"Mmm." Pan's head tipped back as his thumb stroked over the head of Ganymede's cock. "I will do that," he said, and pushed down Ganymede's jeans before spinning him and pressing his face against the tree bark. "Right now, darling, if you don't mind."

He sucked his fingers into his mouth, slicking them, and then stroked one into Ganymede, leaning forward to bite at the nape of his neck.