Stiles himself feels dizzy with want, with how much he needs Peter in that moment, right then. The little growl that Peter gives goes straight to his cock, his hips rocking forward a fraction before pressing back against the man's hands.

He moans softly as the man's fingers press in, a hitch in his breath as he pushes back onto them, pressing them deeper in. His skin flushes prettily at the compliment, Stiles pulling Peter down into a hungry kiss in response.



((ooc: sorry for the late reply, work ate me alive. ;A; ))