okteiviakom | The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

This time the sigh was his name. He'd wanted loud, so might as well allow herself to be more expressive to begin with.

Her hands parted again. Moved, though she wasn't yet sure where to.

She could take her time. Lucifer was, thumbs sliding idly up and down the inside of her thighs, his tongue playing with her, leisurely.

It was morning, they had time, and he wanted her boneless by the time he was done.

(Something about Octavia relaxed was beautiful even without the heat.)

The slowness had its own benefits, anyway. It was easier to focus on each sensation when she wasn't being bombarded with them. Like the points where his fingers pressed into her thighs.

Like each full movement of his tongue.

Like her hands moving slowly over her breasts.

The one disadvantage of this position was that he couldn't look up and see that.

Ah, well. He'd just have to listen more closely, instead. He pushed the flat of his tongue against her entrance, teasing-- slipped the tip inside after lingering, pressing his face further against her.

Pros and cons to everything, it was inescapable.

Octavia's hands didn't linger long, anyway. When she made a pleased little noise, they were already slowly sliding down over her stomach, pushing under the covers.

Lucifer would be happy to say hi to them... Whenever they got here.

He teased her entrance with slow, solid motions; then he dragged his attention back up.

Quite literally, as his mouth settled against her clit with much firmer intent.

There wasn't much room for movement, so the way Octavia's hips tilted into it was really just the tiniest twitch. More in her head than an actual action.

"Oh th--" Her voice was another halting sigh. "That's good."

And her hands had stuttered to a stop at her hip bones, for now.

Lucifer had faint plans, but that little sigh... convinced him to put them off a while longer. He kept drawing small, increasingly firm circles against her with his tongue, his fingers almost... petting the insides of her thighs.

It was an oddly tender thing. Except maybe it wasn't all that odd, all things considered. Apart from her headache and the rest of her hangover, this had been a gentle morning so far.

But still. This felt new.

There was another sigh, but it held no words.

People had been changing Lucifer since his original retirement. He'd sometimes blamed the Detective's influence, but this week, the notion he was still changing was bubbling up more and more often...

His fingers drifted up, after some immeasurable span of time, brushing along her folds. Pushing gently inwards, curving.

Octavia's own hands were still on her hips, grasping at nothing.

They just curled into her palms in time with her little moan, at the feel of his fingers.

Good.

Lucifer's eyes had long since closed, and whatever smattering of focus he might have had on anything else had dispersed.

No tricks, this time, or fancy moves, or roleplay. He kept his mouth on her, playing her with his fingers, growing firmer with every other motion. Lost himself in her scent, the taste of her on his lips.

Octavia wanted to be right there with him, but there was just... one small thing. It'd seemed good at first, as it often was, but after a moment Octavia found it pulling at her focus instead of pushing her further into the moment.

She swallowed. "No hands."

It was too -- much? Too firm. Too something, for right now.

Lucifer turned his head and pressed a kiss against her thigh, sliding his fingers out of her. "As you wish," he murmured.

And slid his mouth over her again.

"Better," Octavia murmured, with a tone that sounded like a thank you.

One of her hands finally slid further down, over her hip and to her thigh. Looking for one of his.

She found one, and he slid his fingers between hers.

He pressed in closer, running his tongue over her in longer, lingering strokes.

Oh, that was so much better. Octavia seemed to melt into it, letting her head tilt back again (not that he would know that), breathing in deeper and slower.

Just letting it wash over her, while her hand held his.

Lucifer held hers tight, and stuck to his promise; his other hand laid on her hip, not moving.

He was just... glad to have found something that worked for her. Felt a pang in his chest that was entirely inappropriate to the act they were in right now, and yet... strangely wasn't.

It worked for her.

Octavia's breathing was slowly growing heavier. More noisy, as she let herself drift further into just feeling his tongue work against her. As thoughts flitted past freely in her mind, about her taste in his mouth, her scent in his nose.

Her free hand gave a little twitch where it had ended up staying, on her hip. It nudged his as it did.

Lucifer nudged her back, or... slid one of his fingers under one of hers. Maybe both.

He broke his rhythm for a moment to suck on her gently, give her a little something else to move against. His hips were pressed against the mattress, but whatever was going on below the metaphorical belt could wait; all he could think about, in terms of the future, was the moment she might come undone against him.

Octavia's hand slid further, almost on instinct alone. A few more of her fingers just barely on top of his.

This was the slow route to her coming undone, at least compared to what he could've done with his fingers if she'd let him. But the sucking had her shifting underneath him a little, making a small whining noise in her throat.

Slow didn't mean it would take forever.

He didn't mind the slow route.

She was more than worth the amount of time and care it took.

Lucifer took that whining noise in greedily, redoubling his efforts, much firmer now against her. Chasing another whine, another noise.

With that kind of determination, it didn't take much. And it wasn't just a whine that he got, either:

"Lucifer...!"

Her hips were trying to tilt further into it, again.

The hand that only barely brushed hers slid away-- and under her hips, pushing them up against Lucifer's mouth. His arm stayed there as a solid support.

He was noisier too, on his end, making little wet sounds with every movement.

They were faintly muffled by the covers on top of him, but that just seemed to make them all the more enticing.

There was a little gasp, when he helped Octavia's hips actually tilt. And then some softly hissed Trig when she felt the difference. It wasn't a big shift at all, and yet it was.

Her mouth hung open, all the better for all her little noises to slip out.

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