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]

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."

[okteiviakom]

When their eyes met, Octavia's skin felt electric.

She held for just a second - probably felt like longer, it did to her - and then finally said, her voice all hoarse, "Do it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer groaned, his hand sliding down the mirror.

He let it all go. All the restraint, all the chilling thoughts. Thought about her, the way she looked at him just now, the fascination on her face.

Her body, responding to his fingers, forever ago, and--

His hips spasmed, and the muscles in his abdomen pulled tight. His eyes shut, and he let out a filthy moan as he spilled himself into the cylinder (thinking about her saying milk you dry in that voice--).

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft gasp, like she was feeling some of that.

He was -- she had no words for it. All she could do was drink the sight of him in.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer whispered.

And then, "oh," as he realized the bloody thing was still moving around him, trying to push him for more.

[okteiviakom]

And then Octavia was right beside him. (When had she made the decision to stand up? Probably at the same time as she'd been doing it.) The vibrations got weaker before she tossed her phone back on the chair.

Then she reached for the cylinder, and the power button at the end.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked aside, feeling an-- incomplete sense of relief as the stimulation diminished.

And then she was there.

"Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

As the power clicked off and the rest of the rumbles went away, Octavia's free hand slid onto the small of his back.

(His skin was warm against hers.)

"Should probably ease this off, yourself."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gave a shallow nod. He reached down, prying the damned thing delicately from his softening length.

Before it had a chance to start hurting. "There," he said, as it came off.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took it from him, and set it aside to wait for cleaning.

Her newly free hand slid onto his stomach.

She pressed a little kiss to his upper arm.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hello," Lucifer said quietly. And... tentatively slid an arm around her waist.

[okteiviakom]

The hand against his belly slid up, up, up, until it could slide onto his cheek.

She urged him gently to turn to face her.

"Hello."

[my_own_advocate]

And so he did. Turn. He wasn't quite in the headspace to hesitate. "Enjoy yourself?" Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hmm," Octavia hummed, in a much, much softer and gentler echo of all the similar noises she'd made in the past while. Her hand cupped his cheek a little more firmly. "You were amazing," she told him. "You did so well."

[my_own_advocate]

"I did very little of the work," Lucifer murmured, though he was smiling, leaning into her touch.

[okteiviakom]

"You did so much of the work, niron," Octavia replied softly, her fingertips stroking at his temple. "Ai meizen skaifaya."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft little sigh. "Do you need anything?" he asked softly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave an equally soft snort.

"I think that's my line."