Make him put on a condom, so you can stop stressing

"Nnf, hey..." you moan. "Could you put on a condom? I can't really give it my all like this."

He sighs and crawls off you, kneeling up between your legs. You roll onto your side and reach over to your bedside cabinet, opening the drawer and taking a condom from within.

When you look back though, Sam has already found his own condom from somewhere, and is already rolling it down his shaft.

"Where were you keeping that?" you ask with amused bewilderment, eyeing his utterly naked body.

"Had it in my pocket?" He shrugs.

You figure he must've pulled it out of his trousers when he was taking them off. But the real question is, should you let him use it? He doesn't seem like the kind of asshole who'd sabotage a condom to fuck you up. But then, they never do.