Stiles moans and writhes against Peter, pushing back into his fingers and meeting each thrust of them deep inside of him. He almost groans at the loss of those fingers when Peter pulls his hand away, though he knows what he's going to get is far better.

His hands shoot out to stop him from faceplanting into the shower wall, hips pushing back against Peter's groin where he can feel just how much the man wants this.

"I'm ready, Peter, please," he pants out, rocking against him and whimpering for it.



(( yay! work has my hours all over the place, so sometimes I get home and just go to bed lol))