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 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--

[okteiviakom]

It was tempting to try and hold on until the last possible second, but the risk of miscalculation was just a little too high. (Although it provided fun potential for practicing, some other time.)

So Octavia held on for just as long as she dared, with that last thrust, and then --

Pulled back. All the way, with that little wet sound as her lips left his cock, and a big gasp of air.

[my_own_advocate]

...and just like that, he found himself rocking into the empty air.

Lucifer let out a loud whine.

[okteiviakom]

"Too close?" Octavia asked sweetly, wiping one corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

[my_own_advocate]

"Very."

You could tell by all that strain in his voice.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked all the more smug for it. "Good," she said. She leaned in and pressed a teasing little kiss against his hip, then looked up.

"Now take a step back."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed.

But he took a step back, watching her all the while.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stood up, in the space he'd vacated. She smiled at him.

It was a little sharp.

"We're going upstairs, now."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer searched her face one more time.

Then he nodded, quickly (too quickly) and turned around, towards the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was understandably in much less of a hurry. She paused to pull her panties back up, before following him.

"Assuming you'll make it up there," she said, idly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed.

He came to a stop by the foot of the stairs. Wasn't sure if he should go up by himself, not after that.

[okteiviakom]

"First landing," Octavia told him helpfully, from behind his back. "Then stop."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded. It was, again, quick.

He tried not to look too desperate to get up the stairs as he, well. Walked up the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

While Octavia followed behind, leisurely, like she had no care in the world.

Her gaze was on him, though. Stuck to him, really.