Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

As requested, date night dinner had been Thai, and delicious. And dessert, right now, also delivered on both because it was banana roti.

And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.

About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."

[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]

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[my_own_advocate]

I meant it as short for vibrator, Lucifer messaged wryly. [eggplant emoji]

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. Mostly at the emoji.

& and i meant a v i b r a t o r was never one of my two options

Technically, anyway, as would become obvious later.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, that leaves fewer options, Lucifer conceded. Put me out of my misery?

[okteiviakom]

Since you were so hung up on vibes, take the big plug

Which, yes, had the vibrating beads under the surface in the neck of it. The rimming simulation was the technicality.

& the remote

Of course.

No i wont be telling you what option 2 was

[my_own_advocate]

Evil mistress, Lucifer texted, but he took the big plug and the remote. Obediently.

[okteiviakom]

Now get comfortable, Octavia texted back, ignoring the name-calling because she knew he was doing what he was told, anyway.

Because youre going to work that thing into yourself

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer settled back down on the bed, considering the plug in his hands. Should he have kept playing the guessing game a bit longer?

His curiosity was going to eat him.

But he tossed that thought aside, reaching for the lube again. Needed to work himself open a bit, before he got this thing good and ready. And so he was quiet for a precious few minutes. Just... working with it.

The next picture she'd get was one of the plug, half-in, half-out, his legs up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had risen from her seat, in the meantime. She wasn't going anywhere, really, she was just following an instinct to dim the lights in the living room some more. To make it feel more... intimate.

The picture made her pause where she was, and to exhale a pleased hum.

And... Yes, maybe that called for something more special than a text.

"Good progress," the recording of her voice said, raspy and low and oh-so private in its tone, "but you can take it all, soon, I know you can."

[my_own_advocate]

Oh. Lucifer's eyes fluttered shut at the sound of her voice, and... perhaps... he let himself get drawn into playing it again.

It made him ache.

And then he pressed again. Slowly, he felt his body take the plug, until the beads pushed in and suddenly-- it was flush against his skin.

He clicked record.

"Of course, darling," he said, his voice ragged. "I can take anything for you."

He moved the phone's camera away from his face and down, between his legs, where two of his fingers still pressed against the plug's base. Sent.

[okteiviakom]

Oh but he was beautiful, in every possible way.

Another voice message. She sounded pleased. Talked slow. "Maybe we should get you some even bigger toys."

Which was not a thing that had ever featured in any of Octavia's fantasies before, but maybe the safety of the distance and the half-unreal quality of only getting glimpses at what he was doing were helping her... play just that little bit more freely with batting around ideas.

A text followed: Now turn it on, straight to 3

There were six settings for the rotating beads and the vibration in the body, and she didn't want him to bother getting used to it on the lower ones.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had a sudden vision of Octavia in one of her more controlling moments, with a big-- right. He swallowed.

(Thinking about that too much felt like asking for trouble, with all things being as they were.)

Instead he clicked record again. Filmed himself picking up the remote and pushing it up one, two, three-- "Ah."

He almost fumbled with the phone before he managed to turn it off. He'd... forgotten what this toy could feel like. But now he remembered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia may have been thinking something similar, as she made her way back to the couch, curling up again after another little sip from her glass.

(The cider probably helped, actually.)

And, yeah, that video proved she'd been right to go for that setting. Not that she was surprised, because she remembered vividly what the effects of this particular toy on him were.

Tell me how it feels

[my_own_advocate]

Something felt... right about answering her text with his voice, as if he was willingly giving up some power-- that she could stay dispassionate with her letters, where he with his voice could not.

"Well, it's still not genuine rimming or anything of the sort," he said, with a slight tremble in his voice. "But it's... distracting. I can feel it moving quite vividly... and sometimes it slides along places that are very, very sweet..."

[okteiviakom]

That was exactly what Octavia had hoped for. That she could be greedy and selfish about listening for all the tell-tale signs in his voice, while keeping her own to herself.

He could be upstairs, naked and exposed with a toy inside him, and she could be downstairs on the couch, fully dressed and on her phone, as if nothing at all was happening.

Does it make you want to touch yourself?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer closed his eyes and felt the motion for a good long moment.

"Yes," he breathed, like a confession. Sent that.

[okteiviakom]

It sounded beautiful.

But not nearly desperate enough. So...

4

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. He aimed the phone right at his face, and then--

Next setting.

He released a louder breath, some of the muscles in his face tugging upward at the extra stimulation.

"Four," he managed.

Sent.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched it at least three times in a row.

And what she wanted him to do now called for encouragement: her voice, just as low and raspy as before. "Now you get to touch yourself." A pause, as if that was all, but no. "But if you get close, you will stop."

[my_own_advocate]

No response, at least for a moment or two.

She received another video. His fist, wrapped around his length, pumping fast and rough. "I will stop," Lucifer panted, and let his hips buck up into his hand.

[okteiviakom]

You better, Octavia sent back.

And settled in to rewatch that video a few times. Just because. It had nothing to do with the ache between her own legs, just like the way she shifted in place didn't, either.

Don't be absurd.

[my_own_advocate]

Good, because Lucifer needed this time to... indulge. Knowing he wouldn't be allowed to finish. Chasing his fist regardless, to get him as close to the edge as he could possibly get, and--

"Oh," he groaned, the phone seemingly carelessly positioned against the nightstand, showing his body stretched out on the bed, his hand and cock visible on the far end. "Oh. Mmm, Octavia..."

A moan.

And then a whimper, as he squeezed his length one single time and slid his hand off of himself. Reached for the phone with it.

That was the end of the video.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

It was a shame he couldn't see Octavia watching the video, pupils blown, breathing shallow. Nor was he going to hear how she would've sounded like, right now.

Too bad.

Tell me how it feels

She shifted once more. Curled up further. Made the shape of her body so that it was easy to switch the phone from one hand to the other, and sneak the newly free oone between her legs. Just pressure, through layers of fabric, like his hands over her breasts, before.

Just pressure.

... A rubbing kind, as she re-watched the video, watching his hand move, his body tense for a release that wasn't coming.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer picked up the phone and angled it at his face again. He took big, gasping breaths. "A bit like torture," he admitted. "Mm, it aches. I want... more... and yet that bloody plug just keeps going on and on and on and on and on..."

His eyes fluttered shut. He sounded close to a desperate laugh.

He sent it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't say what it was about this video, in particular, that seemed to drag up the urge to actually -- go to him.

She wasn't going to, though. Neither was she going to let him know.

Good, she sent back. Stay in that feeling

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer brought his mouth up against his phone for a kiss, though the message was all audio.

"As you wish."

Strained. And submitting.