Ursalo hissed out a lovely, silvery sound, leaned in close to Jera to seek out his warmth; the redhead would happily share, would give as much as the other wanted.  He could make more for himself, could wrap his arms and legs around the snake and fill him with heat while the other in turn filled him with other things...<br/><br/>He made a little tsking noise, distressed and a bit petulant and very much aroused, and let his hands slide up Ursalo's body until he could cup the demon's face in his weathered palms.  "Oh, didn't I do plenty?  I showed you what elves can look like, what they can do...  I showed you how they like to fuck...  Or at least," he admitted with a soft little laugh, "how I like it.  And I've been awfully patient, having to wait so long all day...  I never behave so well, you know."<br/><br/>Jera had shown Ursalo everything of himself, answered the demon's questions, illustrated the many 'quirks' of elvish anatomy for the snake to exploit as they entwined-- the softness of elvish bodies, the harmless scratching of their nails, the ease of taking them, the different sounds that could be made...  His thumbs stroked the scales on Ursalo's cheeks, indulgent and languid.<br/><br/>"I've been very, very good...  That counts for something, yes?"  With Ursalo's head tucked down by his neck, the snake breathing him in and lips so close to his skin, Jera could press a soft kiss to the demon's forehead, a little spot of blooming heat where his mouth rested.