((ooc: No problem, I'm ok with backtagging. ^^ I'm also spotty lately. ;;))

The scent of Stiles' need doesn't help Peter at all. He's fucking him with his fingers, tilting his head to bury his nose into his hair and take a deep breath. He shivers in anticipation, even if they just had their share.

He goes for the kiss, just as hungry and wanting and needy. It's insane how he feels like this, as if he's finally alive and it all thanks to Stiles.

With a rough movement he grabs the boy and turns him around, his hands roaming his chest, barely resisting to claw his skin. Peter presses his hardness against, Stiles' ass wondering how short his recovery time was.

"Tell me when you're ready..." he breathes, hands sliding to take the boy's cock, squeezing it.