[Peter curses as he pulls Stiles to him with one arm, while the other shots out to find some leverage. Stiles' words fire him up, and his ears are also sensitive especially on the edge of turning.]
That's a good boy, Stiles. Come for me, like you wanted. Come on. [He breathes, hips rolling against the boy.]
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That's a good boy, Stiles. Come for me, like you wanted. Come on. [He breathes, hips rolling against the boy.]