It's whirlwind and wild and it's everything Peter needs. It's been years since he's indulged in things like this, for his pleasure, his desires, what he wants. It feels amazing and he can't help how eager he is for it all, and he won't feel guilty for that.

Not that he's even imagining what even the word guilt might be as he pushed up and into the kiss. Moaning into the kiss, his tongue wicked and his body moving in needful ways. No thoughts for the fears of hunters, or family. Just one thing.

"Take me," he groans between kisses. "Fuck, use me."