This is pure smut, and it's short and probably sucks because this is my first time writing smut. None the less I wanted to give you guys something... So here it is! Tell me what you think?

So I've been forgetting to put the disclaimer like the poor author I am, so here it is: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters.

They tread into the dark forest, breaking into a sprint and then into a full out run. Chasing each other between the trees, Stiles runs ahead of Derek, he's so fast he's flying, it's so graceful and so freeing. The burn in his legs pushing him to go yet faster, he's never felt this alive, so connected to the earth. He can feel the cool snow on the pads of his paws, pushed back with each stride to soft and soggy soil, the snows been melting so rapidly rather than freezing it loosens the ground beneath. He hears each shutter in the tree's caused by the ever-whistling wind, hears each animal scuttle and snore. Feels the earth turn on it's axis, feels the slight shift and rumble of the tectonic plates beneath him. He can smell the decay, the dead leaves and twigs and grass.

He smells he vines resilient but not invincible as they dry in the frost, the world is new. But so very old and so very beautiful. He comes to a clearing where the stars are sharp and bright and he rest on his haunches, laying down as Derek breaks through the tree's and into sight. The dark furred wolf pushes Stiles onto his belly up. Crawling over him and shifting smoothly, watching as Stiles does the same, the snow melts beneath their heat leaving in it's place lose soil. The bite of the cold and the wind doesn't affect him, his body is still reeling from the shift.

He is hot from the inside out and so is Derek, who's settled on his hips and is straddling him as he cradles his face in that soft way he seems to have taken to. Looking at him as if he holds the secrets to the universe, marveling. He is so obviously smitten, and Stiles wonders how he missed this, how rapidly Derek fell. An easy contrast to Stiles initial attraction, marred by his bitterness and slowly deteriorating. Yet in this moment it only blooms unfurling in his chest and warming him as his blood pumped faster.

He clasp his hands behind Derek's neck, pulling him closer to Stiles yet, their noses brushing each other, their breath combing and billowing. Mist fading into the air, his eyes are so bright, his heart is so fast. Stiles pulling him yet closer and their lips met soft and chaste, melting into something more hungry, more desperate and needy. Wanting, Derek is licking into his mouth and they are so suddenly fighting for dominance. Tongues battling for free reign of the others mouth. Derek let's Stiles win and he plunders the warm space, licking every nook and cranny, then massaging his tongue against Derek's own. Turning his head and baring his neck, breathing heavily and Derek goes to town on his neck.

(Here be smut)

He's panting and there's these low moans escaping from his lips that turn into high whines and soft mewls and Derek's not stopping any time soon. Stiles feels the older wolfs eyelashes brush against his skin as he presses light kisses into his neck. Sucking at the flesh than nipping before licking it soothingly. Stiles knows instinctively these marks will not heal because his mate put them there. He withers beneath the attention, carding his fingers between Derek's thick, rough, hair and keens. He moves down to his color bone, licking a stripe down the middle of his chest laving at his nipples

Fingers dance across Stiles ribcage and he shakes and shudders and wraps his legs around Derek, who automatically pushes them off instead spreading his legs open. Sitting back and drinking in the sight. The alpha's eyes are bright, sharp and hungry. Taking in the boys pretty pink cock, leaking precum on his pale stomach and staining the light dusting of hair that leads to dark the dark curls framing the boys genitals.

Derek's got his legs over shoulders in a matter of seconds, pulling Stiles closer till he's got his ass in his face.

"Lock your ankles" he pants, Stiles obeys and let's his head thump into the grass when Derek's hands are suddenly on him.

Derek's got large hands and thick long fingers splayed across his ass, gripping him and spreading him open and Stiles let's out a soft oh at the feeling of the cold air hitting his puckered hole. Soon Derek's hot pants are fighting off the chill as he licks at the pink hole and watches it contract, fascinated. He licks broad stokes against him and has Stiles moaning at the sensation easily, switching from the broadness to a direct attack at the hole probing with his tongue till he slides in. Thrusting the hot muscle in and out quickly and nipping at the pucker while Stiles tosses his head from side to side.

He lets out these loud wet moans that he hopes help Derek get the picture because he was really having trouble forming coherent sentences there. He's panting and moaning and mewling, and eventually he starts begging. Begging for Derek to give him more. Derek watches a digit enter Stiles, sending one in to probe gently along with his tongue, then two and started scissoring. By the time they're up to three fingers Stiles is wreaked. Derek only grunts and delivers a few more broad strokes with his tongue before letting Stiles legs down. Then he's rubbing down his chest and griping his dick. Swiping his thumb over the head and spreading that and the precum that had already leaked onto him, slicking himself.

Then he's turning Stiles so he's on his hands and knee's and using Stiles own precum to slick his hole before lining himself up and waiting for Stiles approving nod. Then he's pushing in the head of his cock, watching appreciatively as he disappears inside the boys warmth with each roll of his hips and little thrust till he's bottomed out. Stiles is holding himself up on his elbows and pressing his ass onto Derek, trying to get him deeper. It doesn't work out though because Derek's pulling out and sitting back on his haunches, pulling Stiles up and letting gravity impale the wolf onto him.

Stiles throws his head back into Derek's shoulder and moaning as he lifted him, then dropped him, rolling his hips into the boy and hitting Stiles from all the right angles before repeating the process. Stiles knows he's going to come soon, stutters it to Derek who encourages him and pants about being close too. About filling him up and breeding him and Stiles babbling in gibberish with the need to come by then. Derek freezes and commands Stiles to come.

He does, he comes harder than he ever has in his life and he rolls his hips downwards riding it out, feels Derek seed inside him, warm and already leaking out of him. They sit and come down from their highs before Derek pulls out and collapses, wrapping his arm around Stiles and dragging him onto the ground with him. They stay like that for awhile longer, huddled into each other and listening to the universe till Stiles addresses that they've got business to handle. He's shifted and bounding between the tree's before he can count to ten

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