#samnoblade

The party was loud, certainly. The music, shouting, and laughter seemed to echo off the tile in the front hall, flowing with the waves of people holding plastic cups. Sam couldn't decide if Schlatt would've wanted people to take their shoes off at the door or not, but from the amount of partygoers he saw with their muddy boots propped up on furniture like animals, he didn't think he needed to.

It was a tight squeeze between drunk and/or dancing college students to get to the main living room- and how rich did they have to be to have two living rooms on the same floor?- but the music seemed slightly quieter in the bigger room. Though that might have been from the smoke floating through the air, a mix of various kinds of nicotine and weed practically pouring from the circular, lowered seating area in the middle of the room.

Looking over the conversation pit, Sam froze, the sight almost not making sense to him. The circle was big, all lounging around a low table covered in colorful glass and paper, loose electronic pens and vapes, and the odd container of wax or herbs. He could see, in the corner of his tunneled vision, a blunt being passed from person to person, but what had him stuck in place was the gorgeous historical lit major being clumsily manhandled into someone's lap.

Sam watched dusty pink hair being pulled, a handhold keeping Techno in place as he breathed the smoke from another person’s lips; Wisps of curling fog framed his face, the rest exhaled as he tipped his head back to allow the person caging him in their lap to kiss and bite at his neck. Techno’s eyes were clouded, a lazy smile on his face as if he were barely paying attention to the hands on him but enjoying it all the same.

“Come on, don't hog the whore!” Another person shouted, laughing, and pulled the pink-haired man by the arm to bring him halfway into their hold- only really succeeding at splaying him sideways across three peoples legs. Techno’s outfit- a tight, sleeveless turtleneck and an asymmetrical black skirt that he assumed was supposed to be covering his lacy black underwear and thigh-high socks- was heavily askew, his skin shining in the shifting party lights from both a light sheen of sweat and some kind of glitter.

A hand landed heavy on Sam’s shoulder, startling him out of his trance, and he turned to find Schlatt- one of the party’s hosts- grinning at him, one arm around his shoulders and the other holding a glass of whiskey in the direction of the circle.

“Enjoying the show, huh officer?” The shorter man barked a laugh, and Sam winced at the joke; He was in Criminal Justice, but everyone seemed to insist on joking that he’d be a cop like his father. Schlatt swung his glass towards the conversation pit with a smile that meant trouble, and his guest pointedly did not look. “Yeah, he’s pretty ain't he? I can introduce you, if ya like.”

Before he even had a chance to answer, Sam was being pulled towards the circle, his embarrassed protests dying quietly when he turned back to see Quackity lifting his head from between Techno’s legs, that expensive-looking lacy black underwear hanging on Techno’s ankle where it rested over Quackity’s shoulder. At least two other people had their hands on the pink-haired man, holding his arms and groping where they could reach.

Sam was entranced, watching someone tilt Techno’s head back to drink a shot from their mouth, his eyes following a drop that slowly slipped from the corner of those gorgeous, rosy, soft looking lips down his chin and throat, disappearing in the dark fabric of his shirt; But it was so easy to imagine it continuing lower, pooling in his collarbone-

Suddenly Schlatt was in his vision- in the way- and Sam had only a moment to realize he’d shoved a glass against the law-student’s slack lips, already tipping it. It was definitely not a drink Sam enjoyed, what with the almost choking on it, and certainly not something he’d had before. It was smoky, under a taste that reminded him of rubbing alcohol.

At least the pushy business major let him finish coughing before dragging him down to sit on the ledge above the pit.

“Come on, move-” is growled at a few of the stoners that were moving too slow for Schlatt’s taste, apparently. In the moment of clarity, Sam could see space on the table in front of him being cleared, where Schlatt sat down before Techno was placed in his lap. Quackity winked as he stepped back, not-very-discreetly shoving something into his pocket.

When Sam’s eyes fell on Techno again, he almost forgot how to breathe; Schlatt had spread the pink-haired beauty’s legs on either side of his, pussy dripping on full display as thick fingers pressed inside and spread it open. Techno’s head was tossed back, whining and moaning obscenely.

“Like I said, really fuckin' pretty.” He can vaguely register Schlatt saying, free hand circling Techno’s throat and highlighting the amount of bruises and bites covering it and trailing further down his shoulders, his chest, even his hips and thighs. He could swear some were positioned perfectly together to look like Q's, like he’d nibbled and sucked his first initial into the skin. Schlatt watched him stare, looking pleased, and kept working those entrancing sounds out of the pink-haired man on his lap.

Sam was almost certain Techno was some kind of siren, some fantasy creature whose presence alone put him in a daze, pulled him in until all he could focus on was that long and silky, soft looking hair; The beautiful whining noise he made when fingers pressed deeper, rougher. The tiny, dazzling shimmer on his skin and the tears clinging to his lashes. He had no intention of tearing his eyes away, already rock hard in his jeans.

The only reason he allowed a shot glass to be pressed to his lips this time was because Quackity had the good sense to stay out of his way, sitting beside him instead of interrupting the show. This drink burned less, and he recognized the taste of lemonade flavored vodka.

Whatever Schlatt had given him was hitting hard, making his vision swirl, but it made it so much easier to lean back and try to memorize how Techno looked right now. Shivering and twitching, gasping as fingers finally withdrew.

Then the pretty, shaking thing was being lifted up and Quackity hurried Sam to undress and move down to the more comfortable seating- “Take off your belt, come on!”- before an extremely pretty boy was placed into his lap. The way Techno’s arms came up to loop around his shoulders made his heart skip a beat. This close, he could see Techno’s dilated pupils, smell the smoke on his clothes and the alcohol on his breath.

Without a second thought, Sam pulled the other man forward and kissed him like a man starved, groaning at the cinnamon taste on his tongue. Techno melted into it, sighing quietly every time they pulled back for breath.

“Well, gonna put your dick in him or what?” He heard Schlatt ask, chuckling as he pulled Techno’s head back to tip another shot glass into his mouth; Techno drank it down easily.

He didn't have to ask twice, Sam leaning forward to suck at one of the few patches of unmarred skin on Techno’s throat as he moves his hands to the source of the growing wet spot on his pants. The man in his arms whined as his fingers explored that wet slit, his hips moving on their own in search of friction. And when he was lifted just enough to line up the tip of Sam’s red, weeping cock, burying it deep in one thrust, he moaned so sinfully it'd put a pornstar to shame.

“Fuuuck, so warm…” Sam breathed, breath catching as Techno started to ride him in a slow, clumsy rhythm. His own clumsy hands on the other's waist tried to guide his thrusting but everything felt so fuzzy and intense it was almost overwhelming. The sight of Schlatt forcing Techno’s head back to explore his mouth in a heated, possessive kiss was backlit by colorful lights like a renaissance painting, the latter’s long hair a bouncing curtain as they moved.

His tight, soft walls are warm, Sam groaning in soft gasps at the sensation of them gliding along his shaft until Quackity turns his head, pressing their own lips together with a dense cloud of smoke in his mouth; He knew what to do, using the inhale to take the smoke from his breath. Did he care what it was at this point? This was a dizzying whirl of bliss.

They made out a bit more while Schlatt took charge of their rhythm, gripping Techno’s hips firmly and shoving his hold onto the other intoxicated man's dick, himself grinding against the pinkette’s ass. And Techno was eating it up greedily, shaking and moaning where he was being held in their rough hands. His mind was so clouded by what he’d been fed all night, his skin explored by person after person like a toy.

The thrusting didn't pause even as he came, Sam groaning low in his chest as the tight, pulsing stimulation pushed him over the edge as well.

Somewhere in his limited coherent thoughts, the part that was still hanging onto the knowledge that they were in the middle of a crowd at a party, all drunk or high or a growing combination of the two, so immensely close to graduating college and -the one that he almost manages to convince himself is important as the desperate, sweaty movement of their bodies pauses for a moment- not wearing protection.

“Fuckin’- Come here-” Schlatt barks, voice wavering from his own laboured panting, and suddenly Sam is on his back on the floor with Techno’s chest pressed to his own. Oh- He thought fleetingly- Schlatt just lifted them both at the same time. Maybe the campus police were right to search him so often, that wasn't normal-

For a few minutes of his eyes being blissfully closed, his dick softening a bit where it throbbed, resting inside Techno’s hole as the both recovered from their climax, twitching in each other's arms. Then he tried to get his bearings, the slim beauty atop him being pulled up again; Schlatt held his arms back, both wrists held in his one hand, and used the other to press a slick, wet finger into the remaining space where Sam’s length was pressed into Techno’s sloppy cunt.

Quackity had moved back, too, and was now kneeling almost above his head, grinning deviously with his dick hanging out of his pants. The reason made clear when silky pink hair curtained over half of Sam’s vision, the head of the shorter man’s dick pressing between Techno’s lips as he was guided by the back of his head. Q’s knees shuffled minutely to fill his throat further and Sam gulped, watching the bulge in the slender throat of the man above him move with strobing color reflecting on the jewels of sweat and glitter on the skin.

Sam resisted the urge to kick or squirm, jaw clenched as he was overstimulated by the steadily increasing number of fingers alongside his half-hard dick in Techno’s pussy. He struggled to think of why Schlatt would need to stretch Techno more- but from the moans and sobs he was letting out between choking on the weight in his mouth, the entrancing, intoxicated whore seemed to be enjoying it.

It was only when Schlatt pressed the head of his own cock-thicker than his own- to Techno’s messily stretched pussy, that he realized this was probably not how he would've expected his first kinky, fucked-up foursome to happen.

It was a chain reaction as Schlatt pressed in, solid and hot against Sam’s as it too hardened again; Sam shouted in overstimulation, while Techno let out a long, stuttering whine around Quackity’s length in his throat- Quackity hissing and moving his hips in a slow circle, the slack mouth pulled back and forth as Schlatt sunk into The already stretched and stuffed hole. The bigger man groaned obscenities, tilting his head back as he finally bottomed out, everyone panting for the spare few moments of stillness.

Through the haze of drunkenness and the steadily increasing high from whatever Quackitty had kissed into his lungs like life, Sam noticed two things as his ears vaguely registered a few shouts and hollers, even some clapping, from the party around him; first, it appeared a circle had formed around them, various intoxicated onlookers cheering on the display.

And secondly, Sam opened his eyes and slurred, “Holy fuck, that’s hot…” as his eyes locked onto the bulge in Techno’s lower stomach, which began to move in tandem with the two long, thick cocks in Techno’s spasming cunt when Schlatt pulled his arms and waist again, rocking him as he guided their sweaty display into a rough and dominating pace.

“Yeah, fuckin take it, you slut-” Schlatt growled, sneering at their shared partner, voice raspy, “Breed ya like a whore, top-shelf fucking cumslut, holy fuck-!”

Quackity was rasping curses, hands wrapped around the tight throat he was thrusting into, nails digging into the skin. “So good, shit- Swallow it, baby~”

Sam struggled to keep his composure, practically delirious in the flurry of motion and feeling, color and sound. But as he saw thin tear-tracks run down Techno’s reddened cheeks, felt them drip onto his own face, he reached up to brush the tears away with one hand, the other pressed to that moving bulge in his soft tummy; He gasped and rambled how pretty, how hot he was like this. How fucking good it felt, holy shit-

Quackity finished first, half down Techno’s tight throat and half across his face, looking proud of the sight as he pulled away. Then Schlatt’s cock pulsed, pumping thick cum deep into Techno’s hole and continuing to shove and pull his hips through it. Sam and Techno climaxed as the latter was finally forced to the base of their combined lengths, the hot sperm mixing and stretching his stomach out as his womb was filled.

The world came back in disorienting waves as Techno was collapsed onto Sam’s prone body, descent interrupted by Schlatt clicking his tongue with a lazy grin and picking the pinkette’s hips up, pressing a large and shining plug into his twitching hole as soon as their cocks slipped out of it.

“Can't let that leak, you still got a whole lot of cocks to milk, cumdump.” He said, laughing as he loosened the tie around the collar of his disheveled suit, shoving Techno’s limp and trembling body to the grasping hands on the next person in the circle and announcing to the rest of the watching party: