She said a bad word. A bad, dirty, hot word. And then her hand was on his dick and he was letting out a breathy whine, his hands on her arms, holding and squeezing as lust punched him hard enough to almost double him over. He wanted to ask more questions because no, he didn't really know what it meant for her to be in heat other than what he'd vaguely heard about for dogs; whining and humping things. Yowling for cats. But she wasn't a cat. Or a dog. She was a very hot werewolf who was touching him where no one else had touched him before and god... god...

He lifted a hand off her arm, bringing it up to her face. "Are you sure you're... you?" Rule one; make sure your partner was capable of consent. Like, actually capable and not in some weird hump-craze.