I don’t really know if I’ll be on for a few days.
This is really starting to depress me.
I’m feeling rather left out, like everyone is going to go gung-ho for Sims 4 and abandon 3.
I’m sad because a lot of blogs I like are choosing TS4 and completely dropping TS3. I just want to know if at least some people are sticking with TS3 or both TS3 and TS4
Sticking with it for the foreseeable future!
A man in my shoes runs a light
And all the papers lied tonight
But falling over you
Is the news of the day
Angels fall like rain
And love, love, love, is all of heaven away
Remy rode him until his legs began to tremble with fatigue. Brendan sensed his growing exhaustion and ordered him to lie on his back.
The sisal of the area rug scraped against the small of Remy’s back as he lay down and parted his legs for Brendan. His back would probably have rug burn when this was over, but it would be well worth it.
Brendan knelt over Remy, sweat glistening on his forehead and chest. Silently he grabbed Remy’s ankles and drove himself into him again, causing Remy to cry out in ecstasy as the head of Brendan’s cock bumped against his prostate.
"Fuck!" he cried out as Brendan’s hips moved in a steady rhythm, brushing over the hot spot over and over again.
"Ye like that, love?" Brendan inquired breathlessly, never missing a beat in his movements.
"Yes…Yes…fuck, it’s so good…" Remy started feeling the buildup that signaled his orgasm was approaching. Brendan seemed to sense this and increased his hip movements until Remy went rigid. Arching his back, he screamed as his release seemed to take over his entire body.
This was it. This feeling, the one he’d been searching for his whole life. He’d found it with this man.
Watching Remy come proved too much for Brendan and he was no longer able to hold back, throwing his head back and crying out as he came hard, never wanting the moment to end.
Withdrawing, he collapsed next to Remy on the rug, reaching to touch his husband’s shaking hand as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
It was well established in their relationship that when Remy asked to be “taken,” it meant he wanted Brendan to be powerful over him, to maneuver his body, pull his hair, just take command.
As he’d said previously, he loved Brendan taking charge because he knew how inherently gentle the man was, and that when the light roughness was over he could lie back, satiated, in his husband’s arms as Brendan stroked his hair and kissed him gently as he whispered words of love.
After several minutes of Remy’s expert ministrations Brendan was moaning louder, his breathing coming in hard gasps. Winding a hand through Remy’s thick dark hair, he pulled his head back. “I think I need to get ye ready to be fucked,” he growled, guiding Remy to the sofa. Grabbing some lube, he gently used his fingers to help build Remy’s already powerful arousal.
When the erotic sensations became too powerful to tolerate, Remy grabbed Brendan’s wrist. “Now…I need you in me now…”
Brendan slid off the sofa and lay on his back on the soft area rug. “Come sit on my cock, love.” He propped himself up on his elbows, further encouraging Remy with his eyes.
Remy was more than happy to follow his orders.
The next minutes were a flurry of clothes being yanked off and furniture being quickly shoved out of the way. Finally, when they were both completely naked, they faced one another. “What do you want, love?” Brendan asked huskily, his eyes devouring his husband’s tanned, lean body, his arousal apparent.
Remy took said arousal into his hand, eliciting a moan from the other man. It excited him tremendously to feel Brendan grow harder under his touch. It pleased him to know he could garner that reaction. Pure passion. He could swear Brendan’s blue eyes grew darker the more aroused he got.
"First," he began, lightly stroking Brendan’s shaft, “I’m going to put my lips to use in one of your favorite ways.” He dropped to his knees in front of him.
"Then," he whispered, rubbing his love’s hardness against his cheek, “I want you to fuck me right in the middle of this living room.”
With a wink, he started at the bottom and worked his way up. His actions were rewarded with gasps and moans.
The adrenaline and emotion caught up with them both and they flopped down on the sofa together, Remy curled up against Brendan’s chest. “Does your hand hurt?” he finally inquired, toying with the cross Brendan wore around his neck.
"Nah," Brendan chuckled. “Your ex has what fighters call a ‘glass jaw’. Besides, Kana’i hit him a hell of a lot harder.”
Remy shuddered, remembering how loud the pop of his cousin’s fist was, and felt a little queasy as he recalled the crunch he heard when Luka’s nose broke. “He’s wanted to do that for a long time,” Remy admitted, “I begged him not to for a long time. I just wanted to forget it ever happened.”
He trailed his hand gently down Brendan’s chest, enjoying the feel of his firm but not bulky pecs. He was perfect to Remy, perfect in every way. “Can I make a confession?” he asked as he found his husband’s nipple through the cloth of his shirt, tracing it and smiling as it rose under his finger.
"Of course you can, love."
"You know I hate violence, and I know you do too…but…I have to admit that seeing you come to protect me like that…it was kinda hot."
Brendan laughed as he combed his fingers through Remy’s hair. “I wasn’t thinkin’ about bein’ hot at the time, believe me.”
"But still, you were," Remy whispered as he leaned in, his full lips brushing against Brendan’s softly to start off with, but as Brendan began to return his passion, the oral play intensified, and soon they were in a frenzied tongue battle.
"Brendan…I want you…" he moaned as they kissed with a powerful need that coursed through both their bodies.
Brendan moved to get up from the sofa and go to the bedroom, but Remy pulled him back down. “No…here. Take me here.”
Who’s up for some NSFW?
What I didn’t get to last night is going up tonight.
All shall be tagged.
defending the ones you love is a long way from being a monster.
Very very true. But Brendan’s father was a member of the IRA, and after his death, Brendan and his sisters were bullied by kids whose parents told them that their father had been a sociopath terrorist thug and his children would be just like him. It went on until their mother was finally able to get them out of Belfast and down to Galway.
His father hadn’t been that way; he was actually a loving husband and father, but his political ideals had set his children up for derision after his death.
So, Brendan’s greatest fear is that he would ever be thought of like people thought of his father.
I was tagged by cookiemonstersims :) <3
Rules: Just insert your answers to the questions below and tag at least 10 people
Nickname(s): My fella calls me Wee.
Birthday: January 5th
Sexuality: Straight I suppose, but I did go through a bi-curious phase. Although if I ever got hit on by Natalie Dormer, all bets would be off.
Height: A hair under 5’3.
Time Zone: CST
What time and date it is there: 8/29/14 11:31am
Average hours of sleep I get each night: 7-8 hours usually, depends on when my son gets up.
OTPs: So many. So, so many.
The last thing I Googled was: Little Caesar’s pizza (we were wondering where our nearest one was).
My most used phrase(s): "you’re a sexy beast"-to my fella, "Nerner, you gorgeous whore"-to my cat.
First word that comes to mind: coffee
What I last said to a family member: "Where do you want it?" - Asking my son where I should put his lunch.
How many blankets I sleep under: 1 in the summer, two in the winter.
The last movie I watched in the cinema: I haven’t been to the movies in years.
Three things I can’t live without: My family, my cats, coffee, wine
Something I plan on learning: How to make pain au chocolat.
A piece of advice for all my followers: Demand respect. Don’t allow hate to run your life. As Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Don’t ever give it to them.
I think most everyone who I would tag has been tagged! So, everyone have at it!
Brendan had heard from Remy’s mom that he was in several toxic relationships though. Guess it isn’t the same as Remy telling it.
Well, Remy downplayed it, so Brendan kind of figured Kani was just being a concerned mother.
thank goodness, only the bad dude is getting punished.
As it should be. I love white knights.
"Love, there’s nothin’ to forgive. I’m not angry, just upset that I got caught by surprise. Just…just don’t be keepin’ stuff from me, okay?"
Remy held him tighter. “I won’t.”
"I promise too. I love ye, Remy, with everythin’ I have."
"I love you too. So much."
Brendan leaned his head against the bookcase wearily. There was something in him that had always suspected Remy hadn’t just dated your garden variety of jerk, he always felt that at some point, someone had hurt this man he loved so desperately.
And now that he knew, he felt like dying inside.
"Remy," he began, trying not to choke up, “I wish more than anythin’ you hadn’t kept that from me. I would do anything for ye. Die for ye, kill for ye. But…I hate that side of myself. I hate that I’m capable of it. It makes me think I’m becomin’ just like the kids in Belfast said we’d all be…”
"Brendan…" Remy started, but Brendan shushed him.
"So the reason I was so upset is because of that. If I’d known it was gonna be a possibility, maybe I could’ve prepared myself mentally, but…I got into a lot of fights back home, usually defending Maeve against some tosser playin’ grab-ass in the pub. And I hated myself for days afterwards…cause I’d hear those kids, and I kept thinkin’ I was gonna turn into this monster…"
Choking back a sob, Remy came up behind his husband and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, planting gentle kisses on Brendan’s neck and shoulder, “I never thought of it like that. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. It truly was in the past for me. I’m so sorry. Please, baby, please forgive me…”