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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[my_own_advocate]

"How dare you," Lucifer laughed, and laid one smacker of a kiss on her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, I dare," Octavia snickered into it. "I dare plenty."

[my_own_advocate]

"You do have me by the cock," Lucifer laughed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been keeping up a rhythm - as frayed and disjointed as it had gotten over this past little laughing fit - but that comment called for her pressing her hips flush against him.

And doing her best to give him a little squeeze.

"Oh, I do."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh fuck," Lucifer moaned, eyes squeezing shut, fingers digging into her hip. "Oh, cheating--"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nuzzled at his cheek, as she -- well, squirmed on his lap a little, movements to shallow to really be called thrusts.

"What's the matter?" she breathed. "Didn't you want me to play dirty?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I didn't say I disapproved," Lucifer sighed, and her little squirms sent liquid warmth burning through his abdomen. His hands were solid on her hips; his own gave a teasing little thrust. "Mm, I love you dirty."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a gasp, surprised but pleased when that thrust sent pleasure creeping right up her spine.

"You'll be seeing a lot of it."

Promises, promises.

[my_own_advocate]

"Prove it," Lucifer said, smirking, his gaze darting to her lips.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia licked her bottom lip, like a reflex to him looking. Then bit it, playfully, for a second.

"I wonder how I should do that..."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm hardly going to tell you," Lucifer said. His eyes were half-lidded. "That would be cheating."

[okteiviakom]

"You just told me you liked when I cheated," Octavia retorted, pressing her forehead to his.

Another squirm.

Another squeeze. Just to refresh his memory.

[my_own_advocate]

"Doesn't mean I have to help you do it," Lucifer gasped, eyes shut. "Ohh..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia responded with a hum that turned into more of a sigh. "Oh, you feel good," she murmured, briefly distracted.

It was followed by something vulgar in Trig. A compliment on his... dimensions.

[my_own_advocate]

He did have great... dimensions.

Benefits of being the Devil.

"Could have better if you move again," he murmured, his hips giving another little thrust. As much as they could, under the circumstances.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmh, but why does it feel like I should give you a chance to shine, hmm?"

He had a very limited range of movement, yes, but it was fun to tease him anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you feel laziness setting in?" Lucifer teased back.

[okteiviakom]

"How dare you."

It was his own fault that when Octavia ducked down to kiss him again, she also bit his lip. Sharp.

('Fault', yes.)

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, hello.

The sharpness was a wonderful contrast to the warmth, the slow friction elsewhere. And that's why Lucifer let out a loud, undignified whimper, his fingers clenching against her.

[okteiviakom]

"Not so lazy now, hmm," Octavia hummed, as she went to bite him again.

She had no intention of drawing blood, but every intention to hurt. The whimper had been inspiring.

[my_own_advocate]

They didn't need this to be like... other nights, right now. And yet at the same time, just a little sprinkle of that-- it was enticing, making Lucifer shudder, his hips rolling up against her without his explicit conscious participation. He needed a release valve, a friction to turn that pain into pleasure, and it worked beautifully.

[okteiviakom]

And both ways, too. Octavia gave a deeply appreciative groan - and rocked her hips a little more deliberately to meet his.

"I don't think both your hands need to be on my hips," she muttered, as idle as something that breathless and heated could be.

(Yes, she had something specific in mind.)

[my_own_advocate]

"No?" Lucifer breathed, one hand sliding onto her waist.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia sighed against his lips. "I think you should... play with me a little."

Her hand slid down to find his on her waist, and took it to guide it - not forward but back, along the curve of her ass.

[my_own_advocate]

That "Oh," was full of more surprised delight than anything else. "Well. If you wish it."

His fingers slipped into the crease of her arse with just a little shift.