okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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

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..."

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?

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

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

It sounded beautiful.

But not nearly desperate enough. So...

4

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

"As you wish."

Strained. And submitting.

It was one of the most beautiful sounds Octavia could hope to hear.

And she left him in it. While she thought about how he looked right now, how hard he was, whether the constant stimulation made him squirm. And also while she rewatched some of the videos so far. Like a tiny, personal library of porn, just for her and her... pressure.

Eventually, though, there was another voice message from her end, as well.

"Now do it again."

Maybe she sounded a little more breathless, this time.

Lucifer breathed deeply through his nose. He knew he was liable to fumble with the phone in the state he was in, but he managed a photograph: his hand back around himself, a little fluid beading at the top of his cock.

Then he just... hit the record audio button, and let it pick up his every groan and gasp.

Honestly, it was amazing he was still managing this much. Suppose Octavia would have to reward him in some way.

Not right now, though.

Too busy admiring that photo.

Too busy sinking a little further on the couch, finally sliding her fingers under one -- no, both layers of fabric, down the front of her thankfully fairly loose pants.

The audio was sent somewhere in the middle of it. Lucifer wasn't paying much attention to it, not really. The pleasure built, and built, pushed onward by the incessant buzzing in his arse.

It was close. So close. So--

He gasped, wrenching his hand away from himself, and whined. A fumble. The camera, back on, pointed at his straining cock. "I didn't," he breathed. "I stopped, I did."

Send.

That audio sounded obscene to Octavia, right now. And spurred her on in moving her hand, sliding her fingertips back and forth, keeping herself quiet even though there was no one here to hear her.

And then, exquisite video of just how obedient he was. Who could blame her for focusing on herself for just a moment longer, there? And a few filthy memories, equally filthy hopes --

Good devil, she managed, eventually. And thought about things for a second, what she wanted to hear, or see, and how likely he would be able to operate his phone much at all soon.

And now there was an incoming video call - though her camera was pointed towards the ceiling.

Lucifer let out a soft gasp - was it the incoming call, or a particularly evil twist of the beads in the plug that did it? Who even knew anymore.

He pressed a thumb that felt entirely too big and clumsy right now to the phone and accepted the call, treating Octavia to the sight of his hair in disarray, sweat sliding along his skin.

He was a mess. And it was amazing.

Octavia turned her own camera all the way off so she could hold the phone however she wanted. He didn't get to see her right now, that wasn't how this worked.

"Hi," she said. A beat. "Five."

That was all.

Lucifer tore his eyes away from the phone and swallowed, running his fingers through his messy hair. "'right," he managed, groping around for the remote, and-- there.

He didn't quite cry out, but the groan had a desperate edge as the toy moved its pace to too much.

He remembered it.

"Too much?"

All rasp. Maybe a little breathy at the end, there.

"Not even six."

Oh, she knew the difference between those two was probably minimal, especially in the state he was in now.

"It's-- a lot," Lucifer panted - though at least the memory of his hands on his cock wasn't as far away as it had been the last time she'd used this on him.

"Talk to me about it."

She wanted to listen to the strain in his voice some more.

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