okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night

"What I deserve," Octavia rasped. She let him get the photo. Then she pulled back, about half of the way.

The forward thrust was not as slow as it had been the first time, no.

It was harsh enough to make him drop the phone. Lucifer managed a loud gasp, enjoying the wave of sweet stimulation that followed. "What you deserve," he agreed.

Octavia's own gasp was lost in his. This time.

And since that had been such a success, she repeated the motion, grasping tightly on his hips as she did. Like an extra reminder of who was in charge here.

Or maybe just an anchor.

He'd take it as the former, because it was hot.

Mind you, the second time wasn't as intense, purely because he was growing used to it. "Yes," Lucifer sighed, a soft encouragement. Wanting to move into it, to encourage her to be bolder, but... no.

The slow start was for her own benefit too, anyway, as she got used to how this differed from her previous practice with the harnesses.

But Octavia was already starting to feel like she had the hang of this. And she was taking his subtle encouragement as exactly that, so... He wanted bolder?

The next thrust was harsher.

So was the one that followed in pretty quick succession, drawing a ragged moan from her in the process because yes, she could actually feel it like this, not just the part that was designed to rub against her clit but that perfect spot inside, too...

Better.

Lucifer slid forward until he found himself on his forearms. He moaned softly as the toy dragged against all the right nerves.

And yet, his attention kept getting dragged back to the feeling of his fingers on his hips. "Getting... a feel for it?"

They seemed intent on staying there, her fingers. Digging in about as hard as they could. Especially now that she used that hold for snapping her hips forward to meet him.

"Doesn't it feel like it?"

The words were half-grunt. Now that she'd started getting into it, she was really starting to find her rhythm.

"Yes," Lucifer groaned, feeling himself rock forward through no force of his own. "It's-- good."

"Good."

She wanted it to be, for all that she feigned just being in this for herself.

But all gentleness had definitely left this situation a moment ago. Octavia seemed more than willing to actually work herself up into a sweat, rocking him forward again.

And again.

It wasn't all that much different from when she wore her harness. Her attitude seemed just slightly so, though. Something about the confidence of each thrust, and...

He'd figure it out sometime when she wasn't fucking him. When every stroke didn't send pleasure burning through his belly, and he could feel the skin of her hips brush against his. "Fuck me, yes," he managed, "Take what you want..."

Octavia really wished she could have had a picture of this, for Duke or just for herself: the way he was bent over in front of her, the strain in his shoulders. But that would've meant taking at least one hand completely off him and fumbling for her phone, and that just... wasn't happening.

She didn't even hear the noises she made, her breath littered with grunts and moans. All that seemed to register were whatever noises he made, or their bodies together.

All of this was intoxicating.

"You're mine."

"I am," Lucifer babbled. "I am..."

He remembered faintly about the phone, scrambling to grab it again. The motion unbalanced him, and he sagged forward further, his face pressed against the mattress.

"Octavia," he sighed, and reached down, finally, to take himself in hand.

Maybe they needed a timelapse set-up or something. Because Octavia wasn't really managing to think about taking pictures, either. Not when it would have involved letting go of him while he was so perfectly bent over for her.

"Oh, good Devil," she panted. "That's right, just let me -- take you."

And taking him she was. The grip on his hips was actually starting to try and rock him just slightly backwards into every thrust, too.

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.

It was good enough, or at least Octavia thought so. She would have said if she hadn't.

But the sight of his fumbling sparked something.

So she pulled him into another rough thrust, then stayed there, buried to the hilt. "Oh, no," she said. (Breathed, panted. The strain was getting to her, and it was amazing.) "Do it properly, this time."

Had she just stopped? Lucifer whimpered, slumping forward a little.

Suddenly he could hear how harshly he was breathing. "Yes," he managed, forcing his head back up. Forcing himself to focus on the phone in his hands.

He held it up again, staring blindly at the screen. Tried to frame her, and his own gorgeous behind, and what she had buried in there...

Click.

Yes, she'd stopped, and it had been more than worth it just to see him struggle, just to take in the effect she'd had on him. Was having on him.

Octavia didn't say anything - but as soon as he'd taken the picture, her hips pulled back again. And thrust back in. No adjustment period, just right back to that harsh rhythm she'd had before he'd reminded them about the pictures.

It ripped a loud moan from her. Definitely chasing something, now.

"Oh fuck," Lucifer groaned, his thumb fumbling for the button to make one last picture before the phone wound up on the bed. He had done his best, Duke would just have to...

Something.

He planted his arms back on the bed, and dropped his head between them as he rocked back to meet her thrust this time.

After a moment, his fingers snuck back around his cock.

"You know I could forbid you from doing that," Octavia told him, breathless.

Wasn't intending to. But it felt good to say, while her hips were relentlessly snapping against him. Felt right.

"I know," Lucifer breathed.

Had half-expected it.

Was still expecting it.

But it was hard to worry about that when his entire body was telling him to smush his face into the mattress to smother the deeply filthy, repetive noises beginning to spill out of him.

Worry or no worry, Octavia let that possibility hang over him and his pleasure. She couldn't see his hand, but she could see the movement in his shoulder, in his arm. And couldn't stop watching.

The grip of her hands on his hips was so tight by now that he was going to end up with tiny crescent indents on his skin from her nails.

She couldn't stop marveling at how she could feel every thrust into him.

Definitely couldn't stop doing it, again.

It wasn't that Lucifer never got this, but-- well. Duke was Duke, and had his own ways. Octavia's unrelenting nature was something else entirely.

Overwhelming, in a very good way.

He felt the pressure building in his abdomen, his hand moving faster and faster just to keep up with her. He moaned helplessly into the sheets, his breath twisting into something vastly more desperate.

And why did that just make Octavia want to push his desperation a little bit further?

"Stop."

It was out of her mouth before she'd even thought it through. But she wasn't stopping anything, oh no. She was still pulling him back into her thrusts at the breathless pace she'd settled into.

The burn in her muscles blended together with the coiling in the pit of her stomach.

That wasn't just a whimper, it was a whine.

And his hand dropped away from his cock immediately, as if her voice had torn straight through his body.

"Does it ache?" Octavia rasped, her voice heavy with... all of this. His obedience, his whine, the way she clenched around the toy.

She wasn't sure she was even expecting an answer. It felt more important to drive home she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

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