okteiviakom | The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

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.

For the first time, Lucifer's hips shifted, a little restless, against the bed. It was hard for them not to, when she sounded like that.

He hummed something in the back of his throat, wasn't even sure what, and dragged his tongue all the way down for the first time in a while, hungry to taste more of her.

Didn't indulge himself for more than that, though. This was about her, and the way she seemed to sigh and gasp every time he lapped at her just-- so.

And Octavia did so this time as well, her little gasp bleeding into another little whine.

And then words. "Keep going." Under other circumstances, it could've been an order. Didn't quite reach pleading, either. Just, request. Instruction. Something.

Her fingers had slowly tightened their hold on his. The rest of her seemed to be gathering tension too, now.

Lucifer would have told her he wouldn't dream of stopping, but... well. The best he had was a huff, a warm breath of air that blew over her wet skin before he sucked it back into his mouth.

Every noise she made felt like a reward. So did the tension of her muscles under his fingertips.

He didn't stop. He kept going.

The huff was all Octavia needed, anyway. And then his mouth was fully on her again, and that was all she needed.

He got more of his rewards in the moments that followed. Almost every lick, every move on his part was met with a little noise. Little gasps and whimpers, at first.

Then moans, low and ragged and growing louder.

She didn't say she was close: everything said it for her, from the faint tremble starting in her thighs, to the way she panted her breath. To the flutters under his tongue, like false starts.

He couldn't even see her and he knew she was beautiful. Lucifer let out a soft moan against her, unable to keep it in, wanting that tremble, the flutter--

The hand holding up her hips dug its fingers into her skin, because he couldn't help himself. He pressed his tongue against her, a firm presence at her entrance, and dragged it all the way up, sucked her into his mouth, laved its attention on her again.

Fuck. He needed to feel this.

This was the slow route.

And so, even the final arrival to the destination seemed slower than most. There was no surprise about it, no sudden drop: Octavia could feel herself tighten, felt the first few sharper flickers of something warm, could feel herself giving into it --

And then the rest spilled over.

She wasn't loud, although there was definitely a moan. But she sounded satisfied.

Loud wasn't that important, in the end.

Lucifer didn't pull away. Not quite yet. But the drags of his tongue slowed, went gentle, as if trying to soothe her through it.

He pulled his arm back, lowering her back onto the mattress, and drew pointless circles on her thigh.

Judging by Octavia's little whimpers, there was no soothing her.

But even those started dying down after a moment, and her breathing began evening out as she went more lax underneath him.

Lucifer slid up from between her legs, dropping an idle kiss on her belly, then on her chest, in a quiet mirror of how this had started.

He slid to her side and propped his head up on his hand, watching her with a smile on his face. (And, all right, that smile was a little bit of a mess after what he'd just been doing...)

It was gorgeous.

You know, after the moment it took for Octavia to actually blink her eyes open and then let her head loll to the side that she could see him.

She reached a particularly lazy hand up to gently ruffle the hair just at the front of his head.

"So am I allowed to call you beautiful now?" Lucifer teased.

Because she was.

Honestly, relaxed, post-coital Octavia was a wonder.

"Only if I'm allowed to call you the same," Octavia rasped, like a brat, even though there hadn't even been a question of that.

Her hand brushed down to his cheek.

"I think that's more than fair," Lucifer said, still smiling, something going even softer in his eyes. "You're beautiful."

Octavia gave him a solemn nod. See, accepting it!

"En yu's meizen," she murmured, her hand curling around the back of his neck, to pull him gently into meeting her own lazy, awkward little lean.

For a kiss.

He was still smiling when he kissed her, his fingers trailing lightly along her arm.

Still in no rush.

From Octavia's side, it was best described as languid, anyway. She was just enjoying exploring the shape of his mouth. Tasting him.

Tasting her.

Lucifer sighed against her mouth, his fingers sliding up far enough that he could play with her hair a little.

He shifted closer, leaning into her.

Octavia's hand slid down, and then underneath his arm, to his back. Like an invitation to come closer, as if he hadn't just done that.

He was so easy to kiss.

He tried to be.

(For a very limited group of people, these days.)

Lucifer couldn't scoot much closer, but he tried, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, his elbow shifting against the mattress to make it even easier.

He caught her bottom lip, all light, amused teasing.

She was lovely.

Octavia gave a little amused huff, lips pulling into a curved something under his teeth. She ran her blunt nails down his back, a little.

Thought briefly about his wings, out of nowhere.

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