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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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand was softer on her cheek now, somehow. He lingered, taking up whatever space she let him take, and stared down at her pretty face.

"Magazine perfect," he murmured.

He pulled away.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia felt far too much of an odd sense of gratitude.

And that was before he pulled away. After, she inhaled a gasping breath (that sounded a little wet), blinking up at him to clear the blur in her eyes.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked down at her, quietly. Admiring her face. (She was so incredibly beautiful in so many ways.)

He clicked the intensity of the vibe down, idly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's body sagged into the mattress a little bit. She barely noticed, like she'd barely noticed it tensing up under all the various sensations, either.

Another breath.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head.

Slid down a few inches, until he was straddling her hips again, and took himself in hand. He worked himself, methodical and fast.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him, her expression open, almost a little lost.

All the fight had really drained out of her again, it seemed.

[my_own_advocate]

And so Lucifer stayed where he was.

Jerking himself off. Letting the pleasure build the last of the way.

Letting himself come rather dramatically, spilling himself all over her skin and her leather.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia felt the brief warmth land on her skin. Felt herself shiver with something that felt like longing.

But her eyes had been drawn up to his face, right before. Watching.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was breathing heavily, his chest going up... and down... and up... rather rapidly.

The rest of him seemed calm. Quiet. Careful.

He looked up and caught her gaze.

"Now you look right."

[okteiviakom]

"Thank you."

Yeah, those words just fell out, like a sigh, unbidden.

(A sliver of embarrassment tried to fight its way to the top, but just mixed in with everything else.)

[my_own_advocate]

"You're welcome," Lucifer said lightly.

He watched her a moment longer.

"Would you like to come?"

[okteiviakom]

Did it up her chances any if she responded with a soft nod?

Because that was what Octavia did.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked like he was considering it.

(Like it wasn't her choice. Like it was still his to decide.)

"As you wish," he said, and upped the intensity of the vibrator.

A bit more than earlier.

[okteiviakom]

There was no distraction from it this time, either, and it seemed to jolt Octavia right back into her body. Her fingers curled into the sheets, one of her heels dug into the mattress, her eyes squeezed closed.

Her moan sounded completely involuntary.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said softly.

His hand slid over the leather on her breast, searching for her nipple, plucking and playing with it.

[okteiviakom]

The nipple stiffened under his touch - more than it already had, anyway. Octavia made a wounded little noise, shifting a little, like she wasn't sure whether she wanted to have her legs closer together or further apart. Or whether it made a difference.

She knew she was ridiculously slick and hot around the toy, and she wanted more and she wanted less, and the vibrations were insistent.

[my_own_advocate]

"I should leave you like this," Lucifer mused softly. "It would only be fair."

He leaned down. Wrapped his mouth around her nipple.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing. Made a little noise again, though.

And one of her hands crept away from the sheets, up into his hair.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then again," Lucifer murmured against her skin, "All I am doing is taking care of you. You know that, don't you?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He sucked, instead.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't have an answer. Her chest felt tight all of a sudden, in ways that had nothing to do with all the leather strips crossing each other over it.

Her closed eyes stung. Just a little.

But the toy wasn't letting up.

[my_own_advocate]

"Would you rather have my fingers?" Lucifer whispered. "Or my mouth?"

[okteiviakom]

It was nice of him to act like she was capable of providing answers.

Her gasp of an inhale wasn't much of one. Neither was her helpless little squirm.

[my_own_advocate]

"Right," Lucifer said, soft and warm and amused.

He stretched up, and found those lips who had wrapped around him so nicely not long ago, and kissed them gently.

[okteiviakom]

Did he realize that the more gentle he got with her, the worse Octavia's little... crisis or breakdown or whatever this was also got?

Probably not.

And maybe it wasn't obvious, either, how her lower lip trembled before she managed to kiss him back, her fingers pushing their way further into his hair.

[my_own_advocate]

It was almost as if he was responding to her, wasn't it?

Lucifer's hand curled around the toy within her. He pulled it out carefully, lingering in the kiss.

Didn't wait long to replace it with his fingers.