NSFW DJCom Fics

Edging

DJ was innocently slotted in between his boyfriend's legs. He always loved to smother Commander in affection — whether it be in the form of kissing or hugs. This time was no different.

He had his chest up against Commander's own, laying down on the smaller man. DJ almost felt like a pleasant weighted blanket to Commander. As he laid there, DJ peppered Commander's face in kisses, occasionally slipping in some praise here and there.

Not only that, but DJ had interlocked their fingers together. Commander was completely drowning in DJ's unlimited affection. Every bit of praise and the heat radiating off of DJ made him feel intensely warm and fuzzy.

"I love you, baby," DJ purred into Commander's ear, sending a shiver down the leader's back. "You're so sweet." He gently kissed the crook of Commander's neck. "And so loving." Another kiss. "Oh, and so, so perfect." A few more were placed around his face and neck.

Unfortunately for Commander, his body seemed to react far more /positively/ to that than what he necessarily wanted. Shortly after DJ rumbled that in his ear, Commander felt himself get awfully hot. He paled as he realized what was happening.

'Shit. Shit. Shit. Right now?! Why am I hard!?' Commander panicked. 'Fuck, if DJ notices, I'm never going to hear the end of this.'

What DJ was doing was entirely innocent, which is what made Commander even more embarrassed. He squirmed a bit, trying to shift his hips away from DJ (with little to no luck). DJ didn't even notice what Commander had sprouted, he just assumed Commander was trying to get comfortable.

That was, until Commander accidentally grinded himself against DJ.

A VERY loud whimper slipped from Commander's lips, making both of the men pause. DJ cocked a brow and Commander's body grew tense. Commander was suddenly hyper aware of his erection rubbing against DJ, sending waves of hot pleasure up his spine. That only made his arousal worse. Bless his heart.

That was when DJ finally felt something prodding him. Commander turned an outstanding shade of red as the larger man pulled back and glanced down.

DJ's lips curled into a smirk. "Did you seriously pop a boner over me kissing you?" Commander swallowed thickly, his embarrassment obvious to the DJ. He shifted his glance to avoid any sort of eye contact with his awfully amused boyfriend.

"S-Sorry, let me go relieve myself," Commander stammered. He was mortified. As he tried to sit up to scurry off, DJ's hand pressed against his chest.

"Nah, Comm. Stay," DJ said, voice gravelly. "I'll help you fix your little issue." His hand drifted away from Commander's chest, trailing down his front and eventually reaching the source of the leader's shame.

He placed his hand on the small tent in Commander's pants, beginning to gently massage the area. Commander gasped in surprise, hips bucking up into the warm touch.

"DJ!" He yelped, eyes wide from behind his sunglasses. "Y- ah... You—" A hitch in his breath.

"What was that?"

DJ gave Commander a particularly rough grind to his crotch, eliciting a girlish moan (of which was quickly stifled by Commander's hand smacking itself across his mouth). "You don't need to!" He mumbled out from behind his hand, face beginning to sweat.

"Do you want me to stop?" DJ paused his ministrations. Commander whined and canted his hips up pathetically.

"N...No...." He whined. The embarrassment was practically consuming the poor man. Even asking for DJ to continue was killing him! "You can continue..."

"Hmm, that's what I thought," he rumbled. The deep tone he took made Commander feel even more flustered. Butterflies filled his tummy with the combination of his boyfriend's touch and his stupidly attractive voice.