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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

That was the whole point.

And he was going to be very happy with what Octavia had planned for him, but -- not yet. Her hand tilted his head further so she could suck on the same spot. Just a little.

Just to make him wait.

[my_own_advocate]

His next sigh had something distinctly frustrated in it, much as Lucifer tried to repress it.

His hand was still on his cock, but it was barely moving now.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's own exhale held something of a chuckle in it. So, safe to say she'd heard the frustration. (She knew him. And she paid attention.)

"Push your pants further down," she rasped.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand fell away from his length. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down to just above his knees.

He held there.

[okteiviakom]

And while he was doing that, Octavia leaned away from him idly, fishing something out of the drawer.

Then, she leaned the other way, and grabbed a pillow off the bed. Dropped it on the floor between them.

And knelt down onto it.

(It had been a long time since she'd bothered to think any given position automatically meant anything for who was submitting and who held the reins.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes opened all the way, and he saw her. He felt his heartbeat accelerate instantly.

He made a soft noise.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smiled up at him as her hand trailed up his thigh.

"I told you, good boys get attention."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed audibly. "Thank you," he said.

It was the first thing that jumped to mind.