[ Hei lets her puzzle the condom out for a moment. In any other circumstances, the way she studies it, bright-eyed and curious as a child with a hanayama puzzle, would be amusing. But the fabric of his patience, always threadbare, is threatening to rip at the seams right now. Before she ends up rolling it in the wrong direction, or too far down its length, he takes over. His hands cover hers; he guides her not with words but with a straightforward demonstration, the way he'd been taught so many years ago. Shows her how to determine which way the condom rolls by using her fingers. How to settle it over the head of his erection, pinching the tip shut, then carefully rolling the rubber down his shaft, smoothing any air bubbles in an offhand motion. ]
[ Once it's fitted in place, he murmurs, only slightly breathless, ] See? Just a brain -- and a working pair of hands. [ Stretching his neck forward, he nips at her lower-lip, teasing, ] Occasionally, sobriety is also a plus.
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[ Once it's fitted in place, he murmurs, only slightly breathless, ] See? Just a brain -- and a working pair of hands. [ Stretching his neck forward, he nips at her lower-lip, teasing, ] Occasionally, sobriety is also a plus.