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Titjob

I am embarrassed dont look at me

Also commander is fat. He's always been fat in my fic!! That is probably important knowledge considering this chapter and. Um. What happens in it. Thanks!

Commander didn't know how he got into this situation in the first place. All he knew is that he was now laying in between DJ's legs with his puffy nipples just brushing against his boyfriend's hard, throbbing cock.

"You look real pretty like this," DJ commented, lightly rubbing up on Commander's chubby chest. Commander blushed at the compliment and glanced away. He was sure the sight of him was awfully lewd. "Look at me, baby." Although DJ's voice was gentle and filled with audible compassion, there was still an undertone of dominance. Commander complied, earning a satisfied noise from DJ.

Feeling DJ unintentionally grind against one of his nipples made Commander whine. "DJ, th-they're sensitive!" He whimpered, twitching away for a second. DJ only grinned and gave a few harder, more deliberate ruts against his bud, listening to the sweet moans and mewls that slipped past Commander's gritted teeth. Watching Commander's face contort to a flustered and wide eyed expression encouraged him to continue.

Although the touching was fairly minuscule, DJ found himself getting far more aroused as time went on. His dick smeared translucent precum all over Commander's chest, already painting quite an erotic image for him.

After a fair amount of mindless grinding and teasing about Commander's reactions, DJ decided he wanted to go even further.

"Here, squeeze your tits together. I wanna fuck 'em."

Commander blinked a few times before swallowing thickly. He honestly couldn't believe he let go of his dignity just for this. Though, he hated to admit that the thought of letting DJ fuck his chest was causing him to feel very warm inside. The fact he was calling his chest such a lewd term was not helping whatsoever.

He begrudgingly squished his chest together, face absolutely burning with embarrassment. He didn't want to meet DJ's eyes, already knowing what stupid expression his boyfriend was definitely making. "This is so embarrassing..." he mumbled as he felt the DJ's cock prod him.

DJ snickered. "Awe, don't feel embarrassed. I think you're sexy doing all this." DJ always knew how to choose his words right. Commander swore he felt his prick twitch in his pants.

The leader huffed and kept his big brows furrowed. As submissive as the pose was, he still wanted to uphold what little pride he could still muster up. However, that seemed to be a bust the second DJ finally slid in between his chubby tits.

The larger man bucked up into Commander's chest, grunting at the feeling of soft flesh rubbing against his sensitive dick. "Fuuuck... Spit on my cock. Be a good little slut and lube it up for me, baby."

Damn. Commander's gut did a somersault at that name.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Commander spat onto DJ's tip before moving his boobs up and down, stroking his now slick cock in a combination of pre and drool. He barely even gave DJ a chance to register being lubed up, causing DJ's breath to catch in his throat. "Is this good?" He asked, eyes lidded and begging for any kind of confirmation.

DJ had to recollect his thoughts before replying. He thrusted a bit to help Commander out. "Hell yeah. Shit, it's like you're meant for this. You're so fucking soft.~" Various groans and grunts filled the room alongside slick sounds of Commander working at his cock.

Commander admittedly felt a little flustered about the whole deal still, but after seeing DJ react so positively to his gesture, his shame lessened to a slight heat on his cheeks.

Commander stuck a tongue out as he focused all his attention on DJ's dick. Due to him being awfully new to this whole...thing, Commander wasn't entirely sure if what he was doing was really working for DJ.

While Commander was distracted, DJ couldn't help but peek an eye open just to see what was going on. The imagery of his thick cock slipping between Commander's soft tits, with his hands pressing them together, alongside the focused look on Commander's face, nearly sent him over the edge right then and there. He admired Commander and his cute dedication to whatever DJ liked.

"A little faster, doll. I'm almost finished," DJ groaned.

"Uh-huh," Commander panted, getting a little worn out from all the effort. He eagerly sped up, looking towards DJ with big, affectionate eyes peering above his shades.

"Good job. So good for me. Ughh..." DJ let his head fall back with a groan, enjoying his dick being engulfed by softness. His hips jolted upward with every pump Commander did, occasionally jostling both Commander and his (sloppy) rhythm in the process. "I'm gonna... f-fuck... I'm cumming!"

Before Commander could pull away, DJ had already begun to climax.

Cum spurted out and coated both Commander's tits and face in heavy ropes of white. He continued to thrust up, causing more of a mess than Commander expected. Commander ultimately accepted the mess as he still kept his tits squished together and on each side of DJ's dick.

By the time DJ had finally finished, Commander was absolutely covered in his seed. The feeling of being coated with his boyfriend's cum caused Commander's lower regions to grow warmer.

He finally pulled away from DJ, examining the damage. DJ appeared to be spent as all hell, chest rising and falling and face sweaty. Commander dropped his gaze to his chest, also feeling cum drool down his cheeks and lips.

In an act of horny impulse, Commander dragged two fingers through one of the streaks of cum on his chest and popped said fingers into his mouth, swallowing down DJ's seed like it was nothing.

He felt DJ's eyes on him, briefly looking up to see DJ staring hungrily at Commander, almost as if he wanted to do another round right there. DJ's lips quirked into a toothy, smug grin as he sat up and leaned a bit forward to Commander, who was still kneeling.

"I know you're gonna hate this, but, I think your tits look nice covered in my cum. Mm, and your face, too."

Commander, as expected, bristled and rolled his eyes. "You have absolutely no shame, DJ."

"Hey, you have no room to speak. You just gave me a titjob!" That seemed to rile Commander up even more. He clearly didn't like being called out. "Not to mention that little move you did, licking up the mess—"

"Okay! Okay! Yes, I get it! St-Stop that."

DJ snorted. He was so easy to embarrass. It was cute. "Alright, alright. I'll stop. Let's get you cleaned up." He already began to stand, fully prepared to clean his mess.

As DJ left the room to wet a hand towel, Commander looked back down at himself, noting the amount of seed that was still drooling down his front. He slid another finger through it, cheeks turning pink at the memory.

He would never admit this to DJ, but he certainly wouldn't mind doing this a second time. It's not like DJ would object to it, that's for sure...