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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer gasped. "All ours."

A biting kiss. "To have. To come in. To hold."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes." Definite longing. "I would give you two... anything."

[my_own_advocate]

"I dream, sometimes," Lucifer whispered, "Of just a perfect day or a perfect week, all of us inside in comfort, naked, just giving and taking..."

He slipped a third digit into her, his chin raised.

"You'd be so gorgeous, darling. Fucked-out and sticky and ours..."

[okteiviakom]

The added stretch felt obscene, and therefore all the more beautiful. Octavia's moan said so, too - and perhaps startlingly loud.

"Fuck, I want that," she breathed like a confession. "Just want to be there with you. For you."

She could picture it now --

[my_own_advocate]

"Being passed around between us?" Lucifer murmured. "So full. So tight around both of us..."

His hips shifted against her, the pressure building, but he was so caught in the moment he couldn't-- wouldn't move to speed it up.

"Covered in cum with that devilish look in your eyes. Mine."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hips were moving, but she was also drawing this out, and not even realizing she was doing it. There was just always something that seemed precious to her about every time he talked to her like this. Made it clear that there was no reason for her to feel ashamed of anything she might want.

"Yes," she sighed, like a promise. "Just taking it all until you have nothing left. 'Til my -- my lips are sore, my skin is red, and I... I'm just a cum-soaked mess."