Peter waits on the bed, already shirtless and sitting cross-legged, giving her a smile and perking up when Talia puts down the toys. For a second too long, he got a bit distracted by the curve of her neck and the strong shoulders but started paying attention soon enough.

He picks up the cactus-like one to poke lightly at the nubs, testing how hard those are. If they end hurting the pads of his fingers, he probably doesn't want them pressing against any other more delicate skin. It's a little too small for what they have in mind too and he carefully puts it down.

"Me too. I know how bad loneliness can get." Peter reaches out to slowly slide a hand down her forearm, fingers brushing the inside of Talia's wrist. He brings her hand close to his mouth and kisses the knuckles.

"Looks like we have a winner then, the key here is that we both have fun." The smile turns more mischievous. "It's tad more colorful than I was expecting, I guess it's time to figure out if pink looks good on me."

Growing up in space has given Peter the opportunity to meet a lot of interesting people and try all sort of things in and out of the bedroom. He's not usually intimidated and often happy to tackle new things. If there's something that gets him uncomfortable, she would realize it quickly looking at his face than needing her nose for confirmation. He's not very good at hiding his emotions. Besides, lying to someone in bed only leads to problems for both of them.

Peter's a romantic at heart and he likes to touch people to show his interest, so he couldn't help the kiss. There will be more in the near future, all over her body if she lets him.

"Ah, that's good." He means it too. Even if she didn't use the word pack, Peter can tell they're a tight group. He has his crew, they're his actual family no matter how much they argue a drive each other up the wall on a daily basis. "I don't mind the flashiness. I've never tried anything that vibrates on myself, though, so that will be new."

By the sound of it, Peter is more curious than concerned. His tendency to dive head-first into all sorts of situations doesn't exclude sex, far from it. Green eyes follow Talia until she's out of view and then Peter busies himself with, well, himself. He gets rid of the reds of his clothes and inspects the drawer, finding the tube of lube quickly. Smearing some on his fingers and leaning back against a pillow propped up on the headboard, he waits a few seconds for the gel to warm up before sliding them between his spread thighs.

"You're not, ah, going to keep me waiting for long, I hope...?"

That's going to come in handy for sure and he appreciates that Talia has been considerate enough to offer not only options before but commodities now. He inspects the plug out for a moment, then coats it with slick to work it inside of him until it's seated comfortably in his ass. As eager as Peter is to play, it's been a while since he's done this on his own and much less with anybody, so the stretch and burn of now help to ease what will come later. Talia might hear a strangled mewl coming from Peter as he pushes the toy in further with teasingly slow nudges. Leaning his head to the side, he chuckles at the view the shadows offer, giving a low wolf whistle before humming.

"Tease." Oh, he loves that. "I already am." Enjoying the view, he means, and he's also enjoying the anticipation. It makes warmth spread down from his chest to the tip of his uncomfortably hard and untouched cock. Peter's 38 years old, not a teenager anymore although he hasn't lost an ounce of his usual nervous energy, he's only learned to control it a little better. Sometimes.

His entire body stiffens in surprise for a few seconds once Talia shows herself, muscles squeezing the toy inside him involuntarily and making Peter let out a winded sigh. Her werewolf senses should be able to pick up the way the man's scent spikes with want. So that's the game they will be playing. Nice. He doesn't need to say the word 'Gorgeous' out loud to make it clear that's what she looks like to him. His eyes have darkened, the green around his dilated pupils now only a thin ring.

When Talia walks over to him, Peter tilts his chin back a little as if to show her the column of his throat. He stares back into her eyes, then lowers his gaze to admire the view in front of him. Peter bites his bottom lip and then looks back up again with a shudder caused by the feather.

"Lonely. Not full enough too." He says cheekily, using the word they were discussing before. The last part comes out a little breathless as the feather tease the sensitive skin of his cock, hard and curving over his lower stomach. Peter mutters a low 'fuck', his breathing just a little heavier and his hips twitching.

Usually, his hands and mouth would be all over her already, Talia makes a maddening view, and his abs clench and relax at her closeness. But Peter has the feeling she likes to be in charge so he's trying to behave and ignore how his fingers itch to touch and his body screams to be touched back in a bolder way. He does shift his legs, a thigh brushing against her own, muscle against softer skin. "Do I have to beg?"