Pan narrows his eyes at Eros, but he knows better than anyone that Eros dearly loves to play, and it's one of the consequences of playing with him. "Do that," he whispers, and decides to play his own game.

His hand slides unerringly over the front of Eros' sleek leather pants, and he grins sharply into the kiss as he releases the fastenings and slips his extraordinarily clever fingers inside.