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]

And Lucifer's eyes were open again.

"Ah," he managed. "Sorry."

His hands pulled away.

[okteiviakom]

"Just the one rule, Lucifer," Octavia rasped, making no move just yet to return to what she'd been doing. Stern but gentle at the same time. "Do you think you can stick to it?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes."

There was no other answer possible.

[okteiviakom]

And yet.

"Why should I believe you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because I promise it," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm." Her hum sounded a little like she wasn't sure whether she should buy that or not. But: "Well, that's your first warning."

She gave his length a slow stroke.

And then her mouth finally returned.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer gasped.

This time, his hands just clenched.

[okteiviakom]

Good. See, sometimes she could give him pleasure and still deprive him something.

Her hand worked the shaft, while her tongue laved the head with attention. Precision, really. What good was all her experience if she didn't use it?

[my_own_advocate]

She did have rather a lot of practice, these days. The best places to touch him, the best way to swirl her tongue, to stoke this happy burn within his abdomen. Lucifer moaned softly, his hips painfully still.

Much like the rest of him. A statue, locked in pleasure.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was never going to tire of hearing him sound like that. Or reducing him to this: making him stand there and take it while she drew his attention down to any and every little thing she was doing.

Her free hand found its way up to gently play with his balls.

She was still considering her next move. Choosing between two routes to the same destination, really.

[my_own_advocate]

Yet another point of sensation, dividing Lucifer's attention even further.

He thought about how it would feel to touch her hair.

His fingers clenched more tightly. He groaned.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed a little glance to the side to see they were doing just that. Her little hum around him sounded amused. She thought she could guess what he was thinking.

She slid him a little further into her mouth, then drew back, with a wet little sound.

"Do your fingers need something to do?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "Yes," he said. "Yes.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked. One of her hands left him, to reach for something she'd set down by his feet, earlier.

She held it up for him.

It was a tube of lube.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer plucked it out of her hands. He was grateful to have something - anything - to do. "Thank you."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft snort, and patted his hip with her newly free hand. Like encouragement. A very gentle sort of condescension.

And then she went right on back to what she'd been doing. She'd give more instruction if it looked like he needed it, but also his dick wasn't going to suck itself, so...

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer-- wasn't sure he was allowed to touch himself in the ways the lube implied. So he remained standing there, his hand now clenched around the bottle of lube. Rhythmic clenching, really.

[okteiviakom]

His uncertainty was both noted and a turn-on, which may have explained Octavia's willingness to let him fend for himself for a moment, there.

Then her lips pulled off him again, though only barely. "Ask," she breathed, looking up at him, right before licking the very tip of his cock.

[my_own_advocate]

"What should I do with this, niron?"

His voice was oddly heavy.

[okteiviakom]

"Finger yourself," Octavia replied, casual in contrast. Maybe on purpose. "I'll have use for that, later."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft breath. "As you wish," he murmured.

He squeezed some in his hand, and reached back.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia told him, soft and warm, because far be it from him not to acknowledge when he did something right.

Her mouth returned to him, as an extra incentive.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was not going to get ahead of himself and think about what she might have planned next.

(He was going to try very hard not to get ahead of himself and think about what she might have planned next.)

He pressed one finger into himself, then two. Let out a little gasp, as between her mouth and the just-right brush of a fingertip, his knees tried to buckle again.

[okteiviakom]

He probably wasn't going to have to wait very long, anyway. Octavia wasn't planning to stay down here forever, both because her knees weren't quite what they had once been, and because, well. Plans.

But she'd heard him gasp and knew what that meant, and she could definitely spend a few more moments giving him her best. Tongue and lips and all, getting his skin wet, teasing all the good spots.

Giving a little hum like he was treat she was eating up.

[my_own_advocate]

Once again, he was trying - rather hard - not to work himself too obviously. Not in any way that might get him, ah. Overenthused.

Hard as it was when she was making noise like that. "Oh my," Lucifer babbled, dumbly, and pressed a third finger into himself. "That's-- hm."

(The awkward angle helped with the whole 'not getting overenthused' thing.)