Octavia Blake (
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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.]
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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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.
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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.
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His fingers pressed against the bruise.
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And then she was using the hands in his hair for wrenching him away from where she most desperately wanted him to stay.
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"Step three it is, then."
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"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.
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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.
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It was shaped a little differently than the other end, so she could keep her... grip on it, and move as she liked.
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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."
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His hand fell away from the toy. He took the lube, instead.
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Didn't have that kind of a connection with a harness involved.
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He wrapped it around the outer part.
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... 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.
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He held up the lube with one hand while his other one engaged in a few more, largely unnecessary, strokes.
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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."
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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.
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Watched him.
"Good Devil."
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So he worked two fingers into himself quickly, and let out a gentle sigh.
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Like now.
She sat up the rest of the way (and only got slightly distracted by the way the toy moved with her). Reached out and ran her hand along his chest.
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"There," he said. His voice was slightly shaky.
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"Done?" Octavia asked, something much too light about her voice - for just the length of that word. Her hand traveled further down, but not down enough before it pulled away. "Well. On your hands and knees, then."
There was a slight strain to her voice, too.
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Something had just shifted in the air, and he swallowed, his cock twitching visibly against his stomach.
"As you wish," he said, and propped himself up. Palms planted on the mattress, his knees against the blankets.
His back to her.
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