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]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. They were, if you asked Lucifer.

He paid her no heed as he stripped methodically out of the rest of his clothes.

[okteiviakom]

While Octavia began methodically covering her body in strips of leather. The one that wrapped around her waist with a thin strip and hugged her thighs went on first.

Then the chest piece that framed each of her breasts in leather.

She tightened each of the clasps carefully. Not too loose, tight enough to feel the edges of herself, to feel contained.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer set the last of his clothes aside and looked up. Watching her. Quiet. But present.

[okteiviakom]

Meanwhile, Octavia had turned inward. If the leathers were precious, this was a ritual, and called for all of her focus.

Last but not least, the arm pieces slid on, held together by a strap across the top of her chest, another across her back, criss-crossing with the chest harness underneath it.

There was something particularly practised about the way she fixed the clasps around her arms.

[my_own_advocate]

As soon as the last clasp shut, Lucifer leaned forward. He hooked his fingers around a strap on her back, and pulled.

Hard enough to yank her inward, though not so hard - he hoped - it would actually hurt.

[okteiviakom]

It didn't hurt.

Didn't entirely even surprise her, although the way she moved with the yank was a little stumbly.

[my_own_advocate]

He straddled her as soon as she was flat against the bed, his fingers sliding up over the straps, up along her shoulders, into her... hair?

Lucifer pulled it back, up over her head. And reached aside, for the night stand.

[okteiviakom]

Now, that did kind of startle Octavia. Just because of all the things she'd expected... that wasn't one.

"What are you doing?"

Oh, that felt like a misstep, somehow. Speaking.

[my_own_advocate]

"Quiet," Lucifer said.

He wound the scarf around her hair, working it into a ponytail. "Or I'll make sure you are."

[okteiviakom]

"Sorry."

It wasn't bad if it was soft, right?

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm making sure you look right," Lucifer murmured, sweeping his eyes down her body.

Making sure she knew he thought she was his to do with as he wanted.

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia echoed, but not out loud. Just a small movement of her lips.

Anticipation pooled like a jittery weight in the pit of her stomach.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed.

His hand slid down, and wrapped around his length.

(Payback. A bit.)

[okteiviakom]

The scarf felt odd in her hair, not quite like a normal ponytail with an elastic would have felt like.

But that wasn't exactly something she would focus on when her gaze was drawn down to his hand, was it?

[my_own_advocate]

He gave himself a few long, leisurely strokes, allowing a soft moan to fall from his lips. But he had different goals in mind.

Lucifer lowered his hips, and... rocked himself against her panties. Making sure to slide, ever-so-slowly, between her legs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help her shudder of an exhale. (The straps around her chest pressed into her skin a little more, as she did.) The sensation was different than it had been when she'd had some semblance of control over it.

And when he'd still been wearing pants.

[my_own_advocate]

"I always keep my promises," Lucifer said, dragging himself up, then... down again. He made a soft noise. "I will take you apart. But I'm also... going to paint a pretty picture."

His eyes flicked towards her face, his gaze dragging down her body. "You look like something out of a magazine, do you realize that?"

[okteiviakom]

"No."

That wasn't an objection. Just... magazines were a little outside her frame of reference. (But what little she knew, it didn't feel like it fit.)

Anyway, her voice was soft, the word a very short one on purpose.

[my_own_advocate]

"Like a pretty picture, meant for people to fawn over," Lucifer mused. Undaunted. "And cum all over."

Another slow glide.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh."

Oh.

The muscles in her abdomen jumped. The widening of her eyes was a little more subtle.