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.