okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

"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.

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.

"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.

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."

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

His own fingers took the initiative to do the same.

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.

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..."

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.

"Yes."

Lucifer's free hand slid over her arm. Gripped it. "Please," he whispered, "Come closer."

Octavia made a faint noise, probably in agreement.

Her hand left him, reluctantly, so she could begin to turn.

His fingers slipped out of her, settling on her hip.

Nudging her to move quickly.

Which Octavia did, though there were limits to how quick she could be between the water and the awkward way she had to move from both legs on one side to one on each.

But she did it.

"Hi," she breathed, as she settled into a straddle over his hips.

"Hi," Lucifer whispered back, just as soft. He cupped her cheek with one hand and kissed her, fell into her.

Octavia did the same, looping one arm around his neck, her other hand cupping his jaw.

She wasn't subtle or coy with her kiss.

Lucifer groaned into her mouth, feeling her brush up against him as she moved in close. He bit at her bottom lip, gripping her hip with his free hand. Muttered a filthy endearment against her lips.

Octavia whispered one back to him.

Her nails scratched faintly at the side of his neck.

"Closer, darling," Lucifer whispered. "I want to feel you around me..."

Another bite.

"How can I focus when you're biting me?" Octavia breathed, though less in genuine complaint and more just... well, even Octavia didn't know.

Her hand reached down for him as she began shifting a little, though.

Lucifer laughed, low in his throat. "I have faith in you."

Octavia pressed her forehead to his, like the gentlest headbutt was the best rebuttal she could come up with.

And maybe it was, considering that was also when her hand was lining him up with her. Her other hand slid to the back of his neck for a good anchoring grip as the tip of his cock pressed at her entrance.

And then, she sank down.

"Oh," Lucifer whispered.

His head dropped back all on its own, his eyes closing.

It had been too long.

It always kind of felt like that, but right now it really had been too long, Octavia's deep sigh agreed.

She settled, for the moment, as he bottomed out. She had to take a second to adjust, to -- just feel.

Lucifer's hands drifted to her waist. His touch was gentle, but he felt-- rooted. Grounded, in her.

"Perfect," he whispered.

His eyes opened again, slowly. He saw the sky, and a few strands of her dark, wet hair.

Octavia only saw him, though through half-lidded eyes.

She gave it another moment, then moved. Not too roughly (yet), but with a certain sense of intent, those filthy endearments from earlier made into flesh and movement. "Oh, that's it," she sighed.

Lucifer groaned softly, his arms wrapping around her. His gaze slid down, until he could see her face, and-- oh.

She was glorious.

"Oh," he whispered again, worshipful. "Mm."

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