mature, peter/stiles, 3024
Stiles will never ever admit it out loud, but there's something about Peter that's always made him want to drop to his knees, even (especially) when Peter's at his most dangerous. So, when he sinks to the carpet between Peter's feet, eyes on Peter's the whole way down, it feels a little like Christmas morning.
Peter's eyes are wide with surprise and dark with arousal, only the faintest hint of blue edges visible from Stiles's current vantage point. He opens his mouth as if to speak but seems to think better of it and Stiles is ridiculously pleased that Peter's too fucking greedy to bother asking if he's sure.