Cyrus was always the most fun for nights like these, violent and never one to hold back. Admittedly he was Pan’s favorite, before Tori at least — then again, Pan had yet to have a taste. She didn’t seem the type to be so rough, to drag him down into a hungry kiss and devour the blonde the way Cyrus had. Hands gripped the boy’s waist, pulling their rain-soaked bodies flush together. Cyrus was warm, a low moan of pleasure muffled by eager lips as they kissed. Tori was far from Pan’s mind now, completely attention captured by the fiery eyed Lost Boy. “So rough Cy,” teased softly between them as Pan chuckled. The sound cut short as a foot kicked out.<br/><br/>It was rare that the male was caught off guard, but when one had a beauty so ready and wanting it was hard to focus on anything else. Crashing to the ground, Pan grunted as Cyrus’s weight crashed down onto him, Hands finding slim hips on instinct. Lips curled into a smirk, though, before any snide mark could be made, Cyrus claimed lips once again. There was no resistance as Pan readily kissed back. Lips parted to taste him, bodies rolling to press his silver haired lover into the earth. Hand slipping down a firmly muscled thigh, Pan hitched it high on his waist as hips rolled together. Pleasure tingled along his flesh as lips danced along Cyrus’s jawline.<br/><br/>Never one to hide from marking, tongue and teeth working along his favorites flesh. Cyrus was the first Pan had ever come back to, tasting those his own ‘age’ but never returning. Ecko was a special case, her powers were the main reason he even came back and less so to do with any physical nor emotional pleasure. Cyrus though, Cyrus he came back to because he wanted it. He wanted Cyrus and every time he had him it was thrill. Even more so when he got to pull his strings and see him seethe should his attentions then elsewhere. It was a dark game of cat and mouse and when he caught him....sparks flew.<br/><br/>Hands slipped beneath a soaked shirt, tossing it aside so a hot mouth could work along wet flesh. Pan’s tongue traced patterns, lips wrapping around a pert bud as he sucked it into his mouth. Green eyes lifted, enjoying the pretty little faces he made. Releasing with a wet pop, Pan traced his tongue along a smooth chest as he hovered above sweet lips. “Delicious,” he chuckled, teeth capturing a soft lip as he tugged.