Pan's grin flashed and he slid his fingers free. "As you wish, Ganymede," he whispered, and he dropped his jeans before slipping his fingers into Ganymede's sleek hair and pulling his head back. "My name," he said in a sharp hiss. "I want to hear it."

And then he thrust inside, rough and hard, the sharp movement of his hips pushing Ganymede flush against the tree.