[He ran a hand across his face, wiping the sudden return of the sweats from his forehead. He kept glancing at Stiles face and then back down submissively, not aware that he was doing it or that he was edging them both in the direction of the bed in small backward steps.]

I'm ... fuck this is ridiculous! I can't believe this is fucking happening to me right now. I'm in heat.

[He'd meant the word to come out in a snarl, but it was more of a needy grumble of frustration.]

That's why you can't call Scott.