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]

"Of course," Lucifer said softly. He pressed one last kiss against her mouth. It was gentle.

Telling his body that it might not get the specific release it now craved, but it would get one, soon enough.

He pulled away from her, slipping away from the table. Towards the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

He really needed to stop doing that random gentle thing when Octavia was trying to keep a mood going.

So how convenient that she could rasp, "Don't forget your wine."

[my_own_advocate]

It honestly hadn't felt like a mood-killer or even particularly mood-defiant.

"Good point," Lucifer said, and stopped in his tracks, reaching juuust past her to swipe his glass from the table.

And took a demonstrative sip, just because.

[okteiviakom]

Look, there was mood-killing, and then there was Octavia's need right now to not have the ghost of his gentle kiss be her top memory when he went away for fear that it would leave her floundering around, want withering away again.

(Last time had clearly done a number on her.)

She didn't actually care about his wine at all. It was an excuse to get him to turn back long enough for her to grab him and kiss him one last time the right way, which was... aggressive, something she would feel for a moment afterwards.

She sounded breathless, almost growly as she let go. "Now go."

[my_own_advocate]

Oh. Well. Yes.

"Yes," Lucifer breathed, hair a bit askew now and pupils blown. If she paid attention, she could see the line of his cock already visible against his trousers in the moment before he turned.

And headed up the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

See? See? Octavia couldn't risk letting the mood be anything other than exactly that. Which was clealy worth it because she had caught a glimpse of the beginning of his pants tenting, and, yes.

Good.

She grabbed her cider again as she listened to his footsteps getting further away.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hurried up the stairs, faster than he'd like to admit. He slipped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. The wine went on the nightstand as he quickly unbuttoned the top of his shirt - had to, felt like it - kicked off his shoes, and sat down on the bed.

He took his phone out of his pocket and set it aside.

(Hoping desperately she'd actually go through with it.)

[okteiviakom]

Wouldn't it have been just an absolute power move if she hadn't, though?

But no. While he was going upstairs, Octavia had taken her glass and her bottle and made her way into the living room. Toed off her shoes and curled up in one corner of the couch.

And gotten her phone out.

A call was tempting, but not tempting enough, not compared to the relative safety and added distance offered by texting. So that was the app she opened. And then waited a while, until she was sure he had to have made it.

Hi
Miss me?

[my_own_advocate]

It would've been an absolute power move that would have shattered a bit of his heart, at least temporarily.

A tiny bit of relief crawled up into Lucifer's throat as he heard the phone, and he turned to take it.

Desperately, he texted back.

[okteiviakom]

Luckily Octavia really didn't want to break his heart. Not even a part, not even temporarily.

But she wanted other things.

Take everything off

[my_own_advocate]

Well. He didn't need to be told that more than once. Lucifer set the phone aside and swiftly made work of the buttons on his shirt, and then his trousers. Didn't take any time with that at all, just folded it up and set it aside.

Then he raised his phone and took a picture of his body from the neck down. Sent it to her, as proof.

[okteiviakom]

And without prompting, too! He really was a good Devil.

Gorgeous, she sent back, after just admiring the photo for a moment. But not hard enough yet

[my_own_advocate]

What should I do about it? Lucifer texted, mouth curving.

[okteiviakom]

Show me how you use your hand
For now

She had... thoughts.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smirked lazily to himself. He slid his hand down, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock in a firm grip. With his other hand, he flicked to 'record'.

He stroked up, slow and deliberate. Made sure the camera caught every twist and shift of his hand.

He let out a low groan, working himself up and down again.

After about a minute, he clicked 'send'.

[okteiviakom]

Well, hello.

Octavia watched the video raptly, shifting in her seat a little, taking a long sip of cider after it was over.

Good, she sent back. Bit slow tho

[my_own_advocate]

You'd rather get right to the hard part? Lucifer texted.

He dropped the phone, fumbling for a bottle of lube on the nightstand. Squeezed a little into the palm of his hand, and a bit more on himself.

[okteiviakom]

I want you to ache

Simple.

[my_own_advocate]

As you wish.

Lucifer blew out a breath, and wrapped his fingers securely back around himself. He moved a little faster now, feeling himself harden under his touch; the lubrication helped.

He took a moment to enjoy the sweet warmth of the pleasure of it. Another, to make sure he was-- ah, at the right momentum.

In the next video, he was moving much faster, and his cock glistened visibly under the dim lights of the bedroom.

[okteiviakom]

There was just something about that in particular that really reminded Octavia that, should she have wished, she could've just walked up the stairs and seen all this live and in person.

But this was safer.

And thankfully also ludicrously hot.

Oh, lube, good call. Youre gonna need more of that soon

[my_own_advocate]

Have something special in mind, do we?

Lucifer closed his eyes and let the phone drop onto his stomach. She was going to deprive him of this soon, he was fairly sure, and he just needed... a few more strokes... as he pictured her face as it must have looked right now.

[okteiviakom]

It might have looked a little calculating, right now. But also very focused on this task at hand.

So to speak.

We were a little focused on your dick last time, she sent back. And just your hand

[my_own_advocate]

After a moment or two, Lucifer found the strength to lift up the phone again.

And you feel other parts of my body... deserve attention.

[okteiviakom]

Do you ache yet?

There was no wrong answer to this question.

[my_own_advocate]

For you, always, he almost texted, but Lucifer thought better of it.

No, he sent instead, I'm enjoying the feel of my hand...