Peter tilts his head into Stiles' touch. Lips brushing over his palm,
tasting blood and kill. He isn't in a better shape his injuries will heal
in a day. But Peter feels on the peak of his strength.
His hands move then to hook under Stiles' thighs, lifting him to have at
least a little release in their closeness. Peter pins them against the door
again, arching into the boy's body.
"That's good," he growls. "Because you have my life now." he says leaning
in for a sloppy, bitter tasting kiss.
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Peter tilts his head into Stiles' touch. Lips brushing over his palm, tasting blood and kill. He isn't in a better shape his injuries will heal in a day. But Peter feels on the peak of his strength.
His hands move then to hook under Stiles' thighs, lifting him to have at least a little release in their closeness. Peter pins them against the door again, arching into the boy's body.
"That's good," he growls. "Because you have my life now." he says leaning in for a sloppy, bitter tasting kiss.