The thought of taking pictures was still somewhere in Lucifer's mind, but it was hard to focus. So hard.

He worked himself feverishly for a few of those thrusts, deeply enjoying the feeling of Octavia pulling him onto her dick.

Then he remembered.

He pulled his hand away, groaning loudly in both frustration and the sheer-- fuck, that thrust went right up to his balls. He fumbled for the phone, holding it up haphazardly, hoping it was pointed in the right direction - at Octavia - when he pressed the button.