Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Another Sunday, another date night at the mansion, another meal almost finished. The dessert was more chocolate than it was fruit, but the latter was still very much a part of it. The combination seemed to be just the right thing for Octavia, because...

"Is it too much if I lick the bowl?"

The answer was not going to affect her much.

[ooc: For that guy and also glorious SP.]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia inhaled a ragged breath, exhaled a sigh.

"Oh, that's my Lucifer," she murmured, letting her head tip a little to the side.

[my_own_advocate]

"And my Octavia," Lucifer murmured, before he bit at the tender skin of her neck, and his hand slid up between her thighs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a happy little gasp at the bite.

The little shimmy that left her thighs a little further apart? Accidental, of course.

[my_own_advocate]

Of course.

"Perfect," Lucifer murmured, his fingers now splayed across the most sensitive parts of her inner thighs. "Can I touch you further, darling..."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia sighed. "I'm giving you permission to make this even more sexy."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "As you wish," he said, and slipped his hand between her legs, pressing against her sensitive nerves.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a low noise of approval. The sensitive nerves in question weren't as sensitive as they could be, but the pressure was... appreciated. Did something.

She pressed a little kiss on his cheek.

[my_own_advocate]

It was a start. Lucifer kissed her cheek in turn, and murmured, "How sexy would you like this to be?" and kissed her mouth, and...

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been about to ask "how sexy can you make it?" but then he'd kissed her, and, well. Guess she could try and communicate that sentiment through kissing him back, instead.

It was not less intense than it had been before.

[my_own_advocate]

No. No, certainly not. He groaned, found himself distracted again, lost in it, kissing her with bold intent. Perhaps he should move her, or ask her to move, or just-- just move his other hand, up her chest, to rest against her breast.

The other cupped her-- elsewhere, possessive or a promise or both.

[okteiviakom]

Either was good. Both was very good, and an appreciative noise escaped Octavia against his mouth.

Her own hand slid further down his chest, as if by accident.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mine," Lucifer whispered against her lips, his fingertips pinching her nipple, palm tensing against her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand stuttered faintly on its downward trek as she exhaled a groan.

"Yours," she agreed, breathless, low.

[my_own_advocate]

"And I'll take you," Lucifer whispered, trailing kisses back down her neck.

[okteiviakom]

"Please," Octavia replied, low and raspy and... compelled. "Please, do."

Under the water, her hand found his length.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned softly. His hand slid up a bare sliver of an inch, just so his fingertips could slip between her lips. Teasing, perhaps.

[okteiviakom]

Felt like it. Octavia made another noise, trying to bury her face against his neck as her fingers wrapped around him for a stroke.

Her heart was already thudding in her chest.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed, pressing his own face into her hair so she could get closer, fit right into him. (They'd have to move. Soon enough.) "Make sure I'm hard enough for you," he whispered, his fingers curling inward, one-- pressing into her.

[okteiviakom]

They would have to move, yes, but not right this second, and Octavia was clearly taking advantage of that by curling against him as much as she could.

She nodded against his neck with a sigh as that one finger found her not just slick from the water all around them. And her grip around him got a little firmer, in turn.

[my_own_advocate]

"When we are ready, I want you to ride me," Lucifer whispered-- hoping it wouldn't be too much, that he was reading the moment right. "Because you belong here. With me."

She had let him in, and so he slipped in a second finger, moving ever-so-gently.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a small gasp, and a helpless, needy little noise.

It was not too much.

She nodded against his neck again. "I do," she whispered. "I do."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed the top of her head. "Touch me more firmly, darling," he whispered.

His own fingers took the initiative to do the same.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't need to be told twice. The next few strokes were more assertive, had a little more of an intent behind them.

"Can't wait to have you inside of me," she breathed.

She could definitely wait until she was ready. She just wanted him to know she really was in this with him. That she... felt it.

[my_own_advocate]

She was with him, wasn't she? Really with him.

Some of the terror slid out of the back of Lucifer's mind. With it came more confidence, to work his fingers in and out of her, make her feel just a touch of what he wanted to give her.

"Can't wait to feel you around me," he whispered. "Mm..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia squirmed on his lap a little. Just a little, as her hand worked over the head of his cock, a little distracted but still determined to find the spots she knew were the most sensitive.

"Skin," she whispered, haltingly, "to skin."

That hadn't even had the chance to try and get old, yet.