He only stiffened for a moment when he was shoved into the tree, and turned his head to rest his cheek against the rough surface. The immortal knew better than to be tense when he felt those fingers stroking against him and sliding in, eliciting a strangled moan from his throat before it tightened.

"Mmm, yes," he hisses, hard already from the way Pan stroked him, one hand reaching and replacing the lost sensation, lazily moving as the chaos god stretched him.