Vaguely, like muffled music, Howl can pick up on the pleasure rolling through her. This is undoubtedly one of the most fascinating elements of being bonded, at least in Howl's mind - it's so completely different from the bond he had with Calcifer, raw and unrefined in comparison, but more indulgent than anything Calcifer could ever give him.

"Iramaat," he breathes against her neck, before pressing his lips against her skin again to kiss down her chest, between her breasts, and up to the opposite nipple. While he licks tenderly around her areola, the hand teasing her other breast travels downward, searching for the split between her legs. Without disturbing her own work - or, at least trying not to - his fingertips search for a moment until they find the nub at the top and pull on the delicate hood teasingly.