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]

"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--"

[okteiviakom]

"It was just an anchor," Octavia whispered, shifting a little to allow him free movement of that arm. "For his pleasure. Definitely didn't stop."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned. "And you allowing him to, like a benevolent Goddess," he murmured, and oh, oh, the muscles in his abdomen were growing tight.

[okteiviakom]

Which was the thing that made Octavia shiver a little? Everything, probably.

She sucked a little air in through her teeth. "Oh, you're getting there, niron. Just like you did in my mouth."

[my_own_advocate]

"So close," Lucifer whispered, agreeing. His voice strained. "So close..."

His hand sped up, all by itself.

[okteiviakom]

"You can't have it, not until I say so," Octavia murmured, softer and sweeter again. All of her attention was firmly down on his hand, because the sight of it was mouth-watering. "But you can have a little taste..."

The torment of the edge.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's next exhale held a desperate break in the middle of it. One stroke, and then another, and anoth--

Movement suddenly turned into a tight grip, right around the base of his cock. His hips gave a helpless tremble, but that was all. "Fuck," he whined.

[okteiviakom]

"Beautiful," Octavia breathed, almost reverent. "How does it feel?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Like I need... a second..." Lucifer managed weakly. "Oh."

[okteiviakom]

"Aches, doesn't it?"

She rubbed at the small of his back, idly.

"You're being very good."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand slid away from his length. He didn't respond. HE just... focused on breathing.

Big, heavy breaths.

[okteiviakom]

That was fine, Octavia could talk for the both of them for the moment.

Like right now, when she leaned against his shoulder some, looking up. "But I'm not done with you yet."

[my_own_advocate]

"Promises," Lucifer breathed. Weakly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a small huff. It had an edge to it.

"Can you handle more stairs?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer sighed. "Haven't-- quite broken me yet."

[okteiviakom]

"That's my boy," Octavia rasped, patting his ass as she stepped away from him again. "Well, onto the next landing."

Hope he hadn't expected to get to just waltz right on into the bedroom.

[my_own_advocate]

Right now, Lucifer was trying to manage any and all expectations, thank you.

He did have to grip the railing a bit harder (heh) than he'd liked as he turned and made his way up the next set of stairs.

Up, up, up to the next landing.

[okteiviakom]

With Octavia trailing after him at a leisurely pace, as if she had neither a care in the world or any sort of plan about what would happen next.

But she did. She very much did.