The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Last night had been okay. The margaritas had been tasty, and Octavia had acquiesced to Lucifer's request of not letting him go home alone by dragging him back to her boat with her at the end of the night. She'd passed out hard not too long after because, again, tasty margaritas.

Of course, now it was morning, and she was finally stirring again.

And the muffled little groan was almost immediate.

Goddamn margaritas.

[ooc: For the Devil, unless the neighbour wants to drop by too! ETA: NSFW downthread!]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blew out a long, pleased breath.

"Which is most of what I'm thinking about right now," he said, tilting his head forward and opening the eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed. "Mm. Still pretty."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did her little half-smile thing. Faint, but still.

"And yet you're not the one in bed with an actual angel."

She let her gaze drop to her hands. Allowed for more precision, like twisting her wrist just so on the next stroke.

[my_own_advocate]

"Trust me, not all angels are as pretty--"

He gasped, his hips doing a little roll up into her hands.

"--as I am. By far."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's smirk was a fraction wider only because it was half hidden. Right, so that worked.

Time to do it again, only a little quicker. Once, no - twice.

"But you're very pretty."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer said, a flush crawling up his skin and onto his cheeks.

Not over the compliment. But what she was doing was definitely working.

[okteiviakom]

Good. Octavia had set on a brisker pace now, as she glanced up his body, seeing that flush.

And then down again. "You're also pretty stiff."

That was its own kind of pretty, really.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smirked. "Well," he said, "I believe I have you to thank for that."

[okteiviakom]

"What, no protests that I said 'pretty' and not 'very'?"

Look, on the rare occasion that anything even faintly joking came to her, she had to let it out.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't see why I should," Lucifer said, smirking at her.

Maybe in a way that made it clear that he was far more inclined to agree with her when she had his hand on his cock.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Wow, this really is a weak spot."

And that was absolutely knowledge she would not be using for good in the future.

Now, though, she gave him another stroke with a twist, and brushed her thumb over his balls. "But what do you want right now, Lucifer?"

[my_own_advocate]

How did she think Eve had kept him prisoner in that relationship for so long?

"What I want," Lucifer sighed, "Is mostly for you to have your wicked way with me, dearest Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

"That's not very specific," Octavia noted, not that she found that surprising.

She just liked asking, sometimes.

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes I feel specific," Lucifer said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Sometimes I just like to see what you'll do with unlimited possibilities."

He made no comments about power. The combination of that, sex, and Octavia at the wheel belonged somewhere else. If anywhere at all.

[okteiviakom]

"Sometimes you like to be lazy," Octavia retorted. While... nuzzling his hand.

Shut up.

[my_own_advocate]

"Says the woman who keeps asking me what I want," Lucifer said, his thumb running over her cheekbone, "Instead of telling me what she wants."

[okteiviakom]

"Sometimes my wants are specific," Octavia said, turning her head a little, trying to kiss his fingertips. "And sometimes I try to bait you into telling me your dirty thoughts."

Her hands were still moving, but it was slower and a little more casual, for the moment.

"Asking for your wants isn't a promise."

[my_own_advocate]

"Then what is it?" Lucifer asked, watching her mouth skim against his fingers with a small smile.

[okteiviakom]

"It's just that," Octavia said, with a playful, light little nip at one of his fingers. "It's asking. For the knowledge."

[my_own_advocate]

"I have a lot of dirty thoughts about you," Lucifer said, and yes, all of his attention was on her mouth at the moment. "Might get distracted from the actual sex if we get into them."

[okteiviakom]

Licking his fingers would surely get his attention somewhere else, right? No?

Then how about leaning in so that they juuuust pressed against her lips when she spoke?

"Is that bad?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well." Lucifer's voice was slipping lower again. "I had hoped to see that mouth of yours on me before we get carried away..."

[okteiviakom]

"But you didn't tell me that was a want," Octavia told him, her voice matching his.

Right before pushing her lean that one last little bit forward, to suck two of his fingertips into her mouth. Like a tease.

[my_own_advocate]

"And you told me you weren't necessarily going to honour my wants," Lucifer pointed out.

He sounded a little breathless all of a sudden.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia would offer some counter-argument in a second. She was just kind of busy pushing her tongue between those two fingers in her mouth, before sucking on them again.

While her hand stayed around the head of his cock for the moment. Very little finesse, but definitely some more intense sensations again, even if her other hand had stilled to mostly holding her balls against her palm.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a breath. It sounded very loud to his ears.

There could've been an explosion right outside and he still wouldn't have been able to pay attention to anything other than her mouth.