Fruits Basket, Akito/Shigure, "Love seeketh not itself to please"
Note: Akito is female-bodied, though I chose to refer to the god using masculine pronouns.
Akito had told Shigure in a fit of pique, that he hated his cock, that he couldn't stand the taste of it or the feel of it, and so Shigure, as doggedly eager to please as ever, had bought Akito another one.
When he pulled it out of the boutique bag, the look on Akito's face as he realized what he was holding was worth the two hundred dollars he had spent, would be worth it if all that dildo ever did was stand on his desk to menace his editor. Shigure smiled and picked the blue and silver glass rod off the floor.
“You like blue and silver,” he said innocently, washing it in the small sink in Akito's bathroom. He didn't bother to dry it and instead rested the cold wet shaft against Akito's cheek. “And you like pretty glass things...”
He saw the greedy look pass over Akito's face and though he remained casually cheerful, inside he was practically barking with joy. He dragged the tip of the dildo down the neck of Akito's kimono, pulling the loose cloth even looser and revealing the curve of a small breast. As they both watched, the nipple tightened at the gentle movement of cold glass and though he wanted badly to take it in his mouth, Shigure just smiled instead.
“I want it,” Akito said suddenly, but he made no move to take it from Shigure's hand. He sat back on the mattress, looking petulant, and expectant and very likely to throw a tantrum if Shigure didn't give him what he wanted. Yuki would be shaking with that look, and Kureno might quietly despair, but Shigure only sat down close beside him, fitting Akito's body comfortably against the shelter of his own.
He didn't touch that pale sacred flesh with his hand; instead, Shigure drew pictures on Akito's bare thighs with cold glass, letting the Akito's legs part on their own. With a strangled cry, Akito spread his legs even wider, tilting his head to look at Shigure upside down.
“You idiot, I told you I want it...aaaah!” The cool glass, before just pushing at the lips of his cunt, found its way in with a single sure thrust, and Shigure's smile grow much more heated as Akito scrabbled against the bed for purchase.
The god liked it fast and dirty, and the glass dildo, slick and sleek, let him have it that way. Before it was over, Shigure was in his knees on the floor and Akito was sprawled on his back on the bed, legs spread wide in a most undignified fashion as Shigure drove the toy into him. It was lovely, it was crude and before it was over, Akito had come twice, Shigure had been kicked more often than that and the sheets had been dragged right off the bed.
Watching Akito sleep, Shigure licked the glass dildo like it was his favorite candy, and he smiled. Love could please whoever it liked; he would simply worry about pleasing Akito.