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 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.

[okteiviakom]

The steady, insistent thrum of the vibration was gone.

And, sorry to say, his fingers didn't feel like much, right after. Octavia felt strangely untethered, and lost for words to communicate that with.

The most that happened was an unsteady exhale.

[my_own_advocate]

"Or would you rather keep it?" Lucifer murmured, pressing three fingers in deep. "Did it feel like it was a part of you?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia felt like she'd fallen out of... out of whatever rhythm she'd had, and now there was a stretch and that just didn't feel right, either, and --

It was pretty sudden, the way she surged to try and sit up, just narrowly avoiding an accidental headbutt in the process.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blinked, leaning back.

Okay. That had clearly been a bad move.

[okteiviakom]

Probably looked worse than it was, since Octavia still had that pesky issue where speech appeared to have left her.

She breathed as she pulled her knees up a little bit, once again blinking to clear her vision of the evidence of the stinging that had been happening for... a while, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia?" Lucifer asked, reaching for her shoulder.

... Carefully.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia swayed a little into the touch.

Or maybe she just happened to shift that way. It was hard to say, what with the way her eyes were cast towards the sheets.

[my_own_advocate]

Right. Well. Lucifer would take that as permission to tug her into a clumsy half-a-hug.