It was a simple thing, the transition-- one moment it was Jera on the ground, and the next it was Ursalo, the pair still entwined together.  The demon looked so beautiful, laid out in the grass and the moonlight shining down on him fully; his snakes had let go, pulled back and coiled around his lovely face, making a sinuous halo that shimmered and nearly glowed against the half-darkness and shadows...  Oh, he was gorgeous, and the elf couldn't help but touch him so softly, so sweetly, hoping he looked even half as nice.<br/><br/>Ursalo made a noise of pleasure and nuzzled into his hands, the palms rough and strong, and Jera smiled when he called him perfect: it wasn't true, was far from the truth, but he greatly liked the way it sounded coming from the other, could pretend he was...  No one had called him that in a long time, and no one had meant it.<br/><br/>He had started slow and gentle with his thrusts, moving up and down with a light touch, but that clearly was not enough.  Ursalo's hands appeared on his waist and helped pull him down, burying himself deeply inside, and Jera could only let out a cry of delight; his hands slid from Ursalo's face to hold onto his shoulders, digging his fingertips in against the immovable firmness of the demon's body, and the slide of Ursalo's second cock against his made him shiver from head to toe.  Poor thing had been abandoned, but would soon be rewarded for its patience...<br/><br/>Jera watched Ursalo move, watched him guide his second cock to join the first, and felt the gentle prod as the head pressed against his already stretched hole; the elf let out a low moaning sound of want, doubled by Ursalo's gentle assurances.  Easy,<i>easy</i>...  It drove him crazy; he just wanted the demon inside, wanted to cry with how good it was to be filled so fully...<br/><br/>"No one's called me darling like that," he panted out, nearly just a croon of words as he rolled his hips, pulled one hand away just enough to lead Ursalo's back to his waist, missing its presence.  "No one's called me perfect, either..."  He moved carefully, so slick it took only a little bit of maneuvering to fit the second tip in past his puffy, stretched entrance-- once in, Jera smiled widely, so pleased with himself, and began the real work.<br/><br/>"I like the way you say those things...  They sound like you mean them."  His voice was low and feathery, little more than sliding whispers in the night air as the elf slowly lowered himself down onto the two cocks: it took time, took care, but finally they were in, seated properly and stretching him tight, impaling the elf deeply and bringing such a lecherous flush to his cheeks and such an obscene groan of lust to his lips.  It felt impossibly good, even better than last night, and Jera was determined to make the most of the sensation.<br/><br/>"Touch me...  Anywhere you want.  Please."  He started to shift a little, a light bounce to rub the twin shafts against his throbbing walls and to keep himself from falling apart just yet, and gazed down at Ursalo with a pleading look in his crimson eyes.  Touch him anywhere, hold him close while they fucked until he couldn't take any more.  "Please..."