He isn't sure whether to tell her to stop once it becomes clear the rubber surface is thoroughly slicked down. She seems fascinated by it, so he swallows back his words and counts the breaths he takes. In...and out.

Eventually she finally comes back to herself and he chuckles, running his thumb over a furred ear.

"No. But nor should it be loose, for that would defeat the purpose of wearing it in the first place," he says. He presses a kiss to her forehead and gently presses her to the bed once more, shifting closer. "It dulls physical sensation for me, but 'tis a small price to pay for not getting you with child. I know not whether we remain sterile after living in that godless city."