Peter pulls their bodies close and closer, feeling Stiles against his. He wants to be close, he needs to be close, he realizes. He wants this more than it's acceptable after a round like that. Stiles is making him crazy and it's also dangerous. But Peter is too far gone to care, he wants and he takes.

His hand slide lower on the boy's body, his skin is like a drug. Peter barely realizes the possessive growl as his fingers grab Stiles' ass for a moment before traveling forward to his entrance. Peter lets out a shivering sigh as he feels the rim with his fingers, how wet and used it is... A moan breaks from him, sliding his fingers deeper.

"So perfect for me..." Peter breathes, feeling his skin burn again.