okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night

Octavia made a noise that was louder right off the bat than it often would have been. Maybe it was the wine again?

Or maybe it was just how affecting she'd found all those bites so far. As he was finding out now, tasting her, warm and wet and so welcoming under his tongue.

Her hand returned to its rightful place in his hair while she shifted just a little bit again, just trying to part her legs as much as the panties around her knees allowed.

He loved the taste of her; he always did. And yet finding her quite like that was a gift. He couldn't help himself, pressing his tongue into her, wanting more.

Well it just so happened Octavia was wanting more, too. "Thank you," she sighed, without even thinking. Her eyes slipped closed again, and her head tipped back.

And her fingers clenched further in his hair.

Lucifer tugged her panties all the way down. It took him effort to be careful about it, but he didn't want to ruin them. Then he gripped her hips and pulled her in closer, fucking into her with his tongue. Pressing his face as close as he could go.

And that was the kind of enthusiasm that got both her hands in his hair, in case he'd otherwise have foolish ideas about where exactly he was wanted and needed right now.

She wasn't shy about trying to meet every push of his tongue with her hips.

Oh, he wouldn't be so foolish as to think otherwise. Promise. Nor did he want to be. He'd painted her a picture of how things should go, and he fully intended to stick with it.

Even if this was less about finesse and teasing now than he'd expected.

He let her rock against his mouth, giving up on fanciful ideas of exploration, and merely tried to make sure his face pressed up against her most sensitive nerves while he did his work, his fingers drawing patterns on her moving hips.

There was a time to be a tease, and clearly this had turned out not to be it. And Octavia was grateful he was following the flow of that.

He'd promised her squirming and well, there it was already, making sure he didn't waste a single second of time with his mouth between her legs.

Her breathing was already getting all kinds of noisy. Some of those were his name, some were just little grunts, little fragments of moans when his tongue pressed into her just right, when his nose pressed against her.

And Lucifer knew he had to stop eventually, or risk this being over too soon. Just... just in a minute. His hand slid up her thigh; he allowed himself this moment. To be in it. To feel her squirm.

His fingers pressed against the bruise.

Even Octavia's gasp was loud as the pressure seemed to send a shock up her thigh, and right up to where --

And then she was using the hands in his hair for wrenching him away from where she most desperately wanted him to stay.

Lucifer managed a soft laugh, and a slightly wet noise along with it. "Mm, enough?"

"No," Octavia replied, because obviously not. She inhaled deeply, and seemed to feel that in her entire body. "But there was a pretty obvious lack of an orgasm for me right now, in the plan you laid out."

Lucifer stretched up to kiss her. "True," he said. He reached past, for the nightstand, and pulled out the toy they'd picked out together, along with a bottle of lube.

"Step three it is, then."

While Octavia tried to distract him by licking at some of the wet streaks she'd left on his face.

"And what was step three, again?"

She knew it so well she may even have had some of her own words to describe it with. But she wanted to hear him, first.

Perhaps the words would distract her from the feeling of the toy, pressing between her legs. "You bend me over," he said, voice low, "and you fuck me so hard I can't think of anyone else."

They did not, actually.

Which meant Octavia's own plans for words went right out the window in favor of a quiet 'mmmh' as her focus shifted.

Though not too much. She'd still heard him.

Lucifer kissed her cheek. "Looking forward to that?" he murmured, sliding the length in one inch at a time.

It was shaped a little differently than the other end, so she could keep her... grip on it, and move as she liked.

Yeah. Yeah, Octavia was keenly aware of that right now. It was a new sensation, one to adjust to a little bit. She'd used toys on herself, before, but the shape was a little new.

She found her words again, though.

"To screwing you to my heart's content?" she breathed. Not that her heart was currently much of a priority to her, right now. "Using your pretty ass to help me get the release I deserve? Yes."

"Oh my," Lucifer whispered. "Yes, ma'am."

His hand fell away from the toy. He took the lube, instead.

And good, because Octavia's attention went elsewhere. Specifically, between her legs. Because when she clenched her muscles, the outer part gave a little twitch.

Didn't have that kind of a connection with a harness involved.

That had been the point, hadn't it? "Getting the hang of it, I see," Lucifer said, as he squeezed a glob of lube into his hand.

He wrapped it around the outer part.

Obviously, but talking and thinking about it were a different thing from actually experience it first-hand.

... So to speak.

And if she'd needed further proof it went both ways, well, she didn't need to look further than his hand on the toy. "Seems like, yeah," she sighed.

"Do you want to do me, or shall I take care of it?" Lucifer asked.

He held up the lube with one hand while his other one engaged in a few more, largely unnecessary, strokes.

They weren't unnecessary in the slightest. Octavia's eyes watched his hand raptly.

At least until her eyes flicked up to his face. There was something sharper about her gaze as she pushed herself up on her elbows some.

"I want you to do it," she rasped. "Get yourself ready for me."

Lucifer's shirt had already wound up discarded on the nightstand. He gave her a curt nod, and slipped out of his trousers, tossing them to the floor.

His hand slid from her length, and he squeezed a bit more of the lube into it. He laid down on his side, and reached behind himself.

Octavia pushed herself a little further upright.

Watched him.

"Good Devil."

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