Jera accused him of flattery, but Ursalo was completely guilty in that regard and completely unrepentant. He grinned widely since it seemed to work, Jera's efforts doubling as he quickened his pace, added another finger into the squelching mess.<br/><br/>Ursalo watched, breathless and wanting as Jera arched into his thrusting fingers, desperate for it to be something else. Soon, soon, soon enough.<br/><br/>And then finally...<i>Good enough to start? </i>Cheeky, but Ursalo was too impatient to scold him.<br/><br/>The demons answer was in his actions. The moment Jera's clever hand was out of the way, Ursalo was there, pressing the thicker of his cocks into the elf's stretched hole. It slipped inside almost too easy, the passageway so slick there was hardly any resistence. One moment he was pressing in the head and the next he was inside before he was ready, inside that glorious heat, that breath taking tightness. Such blissful, bewildering pleasure. It made the demon quake.<br/><br/>Ursalo cried out, a helpless sound of surprise and delight. It felt almost better than it had last night. What a marvel, what a gift to have a second tasting better than the first.<br/><br/>"Ah, darling," Ursalo whimpered and wrapped himself around Jera again, pressing their bodies together as tightly as they could be. Ursalo's arms slipped under the elf's back and his snakes coiled around Jera's head and neck and shoulders and arms, anywhere that they could reach.<br/><br/>Ursalo thrusted, and the way was so slippery and wet he could hardly stand it, couldn't help but slide into the next thrust and the next.