Stiles moans loud and appreciatively when Peter slides into him, his legs coming up to hook around the man's hips to pull him impossibly closer and deeper inside. It leaves him almost breathless, as his hands settle on gripping Peter's shoulders for purchase as his mate thrusts into him.

He tips his head back as the man's mouth travels down to his neck, offering his throat up to his mate, and his alpha, moaning loudly, feeling no need to hold back either. They aren't in Beacon Hills right now, there's no reason for him to be quiet.