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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[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."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded. "Good Devil."

She turned the intensity of the pattern back down to the previous setting, first. Then the sonic motor, and finally the regular one.

(She could have done it all at once, but...)

[my_own_advocate]

And so Lucifer's hand stayed on the mirror, and his breathing stayed in ragged staccato puffs. Only when the last of the intensity fell back down did he manage a sigh, did his fingers grow less tight.

Part of him wanted to take it off entirely and take a moment to recover. The rest of him stayed stubborn.

"Thank you."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't want to break you." A beat. "That much."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you, again," Lucifer said, sounding a bit strained, still.

But he peeled his hand away from the mirror.

[okteiviakom]

Aw, but he'd made quite the picture, leaning on it.

"That's about as far as I'm willing to make this any easier on you, though," Octavia drawled, shifting in her seat a little, slouching a little more. "Especially without asking."

[my_own_advocate]

"Didn't think I had a right to ask," Lucifer admitted. Staring at himself in the mirror, to try and keep these sensations down to a-- manageable level.

[okteiviakom]

"A right to ask and a right to get are two different things," Octavia pointed out. "I decide."

[my_own_advocate]

"You decide," Lucifer sighed. He let out a hiss as the sensations ratcheted up again, adding to the fire in him.

[okteiviakom]

"How are you feeling, anyway?" Octavia rasped. "Where are you at?"