Stiles squirms and lets out a little noise as Peter pushes two fingers into him, the teen spreading his legs a little more to give the man more room to work.

"I- good, I feel good, better. Your- aah- fingers feel good inside me," though not as much as Peter's dick will, he knows. He rocks down onto Peter's fingers, helping to ease them deeper inside of him, and his mind swirls with pleasure, and the words he says next come unbidden.

"Powerful, I felt powerful," he breathes, staring up at Peter. It should surprise him but it doesn't. He's felt that way before. "I liked it," he admits, confesses maybe. Not just the killing, but the fact he made it happen, everything he worked his magic on aided them.