Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It was Sunday night. There had been dinner: some nice takeout from some place on the mainland, followed by an even nicer dessert from some other place on the mainland. Panna cotta with fresh fruit was getting up there on Octavia's list of favorites.

But she had other favorite things, too.

And that was probably why they were already halfway up the stairs.

"Was that passionfruit on purpose?"

[ooc: For the Devil, and SP. NSFW bound, most likely.]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia gasped at being spun.

And then kind of melted into the kiss. Pliable.

[my_own_advocate]

Good. Lucifer's hands slid down along her sides. He gripped her by her hips and pulled them flush against his own. "You're mine tonight," he murmured in her ear, "And I'll take you apart piece by piece."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wanted to say something bratty, here. Maybe a classic promises, promises, or something in that vein. Something light.

But everything seemed lodged in her throat, instead. And the shiver down her spine just said yes.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed her. He kept nothing back, demanding entry to her mouth, his fingers firm against her hips.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia yielded without a second thought. Maybe at some point she'd feel like putting up some sort of resistance, but for now, she wasnt of that mind at all.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, but they were gentle, almost hesitant.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tugged her with him to the bed. Somewhere along the way, he unbuttoned her trousers and shoved them roughly down her hips. "Take them off," he breathed as he backed against the bed.

Kissed her again, because why make it easy?

[okteiviakom]

They had other rooms, other spaces for easy.

Octavia accepted the challenge - and kind of struggled. There was a fair bit of squirming before she managed to kick the pants off all the way.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sat down on the edge of the bed.

He tugged her into his lap the second she was done. He wasn't gentle about that, either.

[okteiviakom]

And so Octavia went, half falling into straddling him.

How was she already a little breathless?

[my_own_advocate]

"Move against me," Lucifer murmured against her mouth. "Get me hard."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't pretend not to know how.

Her hands slid onto his shoulders, anchoring her, supporting her, as she ground her hips down over his, against his.

There was a muffled noise against his lips. Her panties weren't exactly thick.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, it wouldn't be fun if it wasn't torturing her a bit, would it?

Lucifer sighed against her mouth. "Good girl," he murmured, dropping his mouth until he could leave kisses along her jaw.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's inhale was noisy, but at least her shudder was lost in the rest of her movement. Grinding down, rolling her hips, repeating, repeating.

Like she was angling to hear that good girl again.

[my_own_advocate]

And slowly, Lucifer came alive against her panties. One roll at a time.

"That's it," he whispered.

He didn't need to bite her, just there, on vulnerable skin. But he did.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help the hiss, or the ways her next movement kind of stuttered with the little jolt of pain.

But there was a sense of reward in feeling him begin to harden underneath her, against her. She didn't stop.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned softly against her skin, wrapping his arms tighter around her.

He did nothing else.

It was her work to do.

[okteiviakom]

Hers alone.

And one she seemed to be dedicated to. The movements were smaller, now. A lot more... rubbing, kind of. Pressure.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft, low groan, his hand settling on the back of her neck. "I want you to keep the panties on," he murmured, his lips skipping to her ear. "I want you to take everything else off and replace it with the leather."

He didn't sound like he expected backtalk.

[okteiviakom]

Did it count as backtalk to ask, "Which leather?"

They were getting to the point of having a collection.

[my_own_advocate]

"Your breasts," Lucifer murmured, his hand skimming up to touch them. "Your arms..."

And up.

"And your thighs."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia breathed.

But lingered in the touch. The softest possible way of going against orders.

[my_own_advocate]

"Now," Lucifer said.

The word was soft. The intent behind it clearly wasn't.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia held for several seconds more.

Then finally moved to get up.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her go.

Slowly, he reached to pull off his jacket, and left it carelessly by the bed. He made no effort to hide the tent in his trousers.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia would've been sad if he had. She'd worked hard - pun intended - for that tent.

She peeled off her sweater. Unhooked her bra and let it fall, and then went to search the drawer for three separate harness pieces. Pulled out one for her thighs, one for her arms, one for her chest.

She handled them like they were precious.