That sound Ursalo made, there was nothing else quite like it... It curled in Jera's ears, so soft as it thrummed, resonating through him and leaving him captivated.  That was a dangerous noise, alluring and sirenlike; the elf couldn't be pulled away, wouldn't chose to stop listening even if it harmed him...  So lovely and seductive, like everything else belonging to the demon.<br/><br/>The words blended with the soothing hisses, making Jera shiver appreciatively, especially as Ursalo ran along his thigh.  The liquid cooled in the night air, leaving tingling trails wherever Ursalo's fingers spread it further, and the elf squirmed a bit under the other's caress.  More poetry, beautiful poetry...  Jera wasn't a big reader, but he would read volumes of Ursalo's praise.<br/><br/>He gasped and let out a quiet moan as Ursalo found something else to play with: the malleable bit of flesh that hung behind his cock.  It was different than what the demon had, no doubt made him curious, and it was as sensitive as the rest of his sex.  The touch sent sparks up his spine, made the fire in his groin flare higher, and his shaft bounced a little at the light strokes, tip weeping again with want.  Ursalo could toy with him all he pleased, could explore as long as he wished...<br/><br/>"Flatterer..."  Not quite petulant, a crooked grin spread across his freckled lips, and Jera sped up his efforts-- he wanted to be ready, to have the demon in him by now.  He writhed a bit as he worked, three fingers deep and spreading them inside, twisting and pushing and pulling to stretch just enough...  The elf shifted his legs, making sure they were open as much as they could be, and finally slipped his fingers free in a slow, languid glide to show the progress he'd made.  "Good enough to start...?"