Eros' attention is brought back from his study of the forest at the deceptively light touch of Pan's lips against his ear, but there's no one around to shiver and arch against the sound of his low laugh, not now.

His fingers trail down Pan's back as he smiles, eyes half-lidded and simmering. "I could use the occasional break," he murmurs. "I wouldn't want to work too hard."

Then he's finished with teasing and his mouth slants over the other god's.