Ursalo's strokes were slow languid. For all their teasing, he was in no hurry now that they were here and Jera's noises were so delicious, the movement of his body so entrancing that Ursalo could not help but indulge.<br/><br/>Those beautifully warm hands left Ursalo's face to travel down his back, glide across his shoulders. As Jera moved, the coiling snakes wrapped themselves about his arms, entwining and ensnaring the limbs like rope. Jera was stuck, bound in their serpentine  grasp. This was how snakes feasted, grab hold of their prey and constrict until all struggles ceased, and then consume.<br/><br/>"It isss enough that I can sssee the moon in your eyesss," Ursalo murmured against Jera's skin as his grip tightened, his thumb gliding over the slick head and spreading along the wetness there in slow, maddening circles, "I need no sstarsss, they are here in your ssskin. I need no sssun, you already carry itss warmth. Bring me only thisss; you, as you are."<br/><br/>How Ursalo wished that he could kiss the elf. The demon wanted to taste him, to slide his tongue over those adorable dark nipples and wet cock and all the places inbetween and beyond. He wanted to swallow Jera down as the elf had done to him the night before, to taste his release, to have it drip down his chin as it had fallen down Jera's.<br/><br/>But Ursalo could not. He could never indulge in his desire, otherwise Jera would die.<br/><br/>So Ursalo pulled his venomous mouth away before he could forget himself, and instead removed his pants so Jera could feel the sticky wetness that he so craved. Ursalo's twin cocks sprang forth and slapped lightly at the elf's thighs, hot and dripping with all of the demon's delirious want.<br/><br/>There was no need for oil when he was like this but he still could not prep his lover, not with such dangerous claws. Working in tandem, the snakes pulled one of Jera's arms around so Ursalo could catch his wrist and bring his hand down between them.<br/><br/>"Open yourssself for me," he commanded.