okteiviakom | The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

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The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

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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"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.

"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.

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.

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.

Octavia was watching his face.

And pushing just a little further, letting his fingers into her mouth as far as she dared.

Lucifer let out a loud sigh that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest.

"Now that's nigh on torture," he murmured.

When Octavia pulled back - slowly - his fingers were as wet as her lips.

"Is it?"

"Nigh," Lucifer murmured, withdrawing his hand... slowly.

"Too bad for you," Octavia said lightly.

As if she didn't already know what she was going to do next.

Lucifer sighed, shook his head. "Terrible," he said, drawing an idle line along his own cheek with his wet fingers.

Which was more than enough to distract Octavia into watching him for at least a short moment.

She'd get back on track in a second.

His mouth set into something that wasn't really a smirk. Half challenge, maybe. Half appreciative respect for those moves.

Octavia sighed. "You're too hot for your own good, skaifaya."

But she finally moved again. Dropped a little further down. One hand had to let him go because she needed it for support, but he wasn't going to miss it. Not when the remaining one stayed on him.

And she ducked down to give him one thorough lick up along the underside of his shaft.

"You're one to talk," Lucifer said.

Well, groaned. While grabbing for the sheets.

"My good is just fine right now," Octavia rasped.

Possibly as the last thing she was going to say in a while, because with all the warming up that had happened on both sides, she didn't hesitate before her lips were around the head of his cock.

And then she sunk down on it.

He wasn't going to bother to argue with her. Not right now.

Lucifer moaned and stretched back, just... feeling her mouth as it wrapped around him.

And that was the simple way it started.

But her hand was still wrapped around the base, for a little extra stimulation. And once Octavia had taken a moment to acclimate herself and her jaw, she swirled her tongue against him.

Sucked, lightly at first.

Lucifer hummed softly, cracking open one eye to look at her again.

He reached out and touched her hair.

That halted Octavia's plans for kicking things up a notch, for just a moment. Because she couldn't help sneaking a glance up at him.

With her lips still around him, yes.

Really should've tied her hair back, but oh well.

Lucifer caught her eyes and smirked back at her, pleasure written all over the rest of his face.

He brushed her hair back again, pointlessly.

It flopped right back down again.

Octavia made a faintly amused noise that sounded all kinds of delightfully muffled. Not to mention the vibrations.

Yeah. So much for looking right at her. Lucifer's eyes slipped shut again and he moaned very appreciatively.

Oh, there it was. And as well as he responded to this particular attention, Octavia wasn't content to just stay as she was.

It took a couple of tries to get the rhythm right between her hand and her mouth, but she got there. Bobbing her head so that her lips met the top of her hand; swirling her tongue on the way down, sucking on the way up.

Relentless, and more focused than she would have claimed she could be when she'd first urged him onto his back.

Oh, he liked relentless on Octavia, too.

Lucifer had never been known to be quiet or restrained, least of all in bed. He groaned as she found her rhythm, his hand tangling in her hair but not gripping it, not wanting to disturb her.

Not when she was stoking the flames in his abdomen like this, pushing him just a little bit further every time she moved.

Relentless was an easy mood for Octavia to achieve. This was just one of the better uses she had for it.

Less destructive than most.

She kept going, now that she'd started in earnest. His reactions were all the encouragement she needed to keep up her pace, to keep up her intensity.

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