to know.

He couldn't wait to wreck Commander later.