Iphicles again bent over the prone god, but paused.  "I love the way you look right now--almost sleepy, with your eyes half-closed."  Then, for an instant, he pressed his mouth against Ares' warm lips.  "You know--I feel like that's the first time I've ever really kissed you.  Usually, you force your tongue down my throat like you're fucking me with it.  Not that I don't love that, but this...this is nice."  He kissed Ares again, allowing the contact to last a few seconds longer, until the god's predatory instincts kicked in, and his tongue darted into Iphicles' mouth.