Peter is breathing with parted lips against Stiles' neck, his body shivering when the scent peaks. As he feels Stiles holding onto him with everything, not just with his hands, but with his powers too Peter is ready to give everything. He closes his eyes as waves of pleasure rolls over him, thrusting deep and rough into his mate. To claim him, breed him as he promised, for his own sanity too.

His movements become erratic as he's coming more and more. His breath comes out in short, choked puffs as he's losing himself in the sensation, holding onto Stiles tighter as it's leaving him.

"Stiles..." Peter breathes when he finds his voice again, his hips still rolling in a slow, lazy rhythm. "Oh, god, Stiles." he moans, tilting his head to kiss into the boy's neck.