NSFW DJCom Fics

Sunglasses

Commander was an awfully expressive man. Well, to an extent. With his trusty shades, Commander was able to use his eyes to express how he felt without much consequence. He quite enjoyed this layer of protection, absolutely refusing to take off his shades in any given circumstances.

However. There was one time he didn't have them on. Of which was quite possibly the most humiliating experience of his life (though DJ would heavily disagree with that statement).

The two had just pulled away from a sloppy makeout session, air already heavy with lust. As usual, Commander's sunglasses were fogged up and difficult to see through, so for a glimpse of a second, he took them off to clean them.

Upon seeing Commander's eyes, an idea came to DJ. Before Commander could put his shades back on, DJ stopped him.

"No, baby, I wanna see your eyes. Let me look at you for once," DJ purred, pulling his boyfriend's sunglasses away. Commander blinked a few times, awfully confused about his sudden shift in ideas.

"What?" He sputtered.

"You always hide behind these intimidating sunglasses. I just want to look at your eyes this time. Please?" DJ threw Commander some puppy eyes, promptly clasping his hands around Commander's own and looking up wistfully at the older man. "Your eyes need some rest."

DJ's puppy eyes were getting the best of him in that moment. Commander really couldn't deny it, especially with the half-expecting stare DJ was giving him. DJ was right, he supposed, his eyes /could/ use some rest...

"Okay. Fine. Just tonight and that's it."

DJ grinned and quickly set the sunglasses on the bedside table. It was clear he was excited about this, much to Commander's surprise. Had he really wanted this for so long?

When he was done putting away Commander's shades, he turned back to Commander and pulled him into a heated kiss. This time, he pushed Commander onto his back mid-kiss, asserting what position he wanted to fuck the leader in.

Commander felt his cheeks turn pink when he realized why he wanted to do missionary. Oh, God. He's doomed. 

He squirmed a little as DJ slowly, teasingly removed each article of clothing from his body. Soon enough, he was left entirely bare and willing to DJ.

DJ's hungry stare raked up his body, ending on Commander's red and sweaty face. His gaze softened at the sight of his eyes, squinted and flitting from DJ to his nether regions and back again. That was what made DJ realize his own lust creating an uncomfortable tent in his jeans.

It took him no time to shuck off his own pants and undergarments, now equally as bare as his cute boyfriend.

He pushed himself in between Commander's legs, spreading them out with his own body. His hands roamed around Commander's body, purring and cooing sweet little compliments and bits of praise, trying to make Commander as relaxed as he possibly could.

"Do we have any lube?" Commander eventually said, voice breathy. "I need you in me..." He blinked slowly, almost like he was in a daze of arousal. It seemed like DJ's pampering worked.

DJ nodded wordlessly, reaching over to the bedside table where Commander's glasses were perched on top of. He delved a hand into the drawers and pulled out the used bottle of lube, promptly spurting some onto his cock. The larger man shuddered at the cool sensation against such a sensitive part, but with his hand and body heat, the lube quickly heated up.

He kept his eyes on Commander's face as he rubbed the head of his cock against his pucker. "Are you okay if I go in?" He asked softly. He saw Commander glance down at his throbbing cock and swallow thickly. Commander nodded, wetting his lips in anticipation.