Dutifully, Howl maintains the same pace, encouraged along by the lust and need recycling back and forth between them. He answers her soft needy noises with his own, breathing heavy against her skin and a defenseless, soft cry escape his lips when the pleasure distracts from his self-control.

It's becoming too much. His limit is approaching, rapidly, exponentially as it gets closer and closer. The realization incites a pang of delighted panic across their bond before he grabs her hip again and yanks her hip downward, pushing her body along with it until she was almost pressed flat on her stomach against the pillows, with Howl behind and only slightly to the side now. As he climaxes, he pounds his cock into her - not much faster, but forcefully, with the weight of his entire body. While he empties his seed into her, he moans blissfully and lets the edges of his mind blur with hers for just a few seconds.