His breath hitches excitedly when Peter lifts him up, his legs instantly hooking around the man's hips to better their leverage. His arms loop around Peter's neck as the man kisses him, Stiles moaning into it as he curls his fingers into Peter's hair.

It thrills him, they are each others now. Stiles moans into the kiss again, returning it and eagerly arching into Peter's body. He pulls back only for a moment to breath against the man's lips. "Inside," he murmurs, then leans in to kiss him again.