<i>Forgive me</i>...  There was nothing to forgive, nothing for Ursalo to be sorry for.  Jera was in heaven, quivering in the demon's arms and whimpering in ecstasy; he barely heard what Ursalo said, and certainly was in no state to respond, instead gasping and moaning as he tried to remember to breathe.<br/><br/>Then he felt Ursalo's hand curl languidly around his cock, standing upright and proud; the moans became little mewling cries as the demon started to caress him, slick and hard beneath the snake's fingers, and Jera could only writhe helplessly as he was brought to the edge.  "Fuck, ohh fuck," was all he could say, sobbed out in a whisper that then stretched into a loud, pitched gasp as Ursalo's teasings finally did what they intended; Jera came in spurts, the elf trembling and twitching in distress and utmost pleasure, face buried in Ursalo's neck.  "<i>Fuck</i>!"<br/><br/>Not elegant in the least, but this was beyond elegance, beyond tasteful foreplay.  There were no more words, nothing in his head except how good he felt, and when Jera had to pull Ursalo's hand away, had to make him stop his torturous, delightful touching, there were tears in his crimson eyes.<br/><br/>Lips swollen, freckled cheeks flushed dark, and glistening gaze full of adoration, Jera let out a broken laugh at Ursalo's comment, his hair crinkly and springy against the demon's mouth.  "Oh...  I'm glad you think so.  Very glad you think so..."  He pulled back just enough to look up at the other and offered him a hazy smile, sweet as honey, and ran a hand along the side of his slender face.<br/><br/>"Can I kiss you properly, or is that a bad idea...?"