Ursalo didn't speak, but he didn't need to, instead letting his actions say everything for him.  He brought himself forward, pressing close once Jera's hand was out of the way, and then just a little farther...  It took no effort at all as the demon glided in, drawing a soft gasp from the elf's lips as he felt Ursalo enter; it was the bigger of the two, pushing in and spreading him wider, and he shifted his hips to accomodate the slow, slippery exploration.<br/><br/>So nice, so so nice...  Ursalo made a delicious noise, called him darling and wrapped his arms around him to hold him tight.  The snakes returned in full force, each finding somewhere to cling and grasp, curling around his arms and his neck, anywhere they could reach, and Jera enjoyed all of it-- every little rasp of scales, every silvery hiss, the way Ursalo's body seemed to fit perfectly against his own...<br/><br/>Once the demon's cock was seated fully, buried in him to the hilt, Jera shivered in delight and moaned into Ursalo's ear, hands curved against the other's back and thighs brushing along his legs: the sound only grew louder and more pronounced as Ursalo began to thrust, the movement so easy, the rhythm mesmerizing.  Jera held on tighter as his heart beat quickened, shaft rigid and rubbing against Ursalo's stomach incessantly, hole fluttering and inviting him further in, as deep as he wished to go...  The elf panted out soft laughter, so pleased and warm, and pressed a searing kiss to the demon's cheek, full of adoration.