When he finally comes back to his right mind, Ganymede gives a content sigh, feeling Pan come in him with a rush of heat.

He just rested against the tree for a long moment, forehead dropping to the bark once Pan lets go of his hair, panting and catching his breath. "Mmm. My, wasn't that delicious," he chuckles breathily, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Pan.

Oh, yes. That had done them both a world of good.