Ganymede chuckles, and kisses back playfully, pulling his clothes mostly back into place. "Indeed. Maybe later," he murmurs, letting Pan go with a smack to his backside.

He stretched languidly, and left his shirt unbuttoned as he pulled his belt tighter to keep his jeans on his hips. Oh, he had needed that; it was only a moment later that he realized with a laugh that the tree bark had left marks on his bare chest.

"Oh, lovely."