Tell Luke yes, but...

"You are absolutely fuckable," you say, "but... there's a problem. I wasn't expecting to have sex with anyone. I don't have condoms or lube."

"That's not a problem," Luke says, sliding up against you, his thick, soft fur caressing your swiftly swelling cock. "More like... a minor inconvenience. If that, even. My kind were engineered to be resistant to all forms of disease -- made us better soldiers if we couldn't get sick. So we don't need condoms. And as for lube... It's a luxury where I come from. We've learned to do without."

"Yeah, but--"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you up against him, his warm hands grabbing your ass and kneading the firm muscles. "Trust me."

"Oh, wow, you're so soft," you breathe, giving in to temptation and burying your hands in the creamy fur on his chest.

"Not anymore," he says and makes a pleased murring sound as he wraps his fingers around your wrists and guides your hands down his chest, over his flat, hard abs, and to the furry sheath at his crotch. Curious, you run your fingers down the sides, feeling something hard and throbbing hidden within. Luke groans and rocks his hips, rubbing against you, and you feel the sheath swell against your hand. The opening widens as the tip of his cock emerges, slick and red.