okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

"True," Lucifer started.

And then she was pushing into him, and he let out a loud gasp and let himself relax.

"Oh," Octavia purred as she slowly bottomed out, "you really got yourself good and ready for me, didn't you?"

"I am," Lucifer panted, "a good boy, after all..."

Oh every inch felt heavy and big and delicious.

Octavia had missed the particular way this toy pressed up into her, too. Her hands settled onto his hips as she took a breath and enjoyed it for just a small moment adjust.

"My good boy," she agreed. "Eager to get the attention he deserves."

"Very," Lucifer breathed, enjoying the sensation of goosebumps along his skin.

Taking advantage of the moment to let himself fully relax into it.

Octavia's thumb rubbed at his hip as she looked at him, the broad plane of his back, every part of him just under her command.

"How could this possibly not get to me?" she murmured.

And pulled back for her first proper thrust.

Lucifer gasped, an almost choked-off noise, and dropped his head forward as he felt her move. "Oh good," he mumbled.

Octavia gave a little 'unf' of her own, too, biting her lip, as she drove the toy back into him.

Gripping his hips tight.

"Planning to fuck me into the mattress?" Lucifer asked.

He glanced over his shoulder. Couldn't help himself. He didn't understand why past him hadn't gotten some more mirrors in here, frankly.

It was a serious flaw Octavia was also lamenting.

Not that you could tell from her wobbly smirk. "Maybe," she rasped. And, on what ought to have been the next thrust, went to pull him back onto her cock. "Bet you'd -- like that."

That was always an excellent power play. The way she'd tug him back, like his body was hers to command. (It was.) Lucifer groaned perhaps more loudly than a simple thrust deserved.

"Yes," he said, feeling his body cling to her on the way out. "Mm, yes."

"We'll see," Octavia breathed.

She had a definite fondness for making him rock back into her. And she was putting that fully on show right now. And just as a treat, she still rocked forward to meet him, here and there.

"Oh, feels good --"

"Is it as good for you as it is for me?" Lucifer joked, breathless, a hint of a moan still in his voice.

On the next thrust, he pushed back to meet her in turn.

"Always," Octavia replied on a groan that had everything to do with his decision to be proactive. "Now, definitely."

Lucifer hummed in acknowledgement, shutting his eyes. He knew better than to reach down and try to touch himself, as much as he wanted to.

So he focused on the feeling of her cock sliding in and out of him, rough, and getting warmer with every thrust. "Good," he managed. "Good."

The cuffs were still on, and he was smart to obey that.

Octavia kept going. Lost herself in the rhythm of it a little, feeling the toy pushing and pulling inside her with every thrust. She did not close her eyes, though, and wouldn't have for anything.

"You're so beautiful," she panted. "When you're -- being good for me. Always have been."

"Anything," Lucifer breathed. "Any time."

He turned his head, pressed his cheek against his shoulder. Got a glimpse of her face. "You're glorious."

Octavia's hips snapped against his ass a little rougher, drawing a grunt from her.

"And you're mine."

"Yes," Lucifer groaned, dropping his head back between his arms. "All yours, all yours..."

He heard his skin slap against hers when he pushed back, this time.

"And you're never... allowed... to forget that."

No reason not to punctuate the statement with those rougher thrusts when she had the option. Especially not when it was clearly building something up inside her.

Oh one of those hit him just right, sending a hot wave of pleasure straight through him. Lucifer let out a loud, indecent moan--

--it took him a moment to realize his cheek was now pressed to the blankets.

The next thrust drew another spark, a whimper, a gasp.

Octavia noticed immediately because mmh, him bent over like this was one of her favorite things. Even better, somehow, when she didn't even need to push for it.

And clearly just one reason more to keep going exactly as she had been. "That's good," she panted, fingers really digging into his hips, now. "Keep your pretty ass in the air."

"Yes," Lucifer said, eyes closed. "As-- as you wish."

He wasn't sure he could move back up if he tried. The angle had shifted, and it was delicious, his cock heavy and aching between his legs, twitching with every other thrust. It felt like her bloody toy was digging all the way inside of him.

It was one of those things where Octavia couldn't tell if it was all in her head, but it felt like a connection. Just, a raw connection between her body and his, as if there wasn't silicone helping things out at all.

She wanted it to last, knew it wouldn't.

"Oh." It was a guttural, wild sound. "This is... 's definitely gonna make me come."

And she was clearly chasing it, putting her everything into screwing him.

"Ngggh," Lucifer groaned in agreement or recognition or something else. His fingers wrapped themselves tight in the blankets, stopping themselves from touching him.

He felt a whine work its way through him, embarrassing in almost any other context, and let it go.

"More."

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