Eros laughs, dipping his head to press his lips to Pan's throat as clever fingers rid him of the sweat-dampened white silk shirt. He nips lightly, almost lazily, because they have so much time and he'll taste him soon, and very well.

"And I know a native as well, what better way to get to know the area?" he murmurs as Pan's black blazer is pushed onto the grass and the white tanktop joins it moments later.