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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

"Much less of a hassle than spitting," Octavia joked, still in that low rasp even as her eyes were briefly drawn down to his hips. "And anyway, I work hard for that. To get to feel you twitch and quiver."

[my_own_advocate]

"Bringing me to my knees while you're on yours," Lucifer said. His eyes had slipped shut again, to protect himself in some fashion from going-- too fast.

Too hard.

He let out a soft moan.

[okteiviakom]

"It's a skill," Octavia rasped, as her gaze travelled back --

"Did I say you could close your eyes?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's breath shuddered. "No," he said.

Forced them back open.

[okteiviakom]

"No, I did not," Octavia agreed, in a low rasp. "And if you thought that was gonna make this easier, well, that was a pretty dumb thing to think."

Because she had a notch or two left on the dials for the toy - and now she just maxed them all out.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh no.

The setting she'd just had-- well, that had been perfect, in its way. This? This was exactly too much, setting all his nerves alight with something that felt like close kin to pain.

Lucifer whimpered.

[okteiviakom]

That was about what Octavia was expecting, really. She'd fiddled with the toy enough back when she'd been setting up the app to know everything maxed out seemed like a lot.

And yet she just watched him. He would have to use his words to get her to change a damn thing.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was not under the impression that asking her to do anything would do any good. His hand shot forward, grabbing the edge of the mirror for support.

Eyes still open, though his expression by now looked paint, and he was panting in ragged bursts.

[okteiviakom]

Suppose Octavia could always give him a little nudge.

"Talk to me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Hurts a bit, darling," Lucifer managed. "It's-- a lot..."

[okteiviakom]

"Too much?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed.

He didn't want to say 'yes' and admit defeat, but...

[okteiviakom]

"Be honest," Octavia said sternly.

He never lied, yes, but he could leave things unsaid to the same effect.

[my_own_advocate]

Among several other ways of getting around it, yes.

But now he exhaled a sigh. "Yes."