"I'm going to fuck you now," Ares told Iphicles, looking over at me.  A jar of oil appeared, and he spread it liberally over his cock, fingers lingering on the head.  When he was ready, Ares pushed Iphicles to his knees so that the king faced me, the god looming behind him.  Iphicles kept his eyes down.  This wasn't the position he would've chosen; he'd like to fuck Ares from the front, so that he could ignore me and instead watch every nuance of passion on the god's face.  Like me, however, he'd take what he could get.