Eros' eyes darken and his back arches at the feel of Pan's nails, but he makes a show of considering, propping his chin on one hand. "I do have some options," he murmurs, trailing his fingers down Pan's cheek, burrowing them in his hair, and tugging his head back.

"I could bring you off with my hands," he whispers against Pan's ear, "and my mouth. Bring you to the edge until you're wild for it, and then let you go. I could put you on your knees and see how deeply I could take you. Or I could have you like this, on your back, and drive you into the ground until you come apart."

He tilts his head and the sweet smile is entirely countered by the wicked heat in his eyes. "Whatever would you like, Pan?"