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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[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."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer managed, as if he hadn't quite expected that. (As if it went straight to his cock.) "Of course," he said, catching himself.

Sliding his hand into his trousers, wrapping it tight against his length, giving a nice, quick stroke.

[okteiviakom]

"That's good," Octavia murmured, shifting closer just enough that she could feel the movement of his hand bump faintly against her hip. "Work yourself up. Earn my attention."

She could help, too. With another leisurely row of kisses, landing at another prime spot for her teeth.

She didn't bother starting off gently, this time.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes slid open, only so he could look down at what he was doing. That he was doing it correctly. "As you wish," he sighed, moving his hand with short, quick strokes, trying to get his cock to fill up before he did anything-- showy.

[okteiviakom]

Meanwhile, Octavia wasn't bothering to look down at all.

Much too interested in biting him again.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft sigh. It turned into a moan halfway in as he gave a little twist-- and sent real pleasure sparking through his groin.

He felt his cock harden in his hand.

He kept moving.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia exhaled in a slow, approving sigh, against his neck. "Keep going."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. His head fell back a bit, as his strokes slowed. Went longer. Dragged out all over his cock.

He wanted to be hard. Not halfway on his way to an orgasm.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's kisses took her further up his neck again, closer to his ear.

Not that she did anything in particular with that. Just yet, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer felt himself fully harden in his hand, but she hadn't told him to stop yet. So he kept stroking himself.

Slower.

And slower.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia could feel it, in the way his hand bumped against her hip fewer and further between.

"Good?" she whispered.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's all right," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"I wasn't asking how it feels," Octavia rasped, and nipped at his ear.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then yes," Lucifer breathed, fighting the urge to melt into her. "Good."

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia echoed.

... And left it at that. For the moment. They were doing this on her schedule, after all, not his.

Her teeth found a pulse point just under the line of his jaw, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer whispered. "Mmm."

He did like her teeth. He was beginning to crave something else, something-- more.