Hot palms traced like sun warmed stones against Ursalo's skin, eliciting a soft hiss as he pressed ever closer to Jera's delicious heat. He remembered how it was last night with the moonlight bearing down on them, how cold it was in that stoney room but Jera had burned so brightly Ursalo scarcely felt it.<br/><br/>Here under the stars, even with the fire, the cold mountain air pressed sharply down upon them but Ursalo did not feel its sting. Jera was with him, skin so warm the snake wanted nothing more than to bury himself within and bask. Fortunate that the elf was greedy, as he asked for that very same thing.<br/><br/>But has he earned it? What a question. As if Ursalo's cocks were a prize to be won. Between them Jera was the prize, but if this was how he wanted to play the game then Ursalo was happy to go along.<br/><br/>"Have you?" Ursalo asked as he lowered his head to Jera's neck. He breathed deeply, smelling summer grass and elf and himself, a heady combination that made his snakes writhe across Jera's naked chest and arms, seeking out the source of the delicious aroma.<br/><br/>"What have you done then, to earn it?" Other than smile unabashedly in the dappled sun, or laugh with mirth sparkling in his orange eyes, or reach for Ursalo, again and again, as if the act of not touching the demon was unbearable.