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]

Lucifer bit down on his bottom lip, forcing back another moan, or something more pitiful. "What's the difference?"

[okteiviakom]

"How good it would be if I was all over you."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed a shallow huff. "Darling," he said, "Even with your hands all over me, you know exactly how to deprive me."

Another crest in the cycle. This time, the groan wrenched its way out.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, but I'm less likely to do it then," Octavia replied.

Sounding a little distracted, funnily enough.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know," Lucifer said, voice growing ever unsteady. "You've managed quite well while cock-deep in me before..."

Oh. Oh, well, that mental image was a mistake. He moaned, ragged and distracted.

[okteiviakom]

Ooh, self-sabotage! He really was losing his grip here, wasn't he.

Octavia smirked, sharp. "True," she said. "It's funny how much that makes you want to touch yourself." A beat. "Even more funny not to let you." For a questionable definition of 'funny'. "But oh, when you finally do get to jerk it, or have me do it for you..."

[my_own_advocate]

"You have no idea how bloody hot you are when you just go for it," Lucifer moaned. "--Or actually, you do, and that just makes you-- nggh."

That next crest pushed him up so high, his hand grabbed hold of the mirror again.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't even realize she was leaning even further forward. He was magic, who could blame her?

"Makes me what?" she taunted.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hotter," Lucifer breathed. His breathing really was out of control, now. Wouldn't be long, unless he did--

Something.

Anything.

"You make me come so hard..."

[okteiviakom]

"Sometimes the trick's making you wait," Octavia cooed. "Until you can't stand it anymore."

A pause.

"Until you beg."

Hint.

[my_own_advocate]

"Getting there," Lucifer whispered, almost too soft to be heard.

[okteiviakom]

But he had all of Octavia's attention. She didn't miss it.

She nodded.

"Maybe next time we'll do that in front of this mirror," she rasped. "I'll remind you what it looks like when you get fucked. When you're on your hands and knees, just taking it, for as long as I decide."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer sighed, his chin falling to his chest.

[okteiviakom]

"I'll just wring every last bit of pleasure out of you for myself," Octavia promised, watching him. Intently. Even though her eyes were on his face, she was keenly aware of every breath, every tension. "And then I'll consider allowing you to get yours."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hips made little useless circles. He couldn't stop them.

"I want," he tried, and then he groaned again, his eyes searching out her face, her chest, her...

Yes.

[okteiviakom]

Nothing he was doing right now was useless. Not when it was all something Octavia could commit to memory and cherish for a long while to come.

(Ha ha.)

"Yes?"

That was obnoxiously light.

[my_own_advocate]

"I want to come," Lucifer whispered, voice hoarse. "May I?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smiled.

And said, "No."

(It wasn't as easy to say it as it looked. Not when he sounded like that.)

"You can do better than that."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned as another cycle rolled over him. He wanted to tip over, press his forehead to the cold mirror, just to give himself an anchor.

He didn't.

"Please."

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia said again, sweetly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer whimpered, and his head tipped back a bit again, hips moving. Waves of sweet, dangerous pleasure rolled over him, pushing him ever higher.

Had to. Say things. Yes.

[okteiviakom]

Yes. Yes he should, because Octavia wasn't budging.

Octavia was, however, wishing she'd thought to catch any of this on video, but fumbling around with her phone was the last thing she wanted to do when she could just be looking at him, instead.

All shallow breath and wide eyes.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, yes, yes," Lucifer chanted, and suddenly-- he was there, perched right at the edge.

His hand shot out to touch the mirror.

"Octavia, please, I want to come so badly, let me--"

[okteiviakom]

"Beg," Octavia breathed.

Because she could.

Because she wanted to.

[my_own_advocate]

"Please, please, please..."

A different chant, then.

Lucifer forced himself to look, to stare in the mirror, to watch himself pant and mumble the words. To drag his gaze away from himself and to her eyes, watching him through the mirror.

"Please let me come," he gasped. "Please."