Stiles trudged beside Derek, immediately regretting letting him stay in human form. There was no way he'd walk through the forest with a naked man at his side. Thankfully he'd planned to take longer then a day from home, so a spare set of clothes were in his pack. However, they were clothes made for Stiles, and the skin-tight material of the jeans weren't leaving much to the imagination. Stiles tried his best not to let his eyes shift whenever possible, but.. everything about Derek was attractive, next to him, Stiles felt measly and weak. He crunched his knuckles around the straps of his bag nervously. They hadn't bothered trying to fit him into the shirt. Leaving Stiles with a shirtless, near exposed companion. Derek was... very attractive.

"So, where were you headed?" the wolf asked, attempting to make some sort of conversation.

"My grandmother's." Stiles replied, training his eyes on the white tips of his sneakers, "she's sick, so I was bringing her some good food."

"Alone?" Derek frowned.

Stiles shrugged, "I always go out alone. My father spends most of his day out."

The wolf furrowed a brow, "Your mother doesn't come along?"

There was a short pause before Stiles looked up at him, a sad smile on his lips, but eyes that looked as if they were about to cry, "I don't really have a mother. She died a long time ago." he sighed, "Never really knew her honestly..."

Derek's steps fell a little closer to his, and before he could understand, there was a warm arm around his shoulder. A comforting gesture, "I'm sorry."

"Mmn." Stiles hummed.

The boy was led by the wolf for some ways, until finally he found the path again. The familiarity was welcoming. "Thank you." he muttered, "I think I can find my own way from here, but you've been so kind.. so thank-"

"Like hell." Derek growled, "I'm not letting you out of my sight until you get there."

This really shouldn't have given Stiles pink cheeks, and it certainly shouldn't have urged his fingers to nervously play with the lace of his hood. He wasn't exactly sure if he was just being nice- or... something... "N-no. That's alright thank you. I can find my own way." he repeated.

There was a light snarl from the wolf, his angry expression clear, "No." he barked, "You shouldn't go walking in the woods alone."

"It's safer to walk with a wolf?!"

Stiles was dancing on a dangerous edge, Derek wasn't exactly a patient soul. With a final growl, the man lowered himself, pulling Stiles up and over his shoulder. The boy kicked and wailed his limps about, "H-hey! Put me down! Do you hear me?!"

"Shut up." he snapped.

"Stupid wolf! Let me go!" Stiles demanded, punching at Derek's back, "Put me down! Stop it!"

Irritated, the wolf tightened his grip, snarling grumpily, "You'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place. It's not safe."

Out of desperation, Stiles bit into Derek's skin, sinking in his teeth hard. That got the wolf's attention. He let out a full growl, much different from the light and threatening ones from earlier. This one was serious. Derek slipped the boy off from his shoulder, slamming him up against one of the trees violently. The face that confronted Stiles was half wolf and half human, fur scaling along the sides of his face, a large forehead and gleaming eyes. Derek was angry. Stiles felt a small shiver course through him as his mouth opened slightly, revealing rows of canine teeth.

That dangerous mouth neared his face, threatening snarls ghosting over his cheek, "You've done it again." he informed, resigning to the boy's creamy neck, eyes connecting the dots with his moles. They were beautifully scattered over his skin, "You've got my wolf excited..."

Stiles let his mouth fall silently open, not knowing what defense to use against the trapping arms on either sides of his body. He was trapped, sandwiched between Derek and the tree, an excited werewolf nuzzling his neck... in a rather enjoyable way.

"I have... an unreasonable desire to protect you..." he breathed, raspy and urgent.

"Protect me?" Stiles questioned, the thrill of a hand snaking its way up his side and beneath his shirt making his body melt.

The wolf buried his nose against Stile's skin, drinking in his scent, "God, you smell good..."

Stiles could feel his cheeks heat thanks to Derek's close proximity, "Th-thank you?" he stuttered.

Without warning, the wolf licked at his neck, trailing his taste buds all the way up to the boy's ear. Stiles shuddered. This wolf was very sensual with him. Part of his awkward virgin self was hesitant, the rest of him clinging to the delicious feeling. He let his hands rise to clutch at Derek's shoulders, subconsciously tilting his head to give him more access. The innocent licking morphed into light bites, the first of which surprised Stiles enough to let out a small whimper.

The cruel bark of the tree scratched at Stiles' back as he felt himself be lifted, shrinking down onto Derek's lap in a sense as the wolf put himself between the boy's legs. Derek's firm body pressed against his was all the support Stiles had. His arms desperately looked for steady turf on Derek's back, digging his fingers into the wolf's back in attempt to regain some sort of stability. He whimpered once more when the wolf growled into his neck, more of a seductive growl then he'd heard before. The back pack lay lonely on the forest floor as Derek let his hands run along the boy's body, all effort concentrated in making the boy squeal again. His fingers ghosted over the skin of his hip, pushing up under his clothes. Stiles could hardly breathe.

"D-Derek.."

A low, aroused growl drifted through the trees.