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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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.

Soon, his breathing grew shallower, his fingers in her hair just a little firmer. When her mouth grazed him just so, Lucifer let out a groan, and his hips bucked up in spite of himself.

Chasing more. Or just urging her on to keep going as he felt some control slipping out of his grasp.

Octavia wasn't any more willing to stop or let up now than he'd been with her. Even made a little noise of appreciation at feeling his fingers tightening in her hair.

And another, when his hips bucked, making that particular downward bob a little deeper than she'd meant for it to go. Recalling a rougher vibe that wasn't really what this morning was about, but still --

She was filing that away for later.

Right now, she was focusing on doing everything in her power to drag another one of those groans out of him. And pushing him further towards a loss of control with her lips, her tongue, her little moans right when he could feel it most.

There was just something about the way they were both taking their time this morning that felt... good. Like they'd locked all of the bad out of Samsara, and now they were just making their own little bubble of time here where nothing and nobody else mattered.

It was easy to let go under those circumstances. To let his hips move within the limits she set, and let the pleasure wash over him, the way her mouth felt around him when she made noise...

Lucifer groaned again, and again, and finally let the noise taper off into a low moan. He didn't know how much time had passed, but it was enough-- enough for his balls to tighten and the muscles in his abdomen to jump as his body readied itself for release.

"Octavia," he sighed.

Come on, let go, Octavia wanted to say. But for obvious reasons, she had to signal the same by just --

Keeping up everything she was doing. Her jaw was going to protest in a moment, but right now she didn't even feel it. She wanted this. His moan, her name on his lips.

His taste on her tongue.

She kept going. Maybe pushed the intensity just that last little bit further, sucking on him just a fraction more.

Lucifer had been riled up since he first settled between her legs; he didn't need much more.

His fingers tightened firmly in her hair, and he moaned low in his chest, his hips rocking up again to meet her--

And he tipped over, letting go, her name a whisper on his lips.

Octavia stilled, but didn't pull away. She wanted to see him through it, wanted to enjoy every last throb of his inside her mouth, swallowing down what he spilled.

There was a soft gagging sound. She'd had about a fifty-fifty shot at doing this gracefully, but, well.

She'd never cared much about grace, anyway.

There was an apology that nearly came out of his mouth, but Lucifer knew her too well now to let it slip. He just... held on, enjoying the heat around him as he came down slowly.

Until he finally stilled entirely.

He opened his eyes and peered down at her.

"See," he mumbled. "Beautiful."

Octavia pulled off him with a fairly obscene wet sound. Wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawled up, bringing the covers back up with her.

And rasped, "Nothing people say immediately after orgasm should be taken seriously."

"Said it before, too," Lucifer said lazily, reaching out for her. "And I am deadly serious."

"Uh huh," Octavia said, as she moved to snuggle up against his side, with her head against his shoulder and with one leg draped over him. "So you keep saying."

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