There was only so much a man could take before giving in to selfishness. The light thrusting of her hips into his hand and mouth was not what did it. The words that tumbled from her lips in what sounded like prayers and begging was not what did it. It was her hand in his hair. The pleasant tugging as her fingers tangled and pulled and pushed at his head to try and get more of what she was being given. The need behind it.
His mouth came up, but not away. Breath ragged as he gasped a little for air against her hair. Remy gave himself a moment to breathe and clear his head enough to think. His coat was beneath him, every pocket reversed from where they would be had it been on him. That meant the condoms were in... that pocket.
His hand left her hip and moved to where her fingers were clutching the duster. She was almost to the same pocket he was going for. His fingers slipped in as his other hand moved to pet her entrance, apologizing for the pause in the entertainment even as he held up the condom pack in his other hand.