Staring down at the still figure, listening to his even breathing, Ares struggled not to touch him.  Iphicles lay on his side, his curls spilling onto the pillow, dark eyelashes falling thickly on his cheeks, full lips parting in a slight, almost innocent smile.  He slept naked, and, a restless sleeper, had pushed the sheet down to the foot of the bed, exposing his muscular frame. Ares' eyes lingered on the curve of the king's hip, the swell of his ass...

Iphicles' cock was hard, maybe from an erotic dream, maybe a memory of the two of  them...Carefully, the god reached out and caught the drop of precum glistening on the thick tip.  He brought it to his lips, relishing the salty, almost bitter taste.  His own cock filled in response, and he thought of waking Iphicles, making love to his humid, sleep-warmed body.