okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

A soft gasp. More surprise than anything else, though Lucifer wasn't sure why he felt it. "Enjoying your toy?" he asked. The rumble around his cock touched something a little sweeter now, though not too much, and a small flush invaded his features.

"I always enjoy you."

Ha ha.

"Good," Lucifer said, his eyes flicking up to look at her reflection again. "That's what I strive for."

"I know," Octavia replied, sincere even with her rasp. "That's what makes you such a wonderful toy. Because you give into it."

She bumped up the intensity on the other motor as well. Just for kicks.

Oh, that he was starting to really feel. Lucifer's next breath shook, and that flush spread across his skin. He bit down on his bottom lip.

"I want to," he said. (Definitely-- sucking, pulling on the head of his cock.) "I always want to..."

"I know," Octavia said again, almost cooing the words. Her gaze dipped to his upper back, his chest in the mirror. "You're such a good Devil."

He felt a little awkward here, standing upright, with just that toy around him and her-- fully clothed behind him, sprawled.

It felt like part of the point.

"Thank you," Lucifer sighed. It didn't sound anywhere near as joking or tongue-in-cheek as it may have just a few minutes ago.

By now, he may have noticed Octavia thrived on making him uncomfortable. Yes, the awkward was very much part of the point.

She let her gaze roam around his body for a moment. He really was very beautiful. And a part of her was already looking forward to wrapping him up in her arms once all this was done, but --

"Let's see if we can't get you to make some noise, hmm?"

She left the intensity of the motors as they were, but tapped to switch the pattern. Something with a little more contrast, highs and lows.

It was an odd thing, this toy. It was kind of delightful-- as the first high hit Lucifer, he felt the sensation of being touched everywhere all at once. The sensation crawled up into his balls, setting off more tender nerves.

He let out a gasp, and then it crested away from him again, leaving his hips to give one, futile stutter.

It wasn't like he could move easily out of its grasp.

Not while Octavia was watching, at least, no.

And he had her undivided attention. "Better," she decided. "But not quite the noise I'm looking for."

The clear solution was to up the intensity of one -- no, both motors. Not too much, not just yet, but enough that he would absolutely feel the difference on the next high.

Oh yes. The device seemed to hum, to almost clench all around him for a moment. Lucifer's eyes slid shut, feeling the heat that pooled low in his chest.

This one drew a moan.

And then it was gone again, depriving him.

It would return soon enough. Octavia left it on this particular pattern for the moment, giving an approving little hum, watching him as she took another sip.

"Feeling good?"

"Yes." No point in denying it. "It's quite-- thorough."

"Good," Octavia replied. "'Cause you look gorgeous like this."

"Mm." Lucifer let his head drop to the side as another wave of intensity came over him, and a small, low noise spilled out from between his lips.

"Yeah, just like that," Octavia drawled, her own head tilting a little as she took all of him in. Finding the places where he held his tension. "Beautiful."

A breath.

"Mine."

"Always," Lucifer said, voice low. Eyes still closed as each crescendo pulled him up with it, subtly tensing the muscles of his face, his abdomen.

Then departed, moments later, drawing a small sigh there, a soft noise here.

Octavia let it go on for a while, just like that. Just watching him, imagining what he was feeling, imagining -- a few other things, really, too. Possible future ways for them to play with this toy.

But they were in the here and now, and so, after a few moments, Octavia fiddled with the settings again. First, speeding up the pattern, making the ebb and flow of it a little quicker, giving him less time to recover.

Then, turning up the intensity. For both motors.

The first wave came as a surprise, lost as he'd already gotten in the rhythm she'd set. Lucifer's hips made another fruitless motion, not able to move either out or in. "Oh," he gasped, eyes flicking open.

And then the rumble came stronger.

That noise was quite a bit louder.

"Mm-hmm," Octavia hummed, more casually than she actually felt. (She was only human, after all, and her breathing was slowly going a little more shallow.) "That was just to get you used to it. This is where the real fun starts."

"You've really-- planned this out," Lucifer said, his voice more ragged than he'd like.

"Not really," Octavia replied. "I just know how to play you."

"Now there's a nice thought," Lucifer sighed.

His head tipped forward a bit. Another wave of pleasure rolled over him, and he groaned.

"Can't play the piano, but I can make you sound like that."

There was a deep approval to the low hum of her voice.

"And I'm not even touching you."

"You don't need to," Lucifer sighed. "I can feel your eyes on me."

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