Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

The main course of the evening would be a nice salad, this week. And that meant Octavia was chopping a lot of fresh things into a bowl that was fast filling up.

"Finally a dish that caters to my skills," she rasped, glancing over at Lucifer putting his finishing touches on the dessert.

[ooc: For that gently modded guy, and likely some SP because that is the Sunday mood.]

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[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

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

[okteiviakom]

"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."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"Good."

That was a part of what this was: a connection, over the divide she'd built between them. Octavia wasn't physically holding him in front of the mirror, and yet he stayed there. She wasn't touching him, and yet --

Whoops, had she just turned the overall intensity up, not quite the highest it would go, but getting up there? Oh dear.

[my_own_advocate]

She-- no, it-- wrenched a sudden cry out of him, nerves frizzling with a sudden onslaught of pleasure as the rhythm went up, up, up, overwhelmed him with an intense sweetness that rumbled through all of him.

Or at least, the parts of Lucifer that seemed to matter at the moment.

[okteiviakom]

This kind of thing had a way of making the rest of the body fade into the background, didn't it?

Octavia was watching his face through the mirror, pupils blown.

[my_own_advocate]

And then it faded again to that low buzz, just reminding his skin of how it had felt but a moment ago. Lucifer whispered a curse. Then it fell over him again< and his skin flushed red, another gasp on his lips.

[okteiviakom]

The sound and sight of him were intoxicating. Octavia barely realized she exhaled a little sigh in response to his gasp.

She'd fully abandoned her cider.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hips still hadn't grasped that there was no point in moving. They rocked forward in small, senseless motions. His hand settled over the back of the toy, just to have something to hold on to.

He dropped his head back and let out an unabashed moan.

[okteiviakom]

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

"It should be fuckable," Octavia said, her voice a little hoarse, all of a sudden. "I think."

[my_own_advocate]

"Not very easily," Lucifer sighed. "It's-- fuck, it's tight."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay, so fuckable for someone who's not as... thick," Octavia amended. "Good tight?"

Just practicing that whole checking in thing they'd sort of talked about.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed, eyes open. "Mm. No complaints."

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia said. "Look at me."

She meant through the mirror, as vague as it was.

[my_own_advocate]

It was his first instinct to, anyway. Lucifer's eyes snapped to the mirror, and then sought out her face.

Her beautiful, focused expression.

[okteiviakom]

That it was.

"I'm what you can't have," Octavia rasped. Slow, like she was savoring it. "Remember, downstairs, when you had your fingers on me? And now you don't even get that much. Now you just get this."

(Her undivided attention.)

[my_own_advocate]

He wanted to kiss her. Lucifer's throat moved as he swallowed, and his gaze fell to her lips in the mirror.

He wanted to kiss her so very badly.

"Yes."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia noticed. Of course.

"Not even my mouth," she said, extra slowly. Since she had his attention. "Feel free to imagine it, though."

[my_own_advocate]

"It would feel-- incredible on mine," Lucifer sighed, and another shudder tore through him, leaving him gasping. "Or-- or around me."

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hmm," Octavia hummed, with the tiniest little nod. Still feigning something more relaxed than how she actually felt.

Wetting her bottom lip with her tongue was a happy accident, of course.

"I know how much you like it when I taste you. In any way."

[my_own_advocate]

Something was building now, low within Lucifer's belly. He wasn't sure whether this... mental detour would help or hinder his promise not to give into it until she let him.

He followed the motion of her tongue avidly. "Love it," he said, and felt a faint shade of relief as the device quieted again in its journey to the next high. "So beautiful. So eager. And such mischief."

[okteiviakom]

"Is that what we're calling it when I'm sucking you down like there's a prize waiting for me at the end of it?"

That was one way to put.

Her lips quirked. "Suppose there kinda is."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hissed a curse. His hips jerked again, unbidden, at the sudden mental image. "Do love a woman who enjoys swallowing," he managed. "And oh, you enjoy yourself."