Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Tomorrow, they'd be home in the Bahamas again, most likely. But right now... Octavia and Lucifer were exploring the latter's old mansion. In Octavia's case, with a glass of wine in hand, and a sort of a permanent mix of amusement and curiosity on her face.

"Oh, there's a lot that hasn't been done yet, isn't there?" she said, peering into the living room. "Weird."

[ooc: For that guy with all the gray! No, the other one.]

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[okteiviakom]

While Octavia looked on approvingly.

"Meizen," she said, softly. Because his guys weren't the only ones thinking their partner just got better with age.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled, and folded the soft linen carefully.

He set it down on the nightstand, next to his wine.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia turned her attention on the cuffs. There was a connector linking them together: she undid the clasps on both, then reached for one of his hands.

"You know I don't really need these," she rasped. "But the symbolic value is too good to pass up, sometimes."

[my_own_advocate]

"You won't hear me arguing," Lucifer said. He didn't just let her take his hand, he held up the other one, too.

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia put one cuff around one wrist, then the other. Nice and snug, since they had a comfortable, fuzzy lining.

She didn't join them together.

"For as long as these are on you," she said, looking up at his face again, "you only touch what I tell you to touch."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's response was a curt nod.

Something like restraint crept into his entire posture as she closed that last cuff.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia noticed. She gave another quiet, throaty chuckle.

"Oh, look who's a good boy," she murmured, reaching up to caress his cheek because she could.

[my_own_advocate]

"Always, for you," Lucifer said, smiling, leaning into her touch.

[okteiviakom]

He'd clearly earned this continued touch.

And speaking of... "And do you know what good boys get?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Attention?" Lucifer asked, soft and eager at the same time.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't the word Octavia had been planning to use, but it was clearly much too delicious not to latch on to. In part because even after all these years, she still kind of melted at hearing him sound like that.

"Yes." She dragged a nail down his cheek, leaning up a little, closer. "Lots and lots of attention."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shivered. His eyes shut involuntarily. "Mm."

[okteiviakom]

Her other hand found its way onto his shoulder, as her voice dropped lower.

"Do you like the sound of that?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said.

Or breathed, really.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm," Octavia hummed.

She pressed a kiss against his cheek. Then another, right below it.

[my_own_advocate]

They always said you were supposed to grow used to this. Get bored of it, really. There were thousands of humans Lucifer could remember, who searched for excitement outside of their own spouses because life had gotten too dull at home.

The older they all got, the less he understood it.

Another exhale. His hands relaxed from the brief clench he had only been half-aware of.

[okteiviakom]

Maybe they were very lucky. As if the multiverse was providing something to balance out everything they'd had to get through to get here.

Octavia pressed a kiss to his jaw, then nipped at it with the barest hint of teeth. Her nails teased their way up his shoulder on the other side.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's head tilted to the side, as if pulled that way by some languid, unseen force of nature. His eyes were still closed.

He let himself feel the prick of her nails, the brush of her teeth.

[okteiviakom]

That saved Octavia the trouble of making him do exactly that.

(Or maybe she had?)

Her eyes had closed, too. She knew the way, here, from his jaw down to his neck. A trail of kisses, landing on a bite. Not too sharp, but not too gentle. Deliberate.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah."

And she was rewarded with that loud exhale, the momentary jump in his skin.

His fingers itched to touch her side. He ignored them.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia exhaled a sigh against his neck, like she was pleased. (Because she was.) "Always gets you," she murmured, sounding like she was smiling.

(Because she was.)

She nuzzled at the spot for a second before going for another, harsher bite.

[my_own_advocate]

"You always know just the spot--" Lucifer started.

And then there were teeth, and his knees briefly felt weak, and he whimpered.

[okteiviakom]

"Beautiful," Octavia whispered, and meant every syllable from the bottom of her heart. "Also, undo your trousers."

While she kept reminding his neck of everything this mouth could do.

[my_own_advocate]

He slid his hands down, unbuttoning his trousers. Unzipping.

And then Lucifer let his hands fall away. Waiting for her next command. Letting another sigh pass by his lips.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let him wait a while, as she was bestowing a few errant kisses a little further down his shoulder.

Then she finally murmured, idly, "Now be a good boy and make yourself nice and hard for me."