okteiviakom | The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Afternoon

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The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Afternoon

Maybe Octavia was still trying to cling to some kind of a vacation vibe. Or maybe it just genuinely felt like the kind of day for her to sit out on the deck of the Rouge with a book in hand.

Either way, there she was, after the weird water-based class. Reading, while a few of the ship's porgs waddled around. So far, they seemed to have taken the hint that the book was not something edible, and therefore shouldn't be that interesting to them.

[ooc: Open, though may be occasionally slow due to recuperating from work. ET: Goes NSFW wayyyy down in the comments.]

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The noise, this time, was longer. Needier, because that kind of thing felt safe, here.

And didn't keep her from doing the things she'd been doing when it had been her moving. With her lips, with her tongue. He was taking, sure, but she was giving, too.

Lucifer could make this last, if he wanted to.

But it didn't feel right, right now. (He didn't want to lose the feeling of her mouth, but he craved the feeling of being curled up with her, naked and sweaty and tired.)

"You're doing so very well," he murmured, eyes half-lidded as his hips moved a little faster on each thrust. "You're so very good."

... What was another little choked-off noise in between all the others? There was no way of telling how those words seemed to travel down Octavia's spine, and the little shudder could have been anything.

Her hands were pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips, and she could feel the strain in her arms from holding herself where he could do with her mouth as he pleased, and she didn't care.

This felt important. She wanted to be good.

And, well. Right now being good was translating to making sure he got sucked on nice and thorough every time he pulled back.

It felt so good.

Lucifer moaned, a loud noise that seemed to travel all the way from the core of his being. He wanted to drop his head back, but didn't; she deserved to be watched like this.

The pleasure built in his abdomen. His muscles were beginning to grow tight. And still he watched as he fucked her mouth slowly, his eyes on the tight redness of her lips, the determination in her eyes. "That's it," he murmured, eyes half-lidded. "Mm..."

Octavia made another noise, an indistinct moan-hum of a sound. Like encouragement, to keep going, to keep taking.

To keep saying those things to her.

She met a few of his thrusts with a little downward bob of her head. Pushing just that little bit further, chasing -- something.

"Ambitious," Lucifer sighed. "You can't help it, can you? Always have to do-- better."

He ran his fingers down through her hair, encouraging, approving.

Then he gripped it tighter. "Even though I already have the best view in the world..."

The gasp was as muffled as all of Octavia's other noises. And just as appreciative, at its core.

She kept at it.

Lucifer's breathing grew uneven rapidly. He didn't have much more in him, and he knew it.

He slowed his movements until his hips were still against the bed. "Make me come, darling," he said softly, watching her.

Octavia hazarded a quick glance up at him, almost as if she couldn't not.

And then she went right back to it. Mimicking his earlier movements, just from her side, now. A couple of slower bobs to start with, before she picked up a quicker rhythm, meant to overwhelm while still letting her be mindful of the details. Where to drag her tongue, when to suck.

She was an overachiever with a goal. The depth spoke to that, along with her disregard for her own comfort. The noises that happened, how much spit there was. None of it concerned her - especially now that he was almost there.

Lucifer finally allowed himself to let his head drop back, to feel all of it. Pleasure bled openly into his expression, until it was all there was.

He let out a low groan. And then another, higher, and again, until he was moaning with each breath, and his muscles clenched tight--

His fingers clenched tight.

"Octavia," he gasped, and let himself go into her frankly magnificent mouth.

And Octavia saw to it that it wasn't over before he was fully spent. Devoted herself to it, really.

In the moment, it felt like few things beat hearing him like this, feeling him like this. Knowing she was the reason his muscles were taut and his cock throbbed between her lips.

Just her.

Lucifer's fingers loosened in her hair, but they didn't pull away.

He took deep breaths as he came down, his eyes still closed, but-- sitting up a bit.

"You are," he murmured, not for the first time, "A wonder."

Octavia pulled off him, finally, with one last gentle little lick.

And looked up at him. And just breathed.

Lucifer sighed softly.

His fingers slipped out of her hair, along her cheek.

There was a deep fondness in his eyes when he opened them.

There was in hers, too.

"Ai hod yu in."

There was a faint ache in her jaw, and her lips were still feeling the effects of all of that, and so it felt a little strange to talk. And she did not care.

Lucifer's mouth curved into that faint little half-smile that it always did when she said that.

"Come here," he said, his own voice still ragged.

Octavia crawled up until she was pretty much in his lap, suddenly reminded again by the movement that she was fully clothed.

(She liked it.)

Lucifer closed his arms around her and pressed his face into her hair. He breathed deep.

There was something vulnerable about that, Octavia felt.

Her head tipped slightly against his as her hand settled on his shoulder.

"You're perfect," Lucifer said, so quietly it was almost inaudible.

Octavia swallowed all her objections.

And just said, almost as quietly, "Thank you."

Lucifer sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Lingered.

Octavia's arms snuck around him as best they could. Held him.

Let him linger as long as he wanted to. (And left herself the space to process the last several moments, too.)

It took a while before Lucifer's arms loosened around her. Even then, he didn't move far, just leaned back a bit to see her face.

The evidence of the multiple crying jags from her little Samsara detour was mostly gone by now. Which meant now Octavia just looked slightly like a disheleved mess for other reasons.

"Ha yun," she murmured when their eyes met.

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