Peter works his way slow and deep, his body on fire, his wolf on rampage. His breath comes heavy against Stiles' neck and a shiver runs through him at his touch.

His lips press against the boy's neck, tasting his skin. But his hips doesn't move yet. Peter wants to feel Stiles like this a little. Deep and just keeping them close under the warm rays of water. It's stuffy and hot and Peter's knees are shivering from need and pleasure.

"Call me again..." he breathes, his lips rub against Stiles' skin before he moves to lick at his neck to taste him too.

((ooc: aww, you're so nice. XD But don't feel bad your well being comes first after all.))