<span style="font-size: 12px">Cy, a name that only was every spoken by Pan, a name that made those stupid butterfly's flutter in the pit of his stomach. A name Ecko had once spoken in a taunting manner before she was snatched from the air and bound to an arrow, show off through the air. Cyrus didn't see her around him for a few day's after that. During that time, he wondered if she ended up a little dead...but she wasn't so easy to kill. That was the last time she threw that name at Cyrus. Maybe a warning as to not taunt him, who knew what he would do. He was a little unhinged at times. Cyrus couldn't help but there was a short laugh that came from his chest as he caught Pan off guard, his expression when he fell to the ground, he was close to following though. <br/>
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He enjoyed keeping Pan to himself, the ability to catch him off guard, to snatch any words from him that he might be thinking, keeping him from speaking any quick remarks. It was how Cyrus came around to see he was on the winning side of things. Maybe he was getting a little to cocky to quickly as he felt his body shift, Pan rolling out from under him and pinning his own body, back pressed into the damp earth. He felt the sandy grains combing into his hair and pressing against the back of his neck. His thigh tensed as he felt Pan run his hand on it, the way he moved it up against his waist, a groan through clenched jaw's as their hips rolled together. His lips parted his golden eyes closing, it was a strange thing, when Cyrus first arrived to Neverland, his eyes were a shade of brown, but over time, something inside him had changed and his eyes became golden orbs. His blonde hair turning silver, he never thought much about it. <br/>
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His head lifted at the pull of his shirt, cast aside for being in the way. The sand stuck to his back as his head dropped back against the sand a louder groan coming from him. His hands moved, gripping Pan's thighs and squeezing them as he felt his tongue work over his skin. A gasp that he tried to stop as he felt Pan suck on him. His golden eyes narrowed, he hated when he did that. Those stupid sounds bubbling from his mouth that seemed uncontrollable. One of his hands felt up Pan's thigh, while the other kept a firm grip. Higher and higher until he felt his shirt with a sharp tug he pulled it, his forearm tensing as he tore at the material. Unlike how he had a full shirt still, it seemed Pan was out another...nothing new there. <br/>
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His hips bucked up, he wasn't one to stay on his back long. He grunted rolling himself up, sand clung to his exposed skin as he reached up taking a handful of Pan's hair, holding it tightly. He would not be dominated on the beach like that. His breathing had started to become heavier, his cheeks held a faint tint to them from the way Pan's tongue had worked on his skin. With his hand in his hair, the other left his thigh and roughly twisted that little bud of his on his chest. Once his lip was released he spoke a sly grin on his lips. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Maybe your new toy can sew your a new shirt."</span> He pushed at Pan's chest, right against the ground. Cyrus looked to him, he didn't follow this time instead he untangled himself from the other and stood before moving from his form. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"I'm hungry...I want to get something good before all there is are scraps." <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Oh he was a tease, this time though, he held his hand out to Pan to help him up off his back.</span></span></span>