"Tell me," he whispers, the hand down the front of his jeans drawing a not-entirely-faked gasp and shiver out of him. "Tell me what it will feel like, when you have your way with me, pressed against one of the trees..."

He shifted them back a half step, lip between his teeth as he watched Pan through his lashes, forever looking perfectly the part of an innocent boy caught in the spider's web. "You would make everyone listen, wouldn't you? To what you did to me, to the sounds you'd pull out of me while you fucked me." He can be vulgar, oh yes. He's gotten quite good at making a living off it, in a manner. From modeling to pornography was only one small, easy step when you never aged or got tired of sex.