Arcadian Forest Party

[askmenosecrets]

This was more work that he usually bothered to put in, Pan thought, especially here, at home, but everything was set.




At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.

"Well," he said to Zaffre, currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.

The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.

"Let the games begin," Pan said.

[Notes: Everyone in fortuna_invicta is invited, the more the merrier in Pan's opinion. If anyone needs directions to the right section of the forest, let Pan know on the SWS post. Mingle! Get drunk! Stuff your face! Find a secluded tree and do naughty things! Pan approves highly of all these pursuits. Format = narrative third person, if you please!]

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[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Pan's head tipped back as his thumb stroked over the head of Ganymede's cock. "I will do that," he said, and pushed down Ganymede's jeans before spinning him and pressing his face against the tree bark. "Right now, darling, if you don't mind."

He sucked his fingers into his mouth, slicking them, and then stroked one into Ganymede, leaning forward to bite at the nape of his neck.

[the_cupbearer]

He only stiffened for a moment when he was shoved into the tree, and turned his head to rest his cheek against the rough surface. The immortal knew better than to be tense when he felt those fingers stroking against him and sliding in, eliciting a strangled moan from his throat before it tightened.

"Mmm, yes," he hisses, hard already from the way Pan stroked him, one hand reaching and replacing the lost sensation, lazily moving as the chaos god stretched him.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned against Ganymede's neck and slid a second finger inside, scissoring them as he licked his tongue across the nape. "Tell me what you want," he purred as he pressed his fingers inside and stroked. "The words, Ganymede."

[the_cupbearer]

"I want your cock in me," he whispers harshly. "I want you fuck me, Pan..."

His head bent forward as Ganymede felt a tongue on his neck, warm words blowing over the damp flesh as the god moved and spoke. He did want it, and he'd take it however it came, hard and rough and against a tree if that was how Pan wanted to give it. "Make me scream."

Clearly he's gotten less submissive in the time living as a mortal.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

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.

[the_cupbearer]

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?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan laughed into Ganymede's ear. "Not that I noticed, beautiful," he whispered as he drew back and then slammed inside again. "But who am I to argue with your assessment?"

He moved sharply, hard and fast, slamming into Ganymede with each stroke, knowing that he could easily be leaving bruises and knowing that with this lover, that was exactly what he wanted.

[the_cupbearer]

He couldn't keep the moans in, not that he wanted to, and Ganymede responded beautifully to Pan's harsh thrusts, crying out in pleasure, pain, and a delicious combination of both.

"Yes! Oh, my god, my god, yes..." he pants, loud enough to most certainly be heard throughout the clearing; probably the forest beyond to a distance. "Harder, please!"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan's teeth were sharp on Ganymede's earlobe, and his hand slid around to wrap around Ganymede's cock and stroke it with rough, hard motions of his slender fingers as he moved deeper and harder. He took all of Ganymede with each thrust, and then pulled out to do it all over again.

"Scream," he whispered, and it was a command, harsh and insistent.

[the_cupbearer]

He could hardly refuse--Ganymede's scream rang out sharp and clear and colored with lust through the trees.

"Pan!" He wasn't there yet, wasn't ready to come, but the sensations of pleasure and unbelievable stimulation were drowning him already; every time Pan thrust in his breath caught and another moan was pulled out of him, making him shiver and buck against the solid form at his back.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Faster, harder, and fuck, Ganymede felt good, Pan thought as his hand stroked and he thrust into the boy with hard, punishing movements of his hip. "I want to feel you," he whispered, "coming around me. I want to feel you tightening, and hear you screaming, and watch you thrashing, and know that your release belongs to me."

Another hard, merciness stroke, and then Pan breathed words out. "Let go," he murmured.

[the_cupbearer]

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.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan hissed into Ganymede's ear and thrust hard, harder, and then his head tipped back and his fingers knotted into Ganymede's as his mind flooded with white heat and his lips parted on a low cry.

That had been just what he wanted, he thought as he came back to himself and released Ganymede's hair. His lips curved into a sharp grin. Exactly.

[the_cupbearer]

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.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Completely," Pan purred, and then he straighten his clothes and spun the far more disheveled Ganymede around, kissing him hard on the lips. "Delicious enough to do a second time." Sometime, he thought, he would like to fuck Ganymede right into the ground.

But he had responsibilities to enjoy - Freya and Eros had already sent the party into a frenzy and he likely hadn't helped matters. "Enjoy yourself tonight," he murmured to Ganymede, and he winked before disappearing into the trees.

[the_cupbearer]

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."