Yours, yoursyoursyours. [ Stiles gasps the words out, over and over, rocking and moving under Peter, meeting each hard, rough thrust. His arms tighten around Peter, and Stiles turns his head to press his mouth against Peter's ear. ]
Always- always be yours. [ He thinks, perhaps, he always has been. Even before that night.
His legs tighten around Peter's hips, helping him move a little faster, more erratic, rocking down onto the man's dick, pulling him deeper into him. He's getting close. ]
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Always- always be yours. [ He thinks, perhaps, he always has been. Even before that night.
His legs tighten around Peter's hips, helping him move a little faster, more erratic, rocking down onto the man's dick, pulling him deeper into him. He's getting close. ]