After Iramaat pulls away from the kiss, Howl watches her choose their position with a new, hungry glimmer in his eyes. His gaze travels down her neck, to the elegant curve of her spine, to the soft ginger hair that leads to her delightful white-bottomed bobtail, which he toys with affectionately before lightly gripping her hip.

Some of the fauns he's laid with have had course rough fur, or tangled shaggy fur, but the pelt that encases his cock on two sides is soft and silky. Then there's the soppy wetness above, squeezing from between her swollen lips.

"A step in the right direction," he breathes. Really, rubbing between her thighs like this would be more than enough to bring him to completion, but his indulgence - bordering on gluttony - prevents him from becoming completely impatient. He guides her body as she rocks her hips back and forth, his breathing deep and controlled, allowing her natural slick to coat the top of his cock.

Then, while Iramaat rocks forward, he holds her hip tightly to keep it still and angles his hips back to press the tip against her entrance. It gives way more than it usually would on initial penetration, thanks to her warm-up with the toy, but there's no getting around the natural friction of skin against skin.

Howl sucks in a deep breath and leans forward, planting a kiss on the back of her neck as he slowly, teasingly pushes into her.