"More like wie you, there'd never be enou', luv." Tir groaned as Peter's hand enveloped him, the sensations leaving him suspended between the Yank's cock and his hand as he moved just slightly between them. The slow easy build up was absolutely perfect and for all that he couldn't wait for the chance to have Peter pound him into a writhing gasping mass of need once again, Tir found the gentle love making erotic and intense in an entirely different way.

His orgasm, when it came, was as easy as breath, stealing over him in slow, rolling waves as his body tightened around Peter's length and he sighed out. "Ahhhh....Peter....luv." He trembled in his lover's arms, feeling both sated and completely cherished.