Tir bent every bit of his will toward not squirming back against Peter as he felt his lover nuzzling his balls. "Ahhh, aye, luv, 's heaven." His moaned answer rose to a near squeal as the Yank's tongue teased him. "Jaysus...Peter." He managed to gasp out, still trying to hold himself in one place. "Y'll be the death o' me, luv."
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