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]

There were both too many and too few steps to the first floor landing. And suddenly, Lucifer was there.

Just a step further, so she could pass, if she liked to.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia did, if only so that she could give him a lazy once-over that he could actually see.

"Hmm," she hummed, as if she was still pondering on what she wanted to do, here.

(She already knew.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took in a breath. Watched her. "Hm?"

[okteiviakom]

In her own time, Octavia shifted to where she could lean against his side, on his left, and even slide a lazy arm around his waist. She looked up at him, and rasped, "I don't feel like touching you right now."

Of course, she was already touching him. So clearly she was referrin to a particular type, a particular way.

"You should do it yourself."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer mumbled a quick curse. He couldn't help himself. What if he did touch himself? Would he even be able to hold on?

And yet his hand moved, as if under a different force. His fingers wrapped around his length.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched it keenly, as her smirk turned a little sharp.

"Good Devil, that's it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stared at the wall, willing himself not to think of-- her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around him--

Fuck.

He gave himself a firm stroke, and another, and tried to focus on the wall.

[okteiviakom]

"Good, good," Octavia halfway purred. "See, I think you know better when's the absolute last moment to stop before it's too late. And I wanna see you go there."

[my_own_advocate]

Twice in one evening? My, Lucifer thought faintly, she's come a long way.

All he managed was a strangled little noise as he pulled on himself, felt the wave from earlier ratchet back up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rubbed idly at his back, almost soothingly.

"That's it," she rasped. "That's a good Devil. Show me how you do it." But maybe he could use some extra help? Some nice mental images? Surely that couldn't be cruel of her. "Think about the things you might get if you do what you're told. You already had my mouth, my throat, but don't you wish you could just slide between my legs, too? You had your fingers up my pussy, so you know how good it would be to just bury your dick in me, and take me over and over --"

[my_own_advocate]

Absolutely cruel, actually. Lucifer groaned, the image so vivid in his mind it made his hips buck into his hand.

He slowed his movements, and that in and of itself was painful. Just... letting his length slide through his hand, with the odd twist or slide of his thumb, so much slower than he really wanted to.

"Octavia," he managed.

[okteiviakom]

"Talk to me, niron," Octavia whispered.

Her smirk very audible.

[my_own_advocate]

"Not sure... I can... do that and this at the same time," Lucifer panted. "Not without--"

[okteiviakom]

"Worried you'll embarrass yourself?"

That was one way to put it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Worried I'll come all over myself, yes," Lucifer sighed. "Embarrassed, no."

[okteiviakom]

"Should be," Octavia replied, low and lazy. "You can't talk and not come at the same time?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm a little--" A long stroke, that drew a moan from him. "--on the edge right now, darling..."

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia replied sweetly, tipping her head against his shoulder. "That's why I'm asking."

[my_own_advocate]

"And if I think too much," Lucifer gasped, "about your pretty breasts pressed against my back or anything of yours on or around me..."

His hips rocked into his hand again.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm flattered," Octavia whispered. "Would it help to think about Duke, instead?"

Probably not, she knew.

"Maybe no one's touching you. Maybe he's the one on his back underneath me, with no rules on how he gets to enjoy himself. Doesn't have to wait, over and over, for his release..."

[my_own_advocate]

"He's so gorgeous when you're taking him in," Lucifer whispered, because foul play, Octavia, but the image--

Well. That image was too pretty to resist.

[okteiviakom]

At no point had she pretended to play fair, and she wasn't going to start now!

"Mmm, the way his head sometimes tilts back," Octavia hummed, "and he's just... so in it."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you overwhelm him," Lucifer managed, eyes slipping shut. "And you see the moment he realizes all he has to do is give in..."

No one embodied that hedonism better than Duke Crocker.

[okteiviakom]

"He's very good at giving in."

In all the right ways, in this context.

[my_own_advocate]

"I remember," Lucifer managed, his free hand shooting out to offer him support on the wall, "That time he grabbed your arm while you were at it, and we almost thought he wanted to stop, but he was just... so in the moment--"