Once every inch of Peter's length was glistening with the moisture painted on it by Tir's tongue, the Irishman raised his head again, giving his lover a slow, tender smile. Leaning over again, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Yank all in one motion, feeling as the length passed through his mouth and entered his throat. Tir swallowed around Peter once, twice and then a third time before he began moving up and down in a steady rhythm, fast enough to more than tease but too slow yet to give the man enough friction for release.