Ursalo had to remember not to squeeze too tight, had to remind himself not to break bone with his embrace. It was a hard feat for a snake. To not crush what was in its grasp so that whatever it had caught could never escape.<i>This is mine, no one cant take it from me. </i>Ursalo knew he wanted to keep the elf, but he did not want to break him. But even with such a loose touch there would be bruises, bands of black and blue across Jera's wrists and arms. Evidence of a snake's restraint.<br/><br/>Ursalo sighed, low and purring as he rocked into Jera, his mobile hips setting an easy, flowing rhythm. He kept it purposely shallow, grinding in such a way that Jera could feel the pressure of the demon's cock against his walls, feel the shaft stretch him a little wider with each thrust. There was still the other cock to fit, and Jera had been so clear and insistent in his desire that Ursalo could do nothing but give it to him.<br/><br/>But that took a little more prep.<br/><br/>It was no hardship. Ursalo all but sang into Jera's ear as they fucked, sighing moans and hissing breaths and strangled sounds that could have been more sultry poetry but whatever words the demon could muster together died before even reaching his lips. All that he knew was that it was good. Just good. Just mind blowing, spine tingling, toe curling good. That's all he could think, that was the sum total of his intelligence as he buried himself into Jera's delicious heat over and over. So. Fucking. Good.<br/><br/>He was no poet, but he was a dancer, and action always spoke louder than words.<br/><br/>"Almost ready," Ursalo murmured some time later, when the logs in the fire were becoming more ash than fuel, "almost... ah, ready, darling."<br/><br/>It wasnt a question. He could feel how loose Jera had become, how sloppy and wet and open, dripping with slick.<br/><br/>"Ride me," Ursalo growled as he nuzzled at the side of Jera's face, basking in the heat burning in his freckled skin, "I want to ssssee you againssst the ssstarss when you take my sssecond cock."<br/><br/>It was meant to be an order, a thing to be obeyed, but it came out more like a plea, a thing to acquiesce. Something to be given. Like a gift.<br/><br/>And Ursalo would be so grateful.