It’s his story — booze, bras, Bon Jovi and all — and he’s sticking to it.

Accused “rape cop” Officer Kenneth Moreno stuck to his priestly tale of having counseled, serenaded and chastely snuggled with a stumbling-drunk young fashion executive after being dispatched to her aid two years ago — and how he never had sexual contact with her even after she came at him in a bright pink brassiere and nothing else.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Moreno explained of his claim of having never told his partner — who was purportedly dozing on a couch in the next room — about his footloose, platonic romp.

“I have a reputation of not saying — if I have something with a lady, I don’t say anything.”

“It’s your testimony you never took off your vest?” prosecutor Coleen Balbert demanded after launching into a second day of cross-examination in Manhattan Supreme Court.

The woman had testified tearfully last month of waking up stripped and prone on her bed to the sound of Velcro being ripped open — the sound, prosecutors say, of Moreno removing his bullet proof vest.

“Never,” Moreno answered of the vest.

“You never removed the strap, making a sound?” the prosecutor asked.

“Never,” Moreno repeated.

“You never inserted your penis into her vagina while she was laying on her stomach, passed out?”

“Never,” the cop answered, his brows knit in outrage.

Moreno 43, and his partner, Officer Franklin Mata, 29, are in their sixth week of trial, battling charges of first degree rape — Mata as the alleged lookout. Burglary charges were added for good measure, based on sidewalk surveillance video showing the cops used the intoxicated woman’s key to make three additional visits to her East Village apartment after being dispatched there on a pre-dawn morning in December, 2008 to help her out of her cab.

Both cops have taken the stand, with Mata insisting he knows nothing and Moreno insisting the woman was just a little drunk, and had repeatedly pleaded with him to keep checking on her.

Moreno has also told a riveting narrative — utterly contrary to the woman’s own — of how, between bouts of vomiting into her toilet, she begged for him to counsel her on beating the booze and held his hand in the puke-smeared bathroom while he sang her a verse of Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer.”

By Moreno’s account, the “lady” then made a gazelle-like leap from vomit to va-va-voom, inviting him into her bed, and, when he demurred, emerging from under the covers in only her bra. It was bright pink, Moreno said.

Confronted with a crime photo of the bra — which was pale pink — Moreno amended, “Well, it wasn’t neon. I’m just saying it seemed to stand out against the color of her skin.”

If anything, Moreno’s account grew in insistence and detail under the prosecutor’s attempts to point out implausibilities

“I was embarrassed,” he said of his claim of never telling his partner of one-and-a-half years — companion to his four visits to the woman’s apartment, about the strange encounter — even after the woman wore a wire and confronted him outside his workplace, the Ninth Precinct.

“You never said anything to your partner?” Balbert asked at one point.

“I don’t know what to say to him,” Moreno said.

“How about, ‘She’s accusing us both of rape?’ How about saying that? You never told your partner of one and a half years not one word of what she told you?”

“What I said to him was that I think something happened to her that night,” the cop answered. “I didn’t know what else to say. I was confused.”

“He was there with you his whole night,” Balbert shouted, crossing the courtroom to point a finger at Mata at the defense table.

“And you never said to him she is accusing us of a crime?”

“I didn’t think of it like that,” Moreno insisted.

“And this partner, this person, is your witness to what happened that night!” Balbert continued, her volume rising to a near shriek. “This person could be your alibi!”

“I wasn’t thinking about protecting myself,” the cop insisted.

Moreno’s testimony is expected to last into the afternoon. Jurors have been told that their deliberations will begin before week’s end.