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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

An anchor. Another sharp thing added into the mix. Both of her hands tightened against her skin a little. Fingertips pressing into the hearts of the bruises, and --

He'd liked that cry from earlier?

This one was louder, wilder, more desperate.

And accompanied an orgasm that seemed to force her back to arch.

[my_own_advocate]

... and pressed her right up against his mouth.

This time, Lucifer did groan. Helpless. Turned on.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia felt it more than she heard it.

She sank back onto the couch after a second or two, still a panting, shivering, quivering mess.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer finally slid his fingers out of her, wiping them thoughtlessly on her thigh. He slipped up her body and pressed a messy kiss to her lips.

[okteiviakom]

Even as breathless as she was, and still riding her high, Octavia was remarkably hungry in how she met him for that kiss.

The hand at her neck was also finally really just resting on top of the part where her clavicles met.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer moaned against her mouth. How could he not, when she kissed him like that.

"Beautiful," he whispered. "Beautiful."

[okteiviakom]

"That was," Octavia breathed, against his lips, "amazing."

A revelation, really. Even with everything they already knew about her and pain.

[my_own_advocate]

"Where did that come from?" Lucifer murmured, running his clean set of fingers through her hair.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know," Octavia said, her own hand creeping up to cradle his face, "but it's gonna get you whatever you want."

What, she was all fired up.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed shallowly. "Might need a moment before I can walk us upstairs," he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

"Whatever you need, either," Octavia murmured, as her other hand joined the first on the opposite side.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm," Lucifer sighed. "I need..."

Another kiss.

"...to get out of these clothes."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia breathed. "Yeah, you do."

And her hands slid down to the top of his chest, to start unbuttoning his shirt.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed, soft, and leaned back just a bit.

His eyes swept over her body, and all its marks.

[okteiviakom]

She looked disheveled in all the right ways.

And was also concentrating on making short work of the buttons.

[my_own_advocate]

"You are the prettiest picture," Lucifer said softly, his hands settling somewhere along her waist, light as a feather.

[okteiviakom]

"Please, you should see the view from down here," Octavia told him, her eyes flicking up to his face.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed a soft huff, more pleased than amused. "Yes, I imagine that's good, too."

[okteiviakom]

"Very."

The last of the buttons was undone. Octavia ran her hands up the newly exposed strip of skin up his chest, to his shoulders where she could push the shirt back.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer raised his arms and kept them steady, his eyes fixed on her face.

Entranced, a bit.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smiled at him.

And pushed the shirt off him.

[my_own_advocate]

It fell to the floor.

Lucifer didn't lower his arms just yet. He just... tilted his head. Brought his wrists together.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia mirrored his headtilt, just a little. "Hm?" she hummed, softly inquisitive.

While her hands reached for his wrists, like a refelx she didn't fight.