The praise is almost more than he can handle, and he lets out a low pleased sound as he kisses Peter back, harder and more passionate than previously, clinging to the man. Stiles can't... really remember the last time someone's told him that, and he didn't realize until then how much he's wanted to hear it.

"Peter, please," Stiles whines softly against his mate's mouth, hips rolling slowly against Peter's own.