Ursalo let his head tilt back as Jera pressed kisses to his throat, groaning at the starry sky. He was so hot against Ursalo scales, lips and breath warming him in ways the fire couldnt. His own hands were greedy, and they spilled down and grasped Jera's ass, squeezing just for the thrill of it.<br/><br/>"Oh damn your jacket," Ursalo said with a laugh, eyes sparkling and teeth flashing in a joyous smile, made all the brighter by the dancing shadows, "take it off before I rip it off, and then you'll have no clothes at all."<br/><br/>Even as he said it, Ursalo let go of Jera's behind so he could work the fastenings of the damnable jacket, eager and agitated. He was no patient saint either. Far from it.<br/><br/>"Imagine then, this beautiful speckled body walking through the gates completely naked," Ursalo mused as he pulled out the ends from Jera's trousers, "my marks upon it blatant for all the castle to see. Heads would<i>turn</i>, wouldnt they?"