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]

"I watched the want slip into your eyes," Lucifer said softly. "You were so bloody sure of it, even if you didn't say so out loud..."

[okteiviakom]

"Words can be overrated," Octavia rasped. "When you can read me like you sometimes do."

One hand cupped his balls gently.

The other wrapped around his length for a nice, firm stroke. And another.

And another.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, that felt... far too good.

Lucifer's eyes slid shut. "And you responded so beautifully," he murmured. "As if pain was as good as the opposite."

[okteiviakom]

"'Cause it is, sometimes," Octavia replied, low. "They work together."

The strokes didn't let up. He felt far too god in her hands.

[my_own_advocate]

"And then you came," Lucifer whispered, "Like a bloody earthquake around my fingers."

[okteiviakom]

"Was one of the more memorable ones," Octavia agreed freely. "Like it was new."

A few quicker strokes seemed like the thing to do. A little bit more pressure from her other hand, too.

[my_own_advocate]

She drew a soft groan from him, and his hips moved into her hands. Pushing him forward. "Did it all feel new?" Lucifer whispered.

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia replied, slow and low. "Never knew prodding at my bruises could be like that."

And since his hips were so nicely on offer, so tempting... Octavia saw no reason not to indulge in not just feeling him in her hands.

Her lips closed around the head. And her tongue swirled against him, wet and warm, as she took him further in.

[my_own_advocate]

"You and pain do have... an affinity," Lucifer said, and if his words weren't as precise as he'd like them to be, well.

He felt he could be excused, considering. "Oh, fuck."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hummed in agreement.

All around him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh my," Lucifer gasped, and felt a sudden, strong urge to grasp her hair.

He squeezed his arm with the other hand, instead.

[okteiviakom]

That was nice and obedient of him. Too bad Octavia didn't really know about it.

Still, maybe it felt like a reward when she pulled back a little, and then took him back in - deeper. Not quite yet to her throat, but... definitely hinting at the possibility.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer mumbled. He closed his eyes, tipping his head back. "Your mouth--"

He moaned, just a little, as much at the promise of it as the actual warmth around him.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't really smirk, but she wanted to. Instead, she pulled back again. And moved forward, again.

Only, yes, this time with that soft involuntary little gagging sound as she did her best to relax those muscles around him. Deep.

[my_own_advocate]

There was absolutely nothing about the noise Lucifer made that was at all dignified. His mouth dropped open and a shudder slid through his body, making his hips buck forward just so.

Not far, and not immediately, but--- hngh.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, that was good. And something Octavia felt like encouraging, her free hand settling on his hip as she pulled back a little, giving it a little pat - and then a nudge.

Inviting.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh.

Lucifer let out a long, soft sigh. He let his hips... move, this time. Rocking gently into her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Good.

Octavia's hand settled onto his hip, for now. Lightly, granting him his freedom of movement, but also reminding him that it could be taken away.

The moan somewhere deep in her throat wasn't entirely for show. She had a well-established fondness for the particular mild discomfort of this. (And for feeling him this hard for her, in any and every way.)

[my_own_advocate]

As always, they amplified each other. Though Lucifer had no idea how long he could hold out when she was-- like this.

Only slightly longer than he could find it in himself to care, he imagined. Already, his hips had taken up their natural rhythm, pumping slowly into her mouth, taking. After all that he'd given, this-- felt impossibly good.

[okteiviakom]

That may or may not have been a major part of Octavia's game here. Pushing him towards not being able to hold out, by giving him all she had.

She made another noise around him. A low hum, drawn out.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh he wanted to grab hold of her so badly. The frustration was audible in Lucifer's voice as he gasped and groaned and rocked into that wonderful vibration. His head was swimming with it, his mouth parted.

His movements a little less... regular.

[okteiviakom]

Less regular was good. She was getting to him.

Octavia's hold on his hip got a little tighter, but made no move to stop him. If anything, she seemed to use it as an anchor for meeting him a little more on some of those irregular thrusts.

Just going all in on what she could take. Even when it made her make some truly obscene noises, or made her eyes water a little.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia," Lucifer whispered, his voice tight. "Octavia, I-- if you-- I will-- I'm going to--"

That.

Not yet.

But soon, as he felt her throat tighten around him.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, what was that? It was as if Octavia hadn't even heard him. She just kept going, just as all-in as before. Messy and wet and deep.

(She'd heard him, she most definitely had. But it wasn't time to react to that yet, and she was confident in her timing.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer gasped.

And-- there it was. He no longer cared. He just wanted to come down her pretty throat and oh fuck, that next thrust, her tongue pressed just so--