His back arched, muscles tight and pulling him harshly as he panted, desperately trying to get closer, to feel more of Pan inside him; this position was wonderful, but he couldn't get as deep as Ganymede wanted him to be.

The cupbearer tightens, impossibly hot, around Pan's cock when he climaxes with a yell that turns into a broken and hitching moan, words spilling out of his mouth as orgasm takes over his mind to the exclusion of all else. He spilled over Pan's hand, coming hard as he shuddered.