The hall had grown hot and humid by the raucous crowd and the heat of their dancing  bodies had clung to Ursalo's reptile skin, burning through him as wildly as the music had done. He was panting, slightly, as he pressed close to the elf, breathing in mouthfuls of his delicious scent. Earlier Ursalo assumed the garden and sunlight had sweetened his aroma, but he delightfully discovered in the stifling heat of the dancefloor that Jera simply smelled like that<i>all the time. <br/>
</i><br/>It had teased the demon as they had danced and swayed and writhed, maddened him with such golden decadence diluted by the oppressive scents of the demons around them. Out in the corridors, Jera's smell was nearly pure, brightened by sweat and exertion. Ursalo was all but gulping it down as he let himself be pulled by the hand, barely registering the twisting halls they walked down.<br/><br/>Eventually they came to a room, but Ursalo hardly spared it a passing glance. He did not ask for it for the ambience, he simply wanted a place where they would not be interrupted. The snake would have taken a hole in the ground if there were no better option.<br/><br/>"I don't care," Ursalo hissed as he invaded Jera's space again, crowding against him to keep the feverish heat of the party alive between them. "Undress and<i>touch</i>me."<br/><br/>Back in the hall, they couldnt be so daring as to outright grope and fondle one another. Instead they had teased and brushed and pressed, eventually pulling away when their hands began to stray too much, when their hips thrusted too insistently. It was torture, tantalizing self-inflicted torture, and though Ursalo had delighted in it at the time he was done with it now.<br/><br/>He wanted the elf naked and writhing beneath him, and the demon was seconds from tearing his clothes from his very body and throwing him down on the floor to get it done if the elf did not move quick enough.