Peter doesn't miss the small movement, his skin heating up just at the implication. Well, that dinner will be fast, he thinks.

He follows Stiles, putting on some clothes too for eating, but Peter feels it's somehow really unnecessary. He helps Stiles prepare some plates to not to make too much mess with the sandwiches. And as the scent hits him, Peter has to realize he also needs some food too. But it feels good, it's almost cozy. Feeling satisfied, being fed with his mate next to him over a successful hunt. It fills him with a primal content he didn't feel since a long time.