A//N:

It's come to my attention that some people out there aren't very comfortable with smut, which it totally fine, but 1984 is.. full of it, ffkfk. So, What I'm going to do from here on in is when you see: "***" that means that there is smut coming up, or the whole chapter is nothing but smut. If you see: ***, that is the smut warning and if you see it again later on in the same chapter, that indicates that the smut is over with and you can quit scrolling and read.

I try to write the smut so that it's either the whole chapter or at the half way mark to the end, but I know that I'll probably need to use this eventually, like.. this chapter, actually!! I figured it's been a while since I gave smut, so here it is! This whole chapter is nothing but smut, so I'll give you the ***, I just won't have one at the end.

Anyway, sorry for the disruption. Enjoy!! I purple you all!!

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Osamu walked around and collected out empty dishes. He picked up mine and then pointed to my half empty glass. "Aren't you going to finish it?"

I looked down at it.. and then to Lance.

Do I have to..?

Lance cocked a brow and then picked up the glass. "Why don't you finish it, pretty boy?"

I swallowed and pressed my fingers and lips up against the glass.

With a slight curl in his lips, Lance tilted the glass.

In response, I opened my mouth to let the blood trickle into my mouth.

Lance held the glass steady as I closed my eyes and swallowed gulp after gulp. It all knotted up in the pit of my stomach as a ball of lust, growing bigger and bigger. The feeling spilled over into my crotch. My pelvis felt like it was floating in mid air in the most erotic way. As I swallowed up more and more, I let out soft moans as every gulp made the feeling that much more overwhelming. I wanted to touch myself so bad...

Osamu walked off with our dishes, to which I opened my eyes to watch him off.

In that same moment, Lance stood up and I darted my attention to him. He slowed the flow of the blood to a trickle, his lips curled into a smirk.

I whined in retaliation and jutted my tongue out as far as I could to get more.

Lance just chuckled down at me. He enjoyed teasing me like this.

I pleaded to him with my eyes for more, my tongue writhing around like a severed lizard's tail. "Hnn~!!"

"Being a needy little bitch, are we?" he poked.

I spread my legs in the seat and rested my had on my inner thigh, right over my dick which was down my upper thigh as well.

Osamu entered back into the room, his hands free. He had a knowing smirk on his face, too.

When he reached me, he rested his hands on my shoulders, softly rubbing them. Although, it wasn't in a massaging way, but a sensual one. He gently pushed the glass away from my lips with the tips of his manicured fingers.

Lance set the glass on the table and turned back to us.

Meanwhile, Osamu ran his soft hands up and down my heaving chest and torso. Such a tease!

With a loud whine and a bite of my bottom lip, I started gently wiggling my hips around in my seat. I subtly rubbed the tip of my sensitive cock with my thumb. At the slightly relieving sensation, it twitched a little and I was so embarrassed, I hoped they didn't see me...

Lance did see. In fact, he was watching me. Just.. watching me...

As Lance watched me fondle myself, he took a seat on the table.

In the same moment, Osamu bent down to lay hot kisses on the sensitive spot just behind my ear.

I softly moaned and tilted my head more to him. That felt good~.

Osamu chuckled against my skin and gently sucked a spot right there.

"Ah~..." I moaned as I closed my eyes.

Lance got up and shooed my hands away from my dick silently.

I reopened my eyes and did as told, putting them on the sides of my chair.

He grabbed my jeans, hastfully unbuttoning and unzipping them. He pulled out my cock, holding it up. "Play with yourself." he ordered.

I gladly gripped my dick, bobbing my hand up and down its length. It felt so good. In pleasure, I rolled my eyes into the back of my head and threw my head back to let out a loud sigh.

Osamu pulled away form my neck to watch my hand for a little before kissing down my neck, pulling down my sweater to suck a spot onto the crook of my neck.

With my other hand, I massaged my balls and turned my head to the side to let Osamu do whatever he pleased with me.

All the pleasure from playing with my dick and my balls made me grind up into my hand as it kept going.

I opened my eyes to make sure Lance was still watching me. I saw he was and my lips curled into a small smirk. I quit jacking myself off and used my thumb to tease the tip of my cock. I didn't realize I was so far along, because as soon as I did that, a little drop of precum rolled down the head of my dick.

To that, Osamu popped off my neck and lifted my sweater up. He dove his head down and without hesitation, started sucking on my sensitive nipple.

After Osamu, Lance took the wine glass from the table and grabbed my hair, yanking my head back.

Knowing exactly what he was doing, I opened my mouth for the last of the blood. Meanwhile, my hand was going as fast as it could up and down my dick.

Lance poured the last of it in my mouth, the feeling going straight to my dick.

I swallowed and immediately after, came. I came all over my stomach, squeezing my eyes shut. "Aah~!!"

..................................

There was nothing but silence while I panted after just having came.

Lance let me go and walked off with the glass, my eyes meekly following him.

Osamu stayed and gathered up all my cum, licking it off his hand. With a smile, Osamu kissed my mouth, tonguing me. He never swallowed it and was feeding it back to me.

I obediently took it, but.. It was nasty. It was so salty with a hint of that spicy ramen.

Bleh...