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]

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.)

[okteiviakom]

After a few deeper slides of her lips along his cock, Octavia pulled away for just the length of one word.

"Three?"

Her voice sounded low and rough and distracted. But it was an important question. She needed to know where he was at.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer dropped his head to the side. "Yes," he sighed.

Worked those three fingers back into himself again.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him another approving hum.

She'd work him over just a little longer. So that he would remember this in a moment when she took it away again.

[my_own_advocate]

It was hard not to develop a vivid image of what she was doing as it was.

You could tell by the loud moan that escaped him, just a moment later. The slight twitch in the muscle of his thigh.

[okteiviakom]

And that was Octavia's cue. Her mouth pulled away from him with one last suck. Then she pressed an idle kiss over his hip bone, before licking her lips and looking up.

And reaching up for his hand.

"Help me up."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft huff. (Her licking her lips right now was-- obscene.)

But he took her hand, and pulled her up. Without a word.

[okteiviakom]

Once upright, Octavia reclaimed her hand and used it to gesture down.

"Pants rest of the way off, darling."

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer said. Never had a pair of pants been dropped or pushed aside quite as quickly as this one. So.

"There you are."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a low chuckle, and a little nod.

"Now watch."

As her clothes came off, piece by piece, exposing tattooed skin. The abstract blackwork and flowers adorned with filigree going down her arms, the menagerie of animals - otters, snakes, a shark, butterflies, the list went on - down her legs...

[my_own_advocate]

She had always been a work of art. Lucifer had still enjoyed her perfecting it in her ways over the years, even if some tattoos held memories of worse places.

He watched avidly, his gaze sliding down to each new exposed piece of skin as if it was something-- incredible. Precious.

"Beautiful."