"He was leaving for work!" Besides, his dad knew not to just walk in when his son's door was closed. Not without knocking, then waiting. His dad had been a teenage boy at some point in his life and had a better inkling of what went on behind said closed doors than perhaps some werewolf girls.

He stood, pulling his pants up and gingerly trying to placate his cock into playing nice and fitting back in his pants when he caught the tail end of her answer. "What? What? Why?" Those were the only stuttered things he could force past his mouth because his brain was currently in porn mode and had taken that an entirely different way, his hips jerking at some of the lurid thoughts running through his mind. This was not helping him try to zip himself up. He was terrified to try, hand covering himself as he tried to zip up around it. Nope, not working.

Why now? He might not have taken that the wrong way if she hadn't walked in now. Ten minutes later and he would have been clear headed and fully (mostly) functional.