The combination of his head being jerked back and being entered so roughly makes his voice rise unexpectedly in volume and pitch as he yells Pan's name, fingers already curling against the bark of the tree, trying to find a piece to anchor to.

"Fuck, Pan," he moans, unable to quite keep still even after all these years; he's just too sensitive to the hormones that rush through his system, flooding his brain with pleasure. "Is it...me or have you gotten--anh--bigger?"