He woke to the morning as the sunlight slowly streamed in through the window of the tent. He was warm, he couldn't quite pin why he felt so warm though, he reached down the pull back the covers of his sleeping bag. He grabbed a hand. A hand that was resting on his stomach. Then he realized there was a wall of warmth behind him. It all came back to him, hitting him like a brick falling from a 20 story building. He made out with Derek. He SLEPT with Derek, and then he remembered! He told Derek he loved him. But Derek, Derek said it first. Which means that he loved Stiles. He loved him and he had meant it, the look in his eyes told him so.

His heart rate must have picked up a little too much because Derek stirred, lifting his head from Stiles shoulder.

"morning" He let out a shallow yawn, his warm breath on the back of Stiles neck.

"Um, Good morning" Stiles squeaked, trying not to sound too awkward. "How did you sleep?"

As if to answer Derek tightened his grip around Stiles waist and pulled him closer to his body, burying his nose in Stiles neck and taking a deep breath. He must have liked what he smelled because Stiles suddenly became very aware of the hardness pressing against his back. Not that he had any room to talk, he was hard the minute he remembered kissing Derek.

"So, about last night" he said, hoping to get the all too needed conversation over with before he died of sexual tension.

"What about it?" Derek purred. Yes purred, like a freaking cat. Stiles be damned if that wasn't the biggest turn on ever.

As if Derek could read his mind, he suddenly found himself being rolled over so that he was face to face with a very sleepy, very sexy looking Derek. A small grin on his face, something Stiles would definitely like to see more of.

"Well, it's just that, where do we stand, I mean, as 2 people who made out and admitted their undying love for each other, what does that make us?" he let the words rush out, it was the only thing he could think to do.

This time though Derek had what looked like a whimsical gleam in his eyes and Stiles had no time to prepare himself for the events that fallowed, because Derek's lips were on his before he could so much as protest. Not that he would have, and as if on instinct, he pushed forward into the kiss, trying his best not to act like a total virgin.

"That. That wasn't and answer. But we should do that more. Yes, definitely need to be doing that regularly for my sanities sake." Sparks were flying around in his head.

"Fine" Derek let out a small huff, "It means we are together. It means we obviously see something in one another that I am all to willing to pursue." he winced a little when he finished.

"So, your asking me to be your, what? boyfriend?" stiles said in a teasing tone.

"No. Im telling you your mine. Mine and mine only." Derek let a growl punctuate every "mine".

"That's good. I can live with that." Stiles said. He didn't need to think, he was Derek's, and Derek was his. Derek simply let one of his eyebrows climb his face. God, how did he do that? Was there some kind of special "How-to-make-your-eyebrows-scale-your-face-to-seduce-your-lover" training that Derek went too? He'd have to ask later, but first:

"I'm yours" Stiles said it with confidence, and it was like a switch in Derek's brain had been thrown.

"MINE!" he growled out, pushing Stiles on his back and climbing over so that he was on top of him.

Stiles let out a gasp as Derek's body pressed against his own, the heat from the wolf threatening to cook Stiles alive. He loved the feel as every inch of his skin was enveloped by Derek's warmth. Then they were kissing again. It was deep and passionate, also a little sloppy. Derek's tongue was trying to map out every inch of Stiles mouth. The heat of their mouths was incredible, Derek's taste was intoxicating. He couldn't help but whimper when Derek pulled back. His eyes were bleeding slightly red as his mouth descended on Stiles neck. He was lick, kissing and nipping at every inch of Stiles exposed throat. Stiles was moaning into every touch. Derek's hands started to explore Stiles body, rubbing down his arms, over his sides and down to his hips. The motion sent little electric shocks to Stiles brain. Then Derek moved his hand to the waistband on Stiles boxers. Pulling teasingly at the elastic while Derek continued to suck hickeys into Stiles shoulders. Derek must have finally had enough because he yanked down his and Stiles remaining clothes with one fluid motion. Stiles let out a startled whine as their members smacked together. Derek's dick was already slick with precum and was making a mess of Stiles own. As if that wasn't enough Derek took hold of both lengths in his hand and started pumping. His precum making for an excellent lube, all Stiles could do was thrust up into the grip. Derek was moving their bodies together like they were one. Pumping with his fist while he returned his attention back to Stiles neck. This time he was nipping even more, stopping every few seconds to let out a moan as Stiles thrust back up into Derek's grip. Now Derek's hand was gone, he was simply rutting into Stiles hips, their cocks grinding against each other, eliciting moans and whimpers from both parties. Derek had buried his head into Stiles neck now, sucking away at the flesh there. Stiles has griping the older mans back as he rutted into him. If he didn't have super healing abilities, Derek's back would be covered in scratches and blood as Stiles clawed his way through all the pleasure. Derek's entire body started to tense, his hips snapping faster and faster in to Stiles, a wet pop with every thrust against the young boys member. He was moaning loudly now, practically screaming Stiles name. His teeth grazing the skin on Stiles neck.

"Can I?" he managed to get the growl out, not faltering in his ministrations. Stiles had read enough on Werewolves and Pack behavior/dynamics to know exactly what Derek was asking. He wanted to mark Stiles. He wanted to claim him, to make him his. Stiles had already decided, he was Derek's. And Derek was his.

"Yes, god, DO IT already!" He screamed.

Derek didn't hold back. He sank his teeth into the crook of Stiles neck, where there was more muscle then windpipe. As he did this he gave one final rut, his body going ridged, Stiles could see the muscles along his back tighten. Stiles started coming in short spurts while Derek simply painted their bodies in a steady stream of cum. It was so hot Stiles thought maybe Werewolves ejaculated liquid magma. Derek just kept going like that, still rutting into Stiles, slowing down at his own pace and unloading everything he had.

When he was finished he collapsed on top of Stiles, bringing their now sticky bodies flush together once again. They laid there like that for minutes. Just breathing deeply and taking in what had just happened. Then Derek rolled off Stiles and sat up. He looked down at the boy and smiled.

"I love you"
"I love you too."

I did it. Im proud. I don't even care if it sucked. First time writing..well that. So, please be gentle. Also, SO NOT OVER. Im already typing the next chapter. Lets see if we cant hit 20k for the hell of it.