okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Wednesday Morning

"Mm," Lucifer hummed softly, tightening his arm around her.

And apparently part of Duke's arm in the process. "Morning."

So apparently being held tight didn't feel any less good this morning than it had last night. Good to know.

Octavia shifted just enough to kiss him. A proper greeting, and all.

Very proper. Lucifer fell into it gently, kissing her back slow and sweet.

Shifting, so he was pressed up against her more, his leg winding up in tangle with at least three other, similar limbs.

There were a lot of limbs in this bed. And a lot of space going unused, even if Duke's sprawl was trying to make up for that.

Octavia's fingers pushed through Lucifer's hair. The kiss was languid and soft, but she clearly intended to linger for a moment.

Lucifer let out a low, pleased hum at the feeling of her fingers, her mouth under his.

His hand shifted, running along her side, her back, brushing against Duke's skin in the process.

The kiss grew maybe a bit less gentle.

A bit was enough for Octavia to notice.

It was also enough for Octavia to respond in kind, even if some of the slow of it all still remained.

There was a low hum in the back of her throat, too.

Duke was well and capable of sleeping through a lot, but active makeouts in bed next to him did eventually penetrate his sleeping brain.

His snores died down, and he blearily opened his eyes to see his partners sleepily enjoying each other. He shifted, slow and careful, trying not to disturb them, so he could more comfortably watch.

Was there anyone in this relationship who didn't like watching?

... Probably a good thing.

Lucifer's hand slid back down over her hip, and then quite behind said hip, getting a firm grip on her. He sucked slowly on her bottom lip.

Mm.

Much worse ways to wake up.

Octavia made a pleased noise that was a little louder than her hum fromm before. Not loud, but definitely a little less faint.

She'd felt the mattress dip behind her. And had noticed there was no more snoring.

Her nails, blunt though they were, scratched down the back of Lucifer's neck. Another sharper point of contact.

Duke made himself comfortable and settled in, biting his lower lip. There was nothing pressing going on right now, and they all deserved a nice, leisurely morning.

In a little while, maybe he'd invite himself to join as well, but for now, he was content right where he was.

There was definitely some pressing going on. Certainly after Octavia's nails dragged down Lucifer's back. His hips, to be exact, pressing up against hers.

He glanced briefly over her shoulder to see if Duke was still asleep. Noticed he wasn't, and then dove right back into the kiss.

Where Octavia took her chance to nibble on his lip a little. Not too harsh, not quite gentle. Her leg slid over his hip as she tried to wrap herself further around him.

Maybe this was a thank you for last night, for the complete lack of questions or expectations about whatever she should share about how everything had gone.

For the middle spot.

Duke continued to watch, the hand not tucked under Octavia's pillow dipping under the covers to handle some of the somewhat . . . pressing parts of his own anatomy as they moved together.

Lucifer let out a soft sigh against her mouth. Squeezed a bit, teasing, as he rubbed himself more firmly up against her.

Then his hand slid down her thigh.

None of them were in any hurry. He could give in to the desire to just... touch her.

Like Octavia was doing with him, running her fingers up into his hair, then back down to his neck again.

There was just one thing missing, though. And that had her using the leg she had hooked over his hip to try and encourage him to roll with her. Put her on her back with him on top of her.

Lucifer managed a soft sound, something halfway amused, before he rolled over her, cushioning himself on his elbows.

He cast the quickest glance towards what Duke was doing-- then returned his attention to her. "Is there an idea forming in that gorgeous head of yours?" he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her again.

That made it hard to reply immediately. But there was no rush, anyway. Octavia could get a little lost in kissing him, and then answer.

"Just making sure he can see," she murmured, "whatever I decide you should do to me."

Not that it was just that. For her to be able to look over and see Duke was important too.

"Oh," Lucifer said, his smirk especially pleased. "Whatever you decide, hm?"

"Mm-hm," Octavia hummed, and nipped at his lip again.

Awfully casual for someone fighting not to amend that into 'whatever I request', right now.

"Well," Lucifer said, smirking still. "Consider me waiting with bated breath for your decision."

Another quick kiss, this time from him.

Octavia made it less quick, looping her arm around his neck. Hey, it helped her think! Granted, a lot of that thinking was about how pleased Duke probably continued to look, but, still.

She pulled back with a sigh, after a long moment. "It's a slow morning," she said in a raspy, low murmur. "I think... An hour might be too much, but how 'bout we see how we feel at the half-hour mark, hmm?"

He got what she was talking about, right? She hoped he did.

Lucifer laughed softly, delighted. "Mm, sounds like a worthy cause," he said.

And just in case that didn't tell her he knew what she was getting at, he was already slipping down, pressing a kiss between her breasts.

"Endurance test," Octavia rasped, towards the ceiling, with a little sigh. "Well, for me." A beat. "And maybe for Duke."

What, like he was going to find it easy to hold off on interfering with a half-hour-or-more long edging session?

Another beat.

"For you, it's just a lengthy early breakfast."

"With perhaps some sausage at the end," Lucifer agreed, because how could he not?

He shot Duke an impish look, longer and more lingering than his brief glances before.

And then slid down Octavia's body to... get to work. For a while.

Half an hour really was just a lengthy early breakfast.

It was a bit of an endurance test for Duke, too, though he was up to the challenge. And resisting the urge to applaud when they were all spent at the end.

"Think, uh," he said, as he sprawled across the sheets again. "Think maybe it's my turn to make the more traditional breakfast."

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