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]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand slid away from his wrist again, safe in the knowledge that he needed no further guidance. "Dirty, remember?"

And safe to be that, in the embrace of the water. Exposed and concealed all at the same time.

[my_own_advocate]

"In so many ways," Lucifer agreed, voice low, fingertips pressing against her entrance.

Knowing he was already occupying the other a bare inch or so below.

[okteiviakom]

"You love it," Octavia sighed, pressing a kiss or two against his lips as she relaxed in his arms.

For the moment. It would not last very long at all.

[my_own_advocate]

"How filthy your heart can be?" Lucifer murmured, and let the tips of two digits... slip inside. "'Love' is too small a word."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shuddered, her eyes slipping closed again. The stretch was good when it combined with every other sensation she was already feeling.

"'Adore', then."

[my_own_advocate]

"Adore," Lucifer sighed. Couldn't move too much, not now. "Prize..." He slid them in just a little further, thinking of Duke, suddenly, feeling the pressure against himself and-- Mm.

It was a nice image.

"Treasure, admire, revere..."

[okteiviakom]

"A lot of it is you," Octavia exhaled, shifting her hips ever so slightly, like pressing back into his touch. "Inspiring me."

Or granting her permission to want things.

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't sell yourself short," Lucifer said, his gaze on her lips, a soft gasp in the back of his throat. "Not everyone has such capacity for filth."

He spread his fingers wide.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise that was very close to a whimper. She shuddered again, and -- clenched. Just briefly.

"Saying I have... talent?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed.

He pressed his fingers down, then, so he could feel them.

"You and Duke both," he murmured, because it was still on his mind, as his fingers began to move, slowly, in and out of her. "But in your own ways."

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia sighed.

She was beginning to move her hips again. Slow and subtle, for a start.

[my_own_advocate]

"We should buy more toys..." Lucifer said, his words a sigh. His fingers, matching her slow rhythm.

[okteiviakom]

"Which ones?"

All of them, she knew. She felt. That wasn't why she was asking.

"Tell me something -- filthy you want to do to me."

[my_own_advocate]

"I want to fill you up," Lucifer murmured, and claimed her mouth with his own, "With him." A bite.

A twist of his fingers.

"I want to feel him while I fuck you and slide my fingers in your pretty mouth," he murmured. "And feel you suck."

He had more. Many more. But first was the image he'd had just a moment ago.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh."

That sounded a little bit like longing, right then.

"Just -- all yours?"

And that was very plural. She made another one of those whimpery noises, in the back of her throat, helpless. Her hips sunk against his lap, his fingers, with just a little more intent.