There was a flash of something, be it anger or arousal the looks were quite similar, that flashed within those green eyes. A side of Pan that only one boy ever got to see appeared now, a low hum of desire echoing along the hard rod sliding in and out of his throat. It was a feeling he thoroughly enjoyed, hands bracing themselves against muscled thighs as he sank deeper yet until his nose buried in soft hairs at the base of a hard cock. The stretching of his throat and the tight hold on his hair kept pleasure alight within his veins, eyes beginning to flutter as they wished to close and just enjoy the feeling of Cyrus in his mouth but he could be just as stubborn as his silver-haired friend. He wanted Cyrus to give in, to admit Pan could give him things no one else could. Could he seek these bodily pleasures in someone else? Sure, of course he could and he probably has, but none of it, none of<i>them</i>could make him feel like this.<br/><br/>Lips pulled free with a wet pop, tongue languidly stroking along Cyrus's shaft before leaving a soft kiss to a flushed head. Sitting back on his heals, Pan pushed himself to standing as arms looped around the slightly taller male's neck, the grin on his lips knowing and bright. "I'm a<i>King</i>baby. Get it right," purred into Cyrus's ear, the smirk that lit the blonde's face knowing as they stood in the rain that pelted down upon them. Cyrus was his in this moment and he was Cy's, lips connected far less feverishly than when Cyrus had kissed him. It wasn't lacking in desire however, lips molding together as a knowing tongue licked inside of his companion's mouth, humming at the taste of him before parting slowly. "Come with me," Muttered softly as hands dragged Cryus's pants back up to his hips before the last of the waning pixie dust in his system wore out. Arms hooked around his secret lover, pushing off the ground as they made their way back to Pan's home in the branches.<br/><br/>Feet landed with a dull 'thwunk' on the porch, quickly shuffling Cyrus into the warm home as lips connected once more. Pressing the taller against the now closed door, wet sand covered clothes dropped to the ground, teeth nibbling at soft lips as bodies pressed together, air cool against Pan's skin now that he was bare. It didn't take long before he was on his knees again, swallowing Cyrus down greedily into a waiting throat. Nose buried in soft hair once more, Pan swallowed around Cyrus, muscles tightening in a rhythmic fashion before catching a rapid pace as he allowed himself to fall into the pleasure of tasting Cyrus.