Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It was a very 90s alt rock kind of evening at the mansion, this particular Sunday. Which didn't actually mean much except that Octavia had commandeered the living room sound system for a bunch of Jane's Addiction and the like.

And also that dinner was even more of a relaxed affair than it usually was, meaning it was one they could enjoy on the couch. Easy, relatively non-messy finger foods.

"What was this one, again?" Octavia asked, reaching for one of the dessert ones.

[ooc: For that guy.]

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[okteiviakom]

"I know you care about this sort of thing," Octavia whispered as she tossed the shirt... somewhere. Hopefully it didn't land on that poor discarded strawberry.

She was too eager about pushing her chest against his hands to care.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you look beautiful like this," Lucifer said softly. "And because you do it for me."

He squeezed gently, kneading just a touch, not wanting to hurt her there. "Almost makes me wish you had some kind of clothing-related kink I could cater to..."

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe there's one that's just waiting to be unlocked," Octavia murmured. "You know I didn't expect most of this to ever... show up."

[my_own_advocate]

"True," Lucifer said. "Perhaps..."

He leaned forward, and pressed a kiss over each cup.

[okteiviakom]

"'Til then," Octavia whispered, stealing a little nuzzle against his hair, "you can just enjoy what I wear."

The abused skin on her neck was still tingling and feeling warm, in particular as she tilted her head a little.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled.

He tilted his chin, and-- bit down in the spot where her chest began to curve into the shape of her breast.

[okteiviakom]

"Son of a--"

Oh, that was new. And sensitive, hence the hissed exclamation.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, yes," Lucifer said, his voice lazy. He pressed an oddly gentle kiss against the same skin.

[okteiviakom]

The contrast made Octavia shiver, whether she wanted to or not. Or maybe it was his voice?

It was probably both.

[my_own_advocate]

"How does it feel?"

His voice remained-- that.

His mouth slid across her skin, towards the other side.

[okteiviakom]

"Like you should get smacked."

That was just honest. The adrenaline in her system.

"But -- good."

That, too.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed, low in his throat. "Smack me if you wish," he teased.

And mirrored the bite against her unblemished breast.

[okteiviakom]

Instead of any smacking, Octavia found herself gripping his shoulders tightly again.

"Brat," she sighed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, and yet."

She hadn't smacked him. So he did as he had done earlier, pressed his mouth to the bite and sucked.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sucked in air through her teeth, noisily, as the sting seemed to creep well past the little spot of skin that was actually affected. No smacking, though. So far.

She seemed restless on his lap, though.

And even with all the fabric still covering her breasts, well, safe to say she was affected. Visibly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smirked. His hand slid down, until it found the fastenings of her trousers and began to undo them.

He left kisses over the cup of her breast, all the way down.

[okteiviakom]

"Trying to get into my pants already?" Octavia asked, more breathless than she tried to be.

(It was a perfect time for that.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, don't pretend you don't want me to," Lucifer murmured against the faint ridge of a bone.

He slipped his hand inside her panties with practiced ease.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise that was pretending to be affronted, or at least one of disagreement, but...

Sounded a little more like anticipation. Maybe yearning, betraying how her brain immediately flashed forward to everything his hand could do to her.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth slid to the top of the vulnerable plane of her belly.

As he bit down, he pressed the tips of two fingers into her, without pause.

[okteiviakom]

Well that was certainly a way to get those two sensations to feel unavoidably linked together, all twisted around each other.

Octavia's gasp was a little loud.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer murmured, "It was the perfect time to get in your pants."

He didn't have much further he could go in this situation, and so-- he withdrew his hand.

For the time he needed to twist over and pin her to the sofa.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had just enough time for a disappointed noise -- and then she was making a surprised one.

And found herself on her back.

"Oh," she breathed. "That's how it is."

[my_own_advocate]

"You can pay me back later," Lucifer said, smug. "If you can."

He slid his hand back down her trousers, and leaned down to bite right above her belly button.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia squirmed again, but this time it was definitely a helpless reaction, and something she actively tried to hold back a little bit, lest she jostle him too much.

But, come on. The pain seemed to shoot right down to meet his hand. How was she supposed to stay still?