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's eyes flicked down to his hands, then back up to his face.

The questioning eyebrow raise was faint.

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't get to ask questions," Lucifer said, and climbed onto the bed, straddling the bottom of her legs.

He was all business pressing the toy into her. He didn't linger much.

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't --" was as far as Octavia got in her bratty remark before he was already there with his toy.

She considered trying to scratch him again. Honest, she did.

[my_own_advocate]

"You were thinking one," Lucifer said idly, pressing the toy further into place. Taking care to settle its nub against her core.

[okteiviakom]

"Wasn't."

That was totally not a sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

"Quiet," Lucifer said.

He thought for a moment, stuck between two thoughts.

Then he reached out and pushed her back onto her back.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia thumped onto her back as if that was where she'd planned to go anyway.

In part because all her challenge went to her drawled, "Make me." Though even that was pretty mild. Unconcerned, even.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her, similarily unconcerned, apparently.

He reached out and grabbed another scarf from the night stand. "As you wish," he said, pressing it to her mouth, using it to cover his fingers as he tried to push her lips apart again.

[okteiviakom]

Apparently the lack of concern on Octavia's part was actually pretty short-lived, as both of her hands came up to grab at his arm.

All nails.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed his other arm down against her chest.

His eyebrows lifted.

He pushed again.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head turned away. Tried to, anyway.

The rest of her squirmed. Aggressively.

[my_own_advocate]

"You did tell me to silence you," Lucifer said patiently, pressing his palm down so she couldn't move her head. "Or have you decided to play nice? Because I have better things to put in there."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia growled in the back of her throat, but stilled. Completely.

With fire in her eyes. But, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's better," Lucifer murmured, watching her face with some amount of satisfaction, pulling the silk away from her mouth.

"Now, open up."

[okteiviakom]

They could talk about what had actually inspired this bit of compliance sometime later. And probably should.

(It was self-preservation.)

But right now, after licking her lips to get the feel of silk off them, she opened her mouth. And not to talk.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. That was part of why they were doing this, wasn't it? Pushing the boundaries and seeing what feelings it kicked up.

The safe word was as much a promise not to stop pushing until she actually wanted him to as it was a safety measure.

He slid back up her body. Pressed himself into her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was more welcoming, this time. Specifically let her tongue drag against him and everything.

There was absolutely no teeth.

[my_own_advocate]

"Better," Lucifer murmured.

He didn't trust it.

He rolled his hips once, gently, and swept the remote from the bed. He clicked it on, the lowest setting.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't entirely forgotten about the toy amidst all the other discomfort, but it had definitely gone on the backburner in her mind.

She made a noise around him. More at the surprise of it, the reminder of it, than the low rumble of the vibration just yet.

[my_own_advocate]

But the noise felt nice around him. Lucifer let out a soft groan, the next movement of his hips a little less gentle.

(Testing the boundaries.)

[okteiviakom]

Well, the next noise was a little more wet and a little more strangled.

But it was not a protest. If anything, the little hum right after sounded like a challenge.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pushed the intensity setting up by-- a notch?

No. Two.

His fingers slid into her hair, holding her head in place.

Again. Rougher.

[okteiviakom]

This angle was a little more awkward than most, and between that and his hold on her hair, Octavia didn't have much control over any part of this at all.

Barely realized that, though, with the added intensity that drew half her attention squarely down her body, and forced another strangled moan out around him. Yes, that -- that felt more like something.

[my_own_advocate]

Good. She didn't get to have control. Not now.

Lucifer found a just-this-side-of-too-rough rhythm he liked, plowing into her mouth with as much abandon as he was willing to give in to. (He didn't want her to get hurt.)

He left the toy buzzing. Let the sound drown his thoughts.

[okteiviakom]

Let the sensation drown out hers.

It was weird how it all blended together, how the pleasure from the toy mixed in with the discomfort of his repeated thrusts into her mouth until they seemed to be one and the same.

Certainly it would have been hard for her to say which of her noises - choked-off moans, grunts, the occasional tiny and wet gagging sound - were caused by what.

All of it felt like surrender.