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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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"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."

"And I just want t' feel y' inside me." Tir looked into Peter's eyes. "It's been far too long, luv, and I've missed y'."

"Can you handle being on top, baby?" Peter asked, the thought of making love to Tir starting to make him hard again. "Or would it be easier to be on our sides?" He wasn't sure how it would work and Tir's comfort was of the utmost importance to him.

Tir thought it over for a moment, wanting to be under Peter, to feel his lover's body covering his, but he knew that was likely to put too much strain on his back. "On our sides, luv." Reaching up and wrapping both hands around the back of the Yank's neck, he kissed him tenderly before turning carefully over, facing away from the man. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned. "I suppose it'll be the way porcupines do it, aye? Very carefully."

Peter chuckled and kissed the back of Tir's neck. "I'll be so careful, you'll be amazed," he said, reaching around Tir to unfasten his pants and very slowly start to move them down. They were loose enough that he could easily slide them free of Tir's legs. "Just relax and let me do all the work," he murmured, kissing a trail back up Tir's legs.

Peter's lips working their way up the backs of his legs sent shivers through Tir's body. "You amaze me every day, luv." He sighed as he bent one leg to give the Yank more access.

Peter nuzzled between Tir's legs when he opened up to him, kissing and licking him, drowning in the taste and scent of his lover. He was achingly hard now, more than ready to take him and give him what he wanted.

"Is this okay?" he asked before spreading Tir open and dragging his tongue along the hot crevice, teasing his opening with the tip.

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."

Peter grinned and raised his head. "Should I stop?" he asked, covering Tir's bottom with teasing, featherlight kisses.

"If y' dona finish what y' started, I'll mebbe die anyway from want of y'." Tir managed to gasp out with a wild grin.

"Aw, baby, that's what I love about you," Peter said, easing up the bed and gingerly molding his body to Tir's. "You're so enthusiastic." He nuzzled the back of Tir's neck and tenderly caressed his hip. "Does this feel okay?" he asked.

What it felt was like absolute heaven, being completely wrapped in love as well as Peter's arms and Tir managed to turn his head just enough to reach for the Yank's lips. "Kiss me, Peter." He demanded softly, voice trembling with the near overwhelming feeling. "Kiss me and take me, luv. I need y'."

Peter touched his mouth to Tir's and kissed him deeply as his hand slid back to guide his cock into his lover's body. With a soft groan, he pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle and holding back to wait for Tir's response.

Tir pressed back slightly as his inner muscles grasped at Peter's length, trying to draw him in deeper. "Ach, luv...aye, gie it t' me."

Peter pushed in deeper with a low growl of pleasure at the way Tir's body took him in. He moved more carefully than he usually did, but he still buried himself completely inside him, losing himself inside the heat of his lover. "God, you feel so good," he whispered.

Tir couldn't stop himself from rocking back slightly against the length that filled him. "Peter...," he moaned softly one hand moving back to wrap around the Yank's hip. "Love me, mo charaid."

Peter began moving, but still not being as forceful as he usually would. In a way, having to move with slow, easy movements, rocking back and forth in a way that felt like the sweetest torture, made it even more intense than if he pounded Tir with everything he had.

Tir ached to move with Peter, but knew if he hurt himself at all his lover would put an end to every thing until the doctor gave them full permission so he forced himself to lay still, barely rocking his hips, but using the control of his inner muscles to milk every inch of his love. It amazed him just how quickly those gentle thrust were driving him to the edge as Peter's arms held him close. "Love you, Peter." He whispered.

"Love you, too, baby," Peter said, groaning at the way Tir body tightened around him. He was amazed that Tir could respond so well to him when he wasn't even moving. "How're you doing?"

At Peter's moan Tir squeezed a bit more and chuckled. "Can't think of a time I've been better and it sounds like you'd agree, Yank."

"I do," Peter grinned, kissing Tir's neck and reaching around to take hold of his cock in a gentle grip. "Let me know if it's too much," he said, hips rocking and hand slowly starting to stroke him.

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