the sims: Platonic Bro Milk Disaster
part 3. da end. Enjoy !
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Benrey obliged, scooting back into comfortably sitting back against the headboard. Before his head could stop spinning, a naked Gordon Freeman was sitting between his legs and looking back over his own shoulder at him.
“Okay?” he asked quietly.
He reached carefully around with both hands and gently cupped his tits. They were. Definitely bigger. Warmer, too.
“...Go ahead whenever you’re ready,” added Gordon, a bit impatiently.
Benrey squeezed one tit lightly and was immediately rewarded with a trickle of warmth. “you got somewhere to be? chill out.”
“uh.” Benrey started sweating. His hands were on autopilot, rhythmically alternating between each tit.
Gordon panted and squirmed in his arms. He was clutching at the bed desperately, and his cow tail had somehow ended up against Benrey’s hip.
He could see everything from this angle: the soft rolls of Gordon’s belly, the tensed strength in his strong thighs, the swells of his breasts overflowing out of Benrey’s hands. And the milk, of course.
“fuck,” Benrey breathed. He was so loud. “people are gonna hear you.”
Gordon whimpered, breathy and so close. “Benrey–”
That punched a noise out of Benrey. Not a moan, but something close. “they’re gonna hear, man. someones gonna come check– gonna come in here, cuz you keep wailing like that.”
His hips twitched forward as he rubbed his dick against Gordon fucking Freeman’s ass. “they’re gonna come in here, and see you. with me. moaning like a whore–”
“Benrey!” Gordon flipped over in his lap and pinned his shoulders to the headboard with his big hands. His face was unreadable. “That’s enough.”
Benrey remained still and pliant under Gordon’s big hands and stared up at him with wide eyes. He brought one hand to his mouth and slowly licked the milk off. Back and front, in between all the fingers, clean as a whistle. The taste was okay. The expression on Gordon’s face was fucking delicious.
Gordon made a choked sound in the back of his throat. He let go of Benrey’s shoulders and rolled to his side, half crushing Benrey in the process. His eyes were closed and he was curled on his side comfortably. Was he really just going to fall asleep like this? Completely nude, laying in wet sheets, and was with Benrey right there?
Benrey was soaked, clothed, painfully hard, and his back was starting to hurt. Regardless, he was beyond elated. He rearranged himself and curled close enough to feel the warmth coming from Gordon and stare at him as he slept.
Benrey was over at Gordon’s again, playing video games. It wasn’t a Boy’s Night, because Gordon had invited him over, and Boy’s Nights were when Benrey came over unannounced, so this was something else. Something with all the components of Boy’s Night except the tense start of Gordon acting upset to see him at his door. There were still hours of hanging out, and snacks, and accidentally stomping chips into Gordon’s living room carpet.
There were new elements, too. Like how touchy Gordon was now. Benrey didn’t even have to do anything to have Gordon clapping him on the shoulder and ruffling his hair.
Benrey’s hands were sweaty around his controller. Partially because he was completely whiffing all his combos, but mostly because Gordon was shirtless and hatless and sitting directly next to Benrey with their arms brushing together as they played. And at some point he was going to ask him to help with his fucking milk problem.
Benrey swung his leg over Gordon’s big thighs and perched on his lap. He very gingerly put his hands on Gordon’s sides and gently kneaded. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face between Gordon’s tits. With how big he had gotten, they were at the perfect height. He leaned back and grinned. “well?”
Benrey breathed heavily on his nipple and watched Gordon squirm. “still sensitive?”
“Don’t make fun of me! I have a condition.”
“bet you do,” he muttered and leaned forwards to finally get that boob in his mouth.
Benrey pulled back and wolf whistled tauntingly. “listen to you.”
“S–shut. Shut your fucking mouth,” Gordon panted.
“you need me,” Benrey taunted. He squeezed the other tit and let the milk drip down freely as Gordon whimpered. “you need this.”
“Fuck you.” Gordon bit his lip and whined. “I could get a fucking breast pump from Target that sucks better than you–”
Benrey reared back and stared at him full in the face. What? What??
“bro?” Benrey’s smile turned sharp. He nibbled the side of Gordon’s breast and made him jump. “what was all that shit you said? ‘oh benny i need you to do it, i can’t do it myself, please please please?’ you little freak.”
Benrey stared up at him, starstruck. He leaned up to press a chaste kiss on the curve of his jaw. “beg.”
Benrey flushed. Dirty trick. He had tricks of his own. He leaned down to his neglected tit and licked the trickle of milk up before latching on and getting to work. Gordon shuddered and moaned.
Benrey bucked his hips and sucked like a goddamn champion. The responding moan cut Gordon off. To stop him from saying shit like that. Shit that was gonna make Benrey cum in his pants like a teenager.
Then Gordon’s hand was threading through his hair gently. Not pulling, just holding. “You’re such a good boy.”
“oh fuck,” whined Benrey as he came in his pants like a teenager.
Then Gordon was holding him in place as he grinded against him furiously. Benrey raised a lazy and fucked out eyebrow as he held on loosely. “all i do for you, and you wanna cum, too?”
Gordon growled and sped up.
“look at you,” Benrey purred. “like some kind of wild animal. covered me with milk, but that’s not enough? you that crazy to cum on me?”
That did it. Benrey watched as Gordon tensed and twitched and yelled his fucking name.
Once Gordon was finished, he held on to Benrey as he moved to lay down on the couch. Laying on Gordon was extremely warm and exactly where he wanted to be. Something occurred to him. Benrey leaned back and gave Gordon an apologetic look.
“...What?”
“people are gonna think you’re a laundromat pervert again.”
Gordon muffled his laugh into Benrey’s hair.