okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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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"Yes." For the question, for the nuzzling, for his fingers. She felt herself give a twitch around the latter. A taste of something fast approaching. "I let you -- suffer."

She remembered it so very clearly. How he'd pleaded, how she'd done nothing.

The droplets on his cock.

"And I let you do it," Lucifer whispered. "It was worth it. Not the terrible orgasm, of course. But you."

He managed to free his thumb just far enough that he could-- ah, there-- press down on her more fully without having to withdraw the rest of his fingers.

"The fulfillment on your face."

"G-gonna do it again."

Oh, her voice sounded frayed, now. Full of promise, but... distracted, breathy. Her focus turning inwards, downwards, more fully.

A gasp, another.

Almost --

His muscles ached from the movements of his hand, the way he worked and worked and worked. That, too, was beautiful.

"I don't care what you do," Lucifer whispered. "As long as you're doing it to me."

He made a move as if to nip at her ear, but-- didn't. "My love."

I could do anything to you.

Always came back to that. That -- that image of him, ignoring his discomfort to give way to what she demanded from him. On his knees, obedient, trusting.

It felt like her heart might break out of her chest. But instead, she just tensed again, with a wounded gasp and a groan, and the pleasure finally exploded outward from her core.

Had he missed how harshly she could pulse around his fingers?

Yes. Yes, he had.

It was enough to wrench a groan from Lucifer's throat, his eyes squeezing shut.

Something in his abdomen clenched tightly.

Octavia would have been pleased to know that.

She was a little out of it, though, just breathing through the absolutely wonderful feeling pulsing through her as it began to ease off.

Lucifer remained still. He didn't even move his fingers. He wasn't allowed to; it was her decision, how and when.

That was the deal.

He found himself matching her breathing.

Octavia noticed it before she actually noticed it. Just, something in the back of her mind feeling like a connection.

And once she realized what it was, she stayed with it. Feeling his chest move against her back with every inhale. His breath against her neck on every exhale.

Too sacred to just let go immediately.

They were in sync again. For what felt like the first time in a while. It was precious, and Lucifer wanted to cling through it.

Even as their shared breathing slowed.

It was not what Octavia had expected when she'd sent him off to the bedroom with his wine.

She lingered in it for a long, long moment more, until they'd been breathing at a slow and steady pace for a little while, before her hand reached for his wrist again.

"As much fun as it would be to make you keep doing it..." she said, quiet and a little hoarse, as she drew his hand away.

And just as easily as Lucifer's hand had slipped in, he slipped it out. His fingers were still wet and sticky. "Of course."

So they were.

And Octavia was seemingly careless about drawing his hand up near his face.

Lucifer's lips parted before she even got very far with it.

Oh, good Devil.

Octavia's glance back didn't look as idle as it tried to when she guided his fingers to his mouth.

He didn't try to read into it. He merely took to the task at hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth, his tongue darting around to make sure they were clean.

Oh.

He'd missed that taste.

He made a noise.

Okay, so it didn't stay a glance. She watched him. Or his hand. His lips, his mouth, maybe a little glimpse of his tongue.

And then he made that noise and it felt like it went straight through her.

(No one could blame her for thinking about how he would act once she managed to get the courage to actually make him eat her out again.)

Lucifer's eyes, at half-lid, cracked open again.

He caught her eye.

He caught her looking at him with a languid sense of longing on her face.

She didn't look away.

It broke something in whatever serene, almost in-control facade he'd put up in the past... however many minutes. Lucifer exhaled an almost-painful breath.

Anything, he thought.

He kept his fingers between his lips.

There was something almost helpless about Octavia's answering exhale.

"You really don't need any kind of a leash, do you?" she murmured.

Lucifer would have answered - perhaps something inappropriately smart-arsed - but his mouth was full.

It was just the corners of it that lifted.

Octavia finally drew his hand away again.

But slowly.

And so, Lucifer's fingers slipped out of his mouth, half-inch by half-inch.

"Good," he murmured.

Octavia was transfixed by the sight.

"Yes," she whispered, "you have been."

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