Peter nods slowly against the Alpha's shoulder, exhaling softly. He can hear the amusement in his voice, but it's not judgement, not as if he's somehow wrong for it. "He was my first. Ever. I was thirteen the first time time I shifted and god, everything was so new and raw and we were both young and it just kind of... happened."

He slides his head down to rest over Derek's heart, so he can listen to his heartbeat. "Wolves don't live like we do. He's not.. he died." His blue eyes mist softly, and he clings to him, breathes him in. Derek, the scent of his Alpha. Strong, here, always here. He's terrible at not feeling, so matter how much he tried, they slip past his defenses, and there's something about Derek that makes it impossible. He always gets hurt when he cares, but this time he has someone to fall into, who catches him when he forgets how to breathe and he doesn't understand how it works, but it does.

What he does understand is the arousal he can taste on the air, and it draws a moan from his mouth as he tilts his head, looking up at Derek with an almost awed look on his face. He's thinking about it, about him, and that shakes a shiver down his spine. "Would you want to knot me?" It's a quiet question, and he looks up at him. Derek's arousal sparks his own, has him half-hard as he looks into his green eyes, slowly curls fingers against his biceps.