He moaned against her mouth at the luxury of the kiss, her lips, her tongue, her warm body as he shifted and pressed more naked too-hot-but-it-didn’t-matter skin against her. “Do you really not mind?” he asked, at the end of the long kiss. “Just… so I know, for next time.” And next time could be soon, maybe? The thought of letting his need overcome him (with her, because as she was safe with him, he was safe with her) and never once taking his hands off her to reach for a condom again… that was a pretty hot thought. He didn’t want to stop touching her, and, well, maybe it would help get him there? Only one way to find out, right? It wasn’t like not putting a condom on was going too far, not if she was okay with it… it wasn’t like this was going to lead to him down a terrible path, and… he wanted to come, please - he wanted it to be good.