"I wish I could make you beg more." Peter moans as he feels Stiles getting ready for him, and pushing back against him. Peter really wishes he had more strength, but he's lost and goes with the flow. His wolf is strong and it doesn't want to play now. Not now. Not when he wants to claim his mate over and over again.

He grabs Stiles' hips with one hand and slides between his cheeks, pressing against his entrance. Peter closes his eyes a his hips move without him barely noticing and thrusting in slowly, feeling everything. His lips part, his head drops low so he can press his nose against Stiles' neck, smelling him again.

((omg, I know the feeling. XD but it's better to sleep and rest anyway, so it's not a problem, really!))