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]

Pain spidered up from ten little spots along his hips. Lucifer gasped at the feeling, his body giving a sympathetic shudder as he felt her--

No. It was just the toy, moving a bit with her.

(Felt like her.)

[okteiviakom]

Perception could get a little... blurred like that, here.

Octavia's eyes had slid closed, but she managed to pry them open again as she tried to catch her breath. She wouldn't be here, looking down at his bent-over form for much longer, so she wasn't wasting a second of seeing it.

Her inhales were quiet gasps.

[my_own_advocate]

And just like that, she had stopped moving.

Lucifer let out a quiet gasp of his own, but he didn't relax. Didn't pitch forward, either.

He just... waited. Breathed.

[okteiviakom]

Like a good boy should.

Octavia was slowly relaxing. Her fingers uncurled from gripping his hips, and one hand slid over the small of his back, rubbing his skin. It was gestured that seemed to pretend to soothe when really, it was just reminding him to stay as he was.

"And what am I going to do with you now?" she wondered, sounding a little hoarse. And like the question was probably rhetorical.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed.

"Whatever you want," he murmured.

He didn't go into that headspace, the way she sometimes could. But sometimes he hovered on the edge of it.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm," Octavia hummed. Like she was considering things. "You have been very good..."

[my_own_advocate]

Another shiver shot through his skin. Lucifer wouldn't be able to tell you where the goosebumps on his back came from, but there they were, sticking out between the freckles. "Mmhm."

[okteiviakom]

"But I also have been doing all the work so far..." Octavia mused. "Hmm."

She already knew what she was going to do. She just enjoyed making him wait. And the slow, faint movement of her silicone dick pulling back and sliding back in? Well, that was just for fun.

[my_own_advocate]

It was a disorienting reminder that she-- the silicone-- both were still in him. Lucifer managed a soft, almost confused little moan.

Still waiting.

Maybe-- pushing his hips into that motion, just a bit.

[okteiviakom]

It was hard to miss, from Octavia's angle. Her lips curved.

"Aww, I know, darling," she murmured, far too sweet. "Does it ache? Has it kept you rock hard, getting used?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer sighed, lifting his head from the mattress at last. "Yes, it has."

The evidence was right between his legs, full and heavy.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave another thoughtful hum. "I guess I could have use for that."

She let her hips sway into a few more of those slow and idle, shallow thrusts.

And then finally, just as slowly, pulled the toy out of him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer exhaled as she pulled away, leaving an-- emptiness behind. He sounded disappointed.

"As you wish," was all he said.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, Octavia heard it. She just sounded smirky, in return.

"Are you going to pout?" she wondered, as she... eased the toy out of herself, too, with a sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

"Only a little," Lucifer sighed in turn. "Mm. That was nice."

[okteiviakom]

"Was?" Octavia teased, as she tossed the toy aside. "You think we're done?"

She was shifting out from behind him, for reasons.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just your fucking me raw," Lucifer said.

He wanted to touch himself so badly, and now there was a nothingness where she had been.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia flopped onto the bed next to him, stretching out on her side. Impish.

"I guess I could have used the toy a little longer," she mused, "maybe given you a hand, milked you dry..."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shut his eyes again, imagining it. Oh. Well, that sounded lovely. "You could have," he agreed.

He was still on his hands and knees. She hadn't told him to move yet.

[okteiviakom]

"Another time," Octavia rasped, watching him. "Because I'm tired."

She was aware she hadn't told him to move yet, yes. She would have said it was his own fault so looking so damn good like this.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sucked in a remarkably shaky breath.

He was having trouble thinking of much besides how heavy and needy everything between his legs felt.

[okteiviakom]

Beautiful.

And while he was caught up in that, Octavia reached for another pillow. She stuck it under her hips as she rolled onto her front, and rested the side of her head against her arms.

"Well, come on then," she rasped, the picture of relaxed ease, "come fuck me."

Oh, yes.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh. Oh. Lucifer's gaze snapped up, and he looked at her.

Ready. Relaxed. Waiting.

"Thank you," he whispered.

He didn't waste any further time, sliding over her, pressing his cock against her ass as he straddled her hips.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help her little snicker. Sorry, she just loved it when he was eager.

"Gratitude's a good start," she sighed.

[my_own_advocate]

"This is a better one, I feel," Lucifer murmured, hand sliding down to guide his cock to his entrance.

He was in no mood to play around.