"Good..." Peter pants, his rhythm picking up. He's also close to his peak, and also to lose his mind. He's gripping Stiles tighter to anchor himself as he's riding toward his own pleasure too. "Think of me when you come, Stiles. Feel me and know it's me you belong to... it's me in your body, in your mind." Peter is only half aware of his words as his need and desire fogs his mind.