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]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

As he shouldn't be, because Octavia thought she'd been quite clear with her instructions.

She just hummed a smug, "Mm-hmm."

[my_own_advocate]

And then, with a relieved sigh-- Lucifer pushed into her. He didn't quite have it in him to go slow, or careful.

Not with her skin pressing against his chest every time he leaned forward.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmmmh."

What? Screwing him had been very good indeed, especially the big finish, but that scratched one itch, and him sliding into her, filling her up, scratched another one.

"Oh, I was smart to go for this."

[my_own_advocate]

"You're always smart," Lucifer murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder. He bottomed out inside of her, and took a moment just to enjoy the precious bliss of it.

[okteiviakom]

"Damn right I am," Octavia sighed, her eyes slipping closed again. "And right now I'm reaping the benefits."

All snug and warm and slick around him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a happy sigh, and then-- in a moment of clarity-- snatched the lube from the bed.

He pulled back a few inches, and made sure to squeeze a few drops onto his length. Just to be sure she wouldn't be uncomfortable.

But that was the last of it. He tossed the bottle aside and drove into her, hard and desperate.

[okteiviakom]

There could never be too much lube. Octavia would have commended him for thinking about it, only then that thrust happened.

So she just let out a happy little moan, instead.

[my_own_advocate]

"I won't be long," Lucifer whispered.

The next roll of his hips made clear he was serious: fast, quickly followed by the next, and then yet another again while he left kisses along her skin.

[okteiviakom]

"Of course not," Octavia managed, quiet, smug, a little breathless.

Just enjoying him. From the thickness of him inside her, to the kisses, to the simple sound of his breathing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Fuck," Lucifer breathed, cleverly. His body had been kept on edge for too long: it claimed every inch of her that it could, pressing against her back, pressing into her, pressing kisses against her.

Warmth quickly grew and spread in his abdomen, pulling his muscles tighter. And tighter.

[okteiviakom]

It was all slightly less intense for Octavia. Her body, already satisfied once, had no goal here. The stimulation seemed like its own reward.

Still, she wasn't quite as relaxed as she'd been at the start.

"Good," she breathed. "Show me how -- bad you wanted this."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out an almost desperate huff against her neck.

He thrust in deep, this time. Staccato, one, two, three, pulling back far before he drove right back into her.

Tighter.

[okteiviakom]

'Almost desperate' was always a good sound from him.

Octavia gave a tiny, easy moan, her fingers briefly clenching. "Mmmh. Good."

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia," Lucifer whispered, for no reason besides that he wanted her mouth on his tongue. "Octavia."

Another burst of deep, long thrusts, and-- that was it. They had drawn this out so long, and now there was nothing he could do but give in to the tightness in his abdomen, spilling himself deep within her. Face pressed into her neck.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little shudder underneath him. She'd made him work hard for his release, so of course she felt affected when he finally got there.

Never got old.

She was also immediately overwhelmed by a need to wrap him up in her arms, but that could wait for a while.

"Good," she murmured again. Almost soothingly. "Good. Give me everything."

[my_own_advocate]

"You already have it," Lucifer whispered, even as his length gave one last shudder, one last spurt.