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Sleeping Beauty Gets Released

The surgeon's optimism about Tir's recovery was proven to be warranted when Tir was released from the hospital exactly a week after he'd been admitted. Amidst a crowd of nurses who had gathered to say goodbye to their favorite patient, Peter happily wheeled his lover out to a waiting car that Moragainne had sent to pick them up and take them to her home. The generous offer to have Tir and Peter stay with her would have been impossible to refuse. Peter knew that Tir would feel more relaxed in the warmth of a real home rather than the hotel, and he would have more space for his temporary office. It was an ideal situation. Peter had made his phone calls, and while he'd been disappointed that Inez said she wouldn't be joining them, he did understand that while he thought of her as a mother, the truth was she was Will's mom and her taking a trip to Ireland to be with Peter would upset him. Things were already on shaky ground with Will and Peter didn't want to run the risk of losing him. He was dreading telling him about the engagement, but he knew that it would need to be done.

Once they were settled in the car, Peter put his arm around Tir so his lover could rest against him. "How're you feeling, baby? We can still have an ambulance take you if you don't think you'll be comfortable."

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Peter felt Tir's words to his very soul. He knew that Tir was his and no one could take him away, but hearing it made it more concrete somehow.

"When you're better, I'm going to make sure you never forget that," he said softly.

As far as Tir's concerned, that little part of him could curl up and die a quiet death right that moment. The look in Peter's eyes, his words...the man was worth a thousand of Colm and Tir was his...enough said. "Yes, sir."

Peter smiled at that, then sobered a little and cupped Tir's cheek. "Now, prove you belong to me, sweetheart," he whispered.

"Anything you want, sir." Tir turned his head and kissed Peter's palm before he continued making his way down Peter's body until his mouth hovered over the Yank's impressive cock, breath blowing across the dark, shining wet head.

Peter was relishing the fact that he had to hold himself back and not be as aggressive as he would otherwise be with his lover. The restraint made Tir's wonderful teasing even more incredible to him.

"Very good," he murmured, his cock throbbing.

Tir reached up and pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed, putting under him so his chest was supported; he intended to take his time first teasing and then pleasing Peter. Once he was comfortable, he snaked out his tongue to gather the beads of moisture welling up from the slit of the Yank's cock, savoring the taste with a smile up at his lover before he began slowly tracing every inch of Peter's length.

That smile made Peter melt as much as the slow tease of his lover's tongue on his sensitive flesh. He let out a long, slow breath and watched with rapt fascination at the way Tir worked his erection.

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.

"Oh god...yes, baby...you know exactly how I like it..." Peter groaned and reached to grip Tir's hair, still mindful to be gentle, though it was becoming more and more difficult to do so. "Fuck...you've got the best mouth..."

The words of praise, delivered with a groan of pleasure, and the fingers tightening ion his hair, curled Tir's lips in as much of a smile as he could manage and he moaned in response, moving just slightly faster.

The slight increase in movement drew another low groan from Peter, and he began to move his hips in time with Tir, pushing his cock a little deeper each time. He knew his lover could take it, and if it became too much for him, he would back off.

"That's it," he breathed, tugging a little on Tir's hair now. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?"

Tir's only response was a hum deep in his throat as his fingers sought Peter's balls, stroking the soft skin that covered them as he took the man even deeper into his throat.

"Christ," Peter gasped at the twin sensations, feeling himself starting to tip towards the edge of climax. "I'm close, baby..."

Come for me, lu. Tir thought as he began moving faster, taking Peter all the way in and then pulling back until just the head of his cock was still covered, then down again. His tongue swirled around every inch of Peter's cock as he drew back and he sucked as hard as he could as he moved his head down again, over and over, humming almost constantly with sheer want the need to feel the Yank fill him with everything he had.

Tir's actions gave Peter the last bit he needed to finally fall over the edge, and with a shout he thrust his cock into Tir's throat and came hard enough to make the bed shake with the force of it. "Fuck...oh fuck..." he gasped out, shivering and shaking as his orgasm ripped through him.

As Peter shivered, Tir lapped up every trace of come and then slowly crawled back up his lover's body, dropping kisses as he went and finally crawling into the Yank's arms with a self satisfied little smirk. "I'll take that as a compliment," he teased.

"You should," Peter said, his voice breathy. He carefully tightened his arms around Tir and sighed contentedly. "You give the best blow jobs I've ever had, baby."

"Just blow jobs?" Tir grinned as he snuggled down carefully in Peter's arms. "Well at least I know I've one talent."

"Did I say it was just blow jobs?" Peter asked. "Don't fish for compliments, baby," he said, mock scolding his lover.

"Yes, sir." The smirk melted into a cherub-like impish grin. "Wouldn't want y' t' have t' discipline me, now would I?"

"That's right," Peter chuckled. "You know how much I hate doing it, and I know how much you hate being on the receiving end."

"Oh aye, I've seen the truth of that statement." The grin widened as Tir turned his head and nipped the flesh that lay just under Peter's ear.

Peter shivered, delighted by the sensation. "Baby, what can I do for you that won't make you rip a stich?"

"We can try anything y' want, luv." Tir answered seriously, wanting more than anything to be done with the stitches and the possibility of pain. "Well short of bendin' me over the bed that is. If it's too much, I promise I'll tell y' at the first twinge, aye? The doctor said that I should have a care not t' move too sudden or too far." There been more warnings, as Tir had told Maseo honestly most of the intimate details of his personal preferences, but he somehow didn't think Peter would be keen to strap him to a bench and paddle him or fuck him in a swing. "We can at least try, aye?"

"Trying is very good," Peter said, giving Tir a gentle kiss that belied just how much he wanted to make him scream with pleasure. "I'll take it slowly and we can stop whenever you want. I just want to give you something back."

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