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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[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?

[my_own_advocate]

No one expected her to stay still. Rather the opposite, really. Lucifer smirked against her skin, working his fingers into her with slow, deliberate strokes.

He sucked on her skin, hollowing his cheeks. He wanted the suction to feel on the edge of painful, too.

[okteiviakom]

Certainly felt like something, especially on newly sore skin. Octavia felt like trying to get away from it, but also very much not.

"Ngh," she said, intelligently.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled as he slid his mouth away, further down. "I see," he said, kissing a line towards her hip.

Picked a spot at random and... mm, there again.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made an affronted noise that went a little whiney as his mouth was on her again.

He definitely also felt her react around his fingers, there.

[my_own_advocate]

"So responsive," Lucifer murmured, hooking the fingers of his free hand in her waistband.

He pulled her trousers down.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did more of a helpful squirm this time, bucking her hips up just the little bit that made the pants go down more easily.

And if he'd guessed the underwear would match the bra, he'd been right! A little bit of lace, and very much on the skimpy side, particularly in the back.

[my_own_advocate]

"Making me think of orgy pants again," Lucifer hummed.

His mouth was soft as it made its way to the edge of her underwear.

[okteiviakom]

"You might have to go shopping," Octavia managed, on a breath.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Is a bit rude of me to let you wear all the skimpy underwear."

He pulled her underwear down just... half an inch. He had to stop his fingers, just for a moment, so he could bite her there, not far from her core.

[okteiviakom]

And that was a very pleasant few seconds of white noise in Octavia's mind. She guessed she probably made some kind of a noise, a ragged little thing?

Definitely gave a very pronounced clench around his fingers.

[my_own_advocate]

"You love this," Lucifer murmured.

He nuzzled her thigh, and pressed his fingers into her anew.

[okteiviakom]

"I do."

And was helpless to do anything except revel in it, right now, her eyes slipping shut.

[my_own_advocate]

"Touch the marks," Lucifer whispered.

His teeth came down on her skin.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

Now, that was new. And compelling, in more ways than one.

Octavia inhaled a ragged gasp as her hand moved, slowly, seemingly a little unsteadily, up to her neck. Her fingers found the first few bites he'd left on her skin, now reddened, beginning to really bruise.

Even just brushing the tips of her fingers over them was enough to make her shudder.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid the pantiers down her thighs. Not far. He had no intention of making her wait again.

Not when he could slide his tongue around his fingers, press them down, press his lips against sensitive nerves and suck.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sincerely had no idea how she didn't just unravel right then. But, it was good, good enough to wrench a little cry out of her.

Her other hand stuttered its way to her breasts, to find the sore marks there.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, that cry was gorgeous. Lucifer barely managed to repress a groan, busy as he was-- as he wanted to be, his fingers pumping into her, his mouth hard - heh -at work.

He rubbed himself against the sofa cushion, just for a touch of relief.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did not have even a single thought to spare for his pleasure right now, but thankfully he wasn't asking her to. (Right now.) She barely had any coherent thoughts for herself, either: one hand had settled over her collarbones, fingertips prodding at the marks on side, her thumb pressing into her skin on the other.

(The weight of her hand just slightly on her throat, straddling some line between discomfort and something craved --)

Her other hand kneaded at her breast, fingertips working over more bruised skin. The whole thing seemed to have some kind of vulnerability at its core, an intimacy like she was touching herself in a wholly other kind of way. But he was handling that for her.

And she was panting and whining and beginning grow more and more tense.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer just wanted her to feel-- good. To have what she desired, in whatever capacity he could give it to her.

But she was also sweet against his tongue, her pants and whines a vivid reminder of being in her, against her, moving with her as they both found relief. It was impossible not to let his hips move with that thought.

His free hand slid up and grabbed hold of one of her hips, to steady himself. He let his nails dig in harder than he otherwise would have. A test, or necessity.