Ursalo was being as gentle as he knew how, but Jera could feel the power in him, the strength in his grip and in his snakes' touch: he knew there would be marks, bruising where they coiled so tightly around him, on his upper arms and neck and anywhere else they squeezed just a bit too much...  And the demon's hands, they would leave impressions, his embrace like iron and inescapable.  Though escape was the farthest thing from Jera's mind.<br/><br/>Somehow this felt even better than last night.  Now they had more of an understanding of each other, a rhythm where they fit, and each slow thrust followed that lovely pattern-- not deep, meant instead to entice, to tease him open, to bring him to readiness so he could take in the second.  Just thinking of it made him keen softly, burying his face into Ursalo's throat and planting little kisses there.  The snake was singing, the sounds so beautiful in the dark; the fire was low and simmering, leaving just enough light to appreciate the gleam of his scales, to see the shallow rut of his hips as he pressed in and out...<br/><br/>The words made Jera moan: yes, yes, almost ready, almost...  He squirmed and writhed beneath the demon, thighs shivering and hole stretched, wetness slathered between them and bodies entwined.  Gods, he would stay like this forever, held in Ursalo's arms and impaled for eternity.<i>Ride me</i>, the snake hissed as he pressed his face to Jera's; it made him ache, made him throb, body burning with desire, and Jera nodded faintly, gasping little breathfuls of cool night air.  Oh, oh he would ride him, let him see his silhouette against the sky, the stars showering around his shoulders.  He'd ride and ride and ride, until they could both take no more.<br/><br/>Ursalo's sweet request was answered-- Jera held on tighter, waited until the demon was seated firmly within, and then carefully rolled them both over with a quiet laugh.  It took only a moment, the most delightful jostling of Ursalo's cock against his walls making him sigh with pleasure, and once seated on top, Jera rearranged himself.  His hands found their way to Ursalo's chest, stroking over the smooth, hard planes, and his thighs opened wide to straddle the other properly.  From here, the stars did cast their glow on the elf, lighting up his pale silver skin, his shiny, bouncing curls, and his crimson eyes flickered in the dying firelight.<br/><br/>"Like this...?" He asked, panting the words out as he began: slow and gentle, following the same shallow rhythm as before, but now it was Jera's hips that ground against Ursalo's, Jera's movements that made them slide together, sheathing the snake inside him, cock weeping against the other's firm stomach as his hole pulsed around the thick shaft pressing in and out...  He couldn't help the low noise of satisfaction, and a smile formed on his freckled lips as he cupped Ursalo's cheeks in his hands, just to caress those delicate scales and hold him near.