Pan laughed, his hands gliding over Ganymede's shirt and then under. "Pretend for me," he whispered as his fingers brushed over soft skin. "Pretend I have to convince you how good it'll be. Pretend I have to tell you how much I'll make you feel."

He pulled Ganymede against him and pressed a leg between the youth's, pressing upwards. "It'll be fun, Ganymede, I promise."