okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night

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Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night

Yesterday, there'd been shopping. And today, there was...

Okay, Octavia was still not the most comfortable using words like 'date night'.

But it was probably a date night. She was even wearing a sleek black blouse with her black jeans, in an approximation of something Lucifer might like to see.

There'd also been a nice little meal, just now. And Octavia had even allowed herself a small glass of wine to go with it, the last of which she was making her way through now that they were cuddled up on the couch, still downstairs.

A little moment of rest before dessert, so to speak.

"That was delicious," she told Lucifer, her head tilted against his shoulder. "But it usually is."

[ooc: For that guy I modded, and NSFW-bound.]

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Octavia was going to be nicer than that, this time.

But it was certainly something to think about.

And right now, Octavia was thinking less and less about anything at all. Her hips worked with an increasing sense of desperation, just pushing her closer and closer to where she wanted to get, even as she wanted this feeling to last forever. And not just the physical, but also -- where her mind was.

Confident and unquestionably in control.

A stray thought pictured him like he was, but with his hands bound. Too bad she didn't tell him that was what ripped that strangled moan from her.

Lucifer wanted to touch himself so badly, the instinct almost overrode all sense. It was that mental image that kept him where he was, clinging to the bed in a desperate attempt to keep his hands busy.

To endure the pleasure, the sounds she was making.

He managed to turn his head just enough to catch sight of her from the corner of his eye.

Octavia, moving like a bloody conqueror.

He whimpered into his arm.

Guess this was what was still left of the queen she'd been. This vicious, relentless, deeply private part of her that had found an outlet and was digging its claws right into it.

Or pounding her dick into him, as the case may have been.

Octavia met his glance, caught that little one-third glimpse at his face and the beautiful, desperate strain written all over it. Her breath stuttered again, and --

"N-now, do it."

He'd have to be quick if he wanted to join her in going over the edge, because she could feel it revving up and maybe if she really tried, she could hold it off for the length of more than one thrust --

He was never going to make it. Not after all that, the stretches of waiting, pleasure cresting high and then falling again.

But Lucifer tried anyway, his fingers gripping desperately around his cock. Moving without finesse, just hurtling towards an edge that seemed too-far and too-close all at once.

As soon as she saw his arm move again, Octavia lost just about all focus she'd had on him. Her eyes squeezed closed on their own, and everything fell away except the sensation of the movement into him pressing the toy against her.

She made it through two rough, desperate thrusts before the pleasure burst inside her, and she choked on air as it seemed to clench-and-release its way through her.

But did she stop?

No. The movements just got... messier, more erratic.

Lucifer choked on his own moan, his forehead rubbing back and forth against the blanket. Release just wouldn't come, and he was desperate for it, moving and moving and moving and--

Oh.

There it was.

"Octavia," he sighed.

Guess she'd made good on that promise to make him forget all other names.

After one last stutter or two, Octavia's hips finally slowed down, then stopped, the toy still buried in him, her hands still on his hips though her deathgrip was finally loosening.

She just breathed, deep gasping breaths.

Lucifer let out a loud breath of his own. Felt like so much pressure falling out of him.

"Fuck," he said, with all his heart.

Octavia's next breath sounded faintly like a startled laugh.

Her hand finally left his hip as she leaned over him - and reached for his phone.

"Mmm?" Lucifer hummed. He'd realize what she was doing in a second.

"He's gonna want to see this," Octavia said, faintly, as she straightened up again.

Flicked the camera open.

Lucifer let out a huff. "Mm," he managed again, and then, realizing he should say more, "He absolutely will."

Octavia snorted softly. And took a picture of her view, trying to get as much of him into the shot as possible, to really capture what a wreck he was.

"This one, you should probably send to me, too."

She dropped the phone aside onto the bed again. Rubbed at the small of his back a little, then finally went to pull the toy out.

"I will," Lucifer promised.

The toy drew a final gasp from him as she pulled it out. When it was gone, he collapsed in a happy, spent heap across the blankets.

He'd deal with the wet spot in a second.

Octavia had clearly put the phone away a little too soon, but oh well. She'd just have to remember this one on her own.

(And strive to see it again.)

She slid the other end of the toy out, too, with a soft sigh. Set it aside, then stretched out where she could rest her head against the back of his shoulder and her hand against his back.

She felt like cuddling.

"That was lovely," Lucifer sighed. "You are one Hell of a ride, if you don't mind me saying so, miss Octavia."

"I really don't mind," Octavia murmured, as she went ahead and draped her leg over his. The bra was finally beginning to feel like too much, but taking it off seemed like too much of a hassle, too.

She pressed a kiss against his shoulder, instead. "You were great."

Lucifer laughed softly. "I mostly just sat there," he teased. "You did all the work."

Octavia gave him a long-suffering sigh.

"You know what I mean."

Lucifer laughed softly.

"You may have awakened a whole new thing in me," he said, cheerful as all hell.

"Oh?" Octavia prompted. And pressed another lazy kiss against his sshoulder.

"Mhm," Lucifer said. "I mean, not the domination thing in general, I've always enjoyed that, even if it wasn't my main kink. But I think I rather like 'Octavia conquering my arse' time, whether literal or figurative."

He finally managed to turn, a bit. It jostled her, which was sad, but it meant he could see her in that bra, which was grand.

Octavia made a faintly affronted noise at him moving, which made it clear which direction her feelings on that trended.

Although maybe being able to see his face wasn't bad, either.

She gave a little hum as she tried to settle back down. "Well, I kind of figured that out when you didn't even let me press your face into the mattress..."

Lucifer laughed. "Maybe next time," he said.

She was so gorgeous like this. It was ridiculous. He was besotted.

Octavia propped her head up on her arm. Smiled at him, small and wry but also lazy.

"I might've thought about restraints, too."

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