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]

It drew his attention like a moth to a flame, because of course it did. Lucifer turned his head, leaned one shoulder against the wall, and... well, quite openly stared at her arse.

[okteiviakom]

Good. He was supposed to. The panties slid down Octavia's legs, and with one hand planted against the wall, she stepped out of them, carelessly nudging them to the side.

Then she looked back at him, over her shoulder.

"Come closer."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed.

Without saying a word, he did as he was told; he stepped closer, one step, then two, until he was hovering just in front of her back.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia adjusted her position some, making it so that she could bend forward with her forearms against the wall a little bit. Arching her back, jutting her ass a little further out.

Yes, almost against his hips.

"You still don't have my permission to come," she rasped, still looking back at him. "But I'm gonna give you, let's say... Ten thrusts. Do you think you can handle that?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer managed, groping around for his sense or anything approaching words. "I. Yes."

He honestly wasn't sure.

[okteiviakom]

"If you fail, there'll be punishment," Octavia told him, casually, as her gaze slid away from him.

Was she rooting for him to fail?

She honestly wasn't sure.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer-- was just hoping he could hold on. "All right," he whispered, and grabbed her hip with one hand.

Pulled her closer.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a low hum.

"Come on, now."

[my_own_advocate]

"Sorry," Lucifer whispered.

He slid his hand down to take himself, and-- pushed into her.

It was too much. His fingers dug into her hip just to hold on.

[okteiviakom]

At least Octavia was playing nice by staying still. The slide in was easy (if not for him), and she made another little noise, pleased.

"That's one," she breathed.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned against her back, just resting there for a moment. Breathing in, and out.

Counting to himself.

[okteiviakom]

His skin felt very warm against hers. It was nice.

But that wasn't going to stop Octavia from drawling, "Oh, losing steam already, are you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm trying to obey your orders," Lucifer said softly. "It-- takes a bit of effort."

And he did have his pride.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, that pesky little thing.

"Try harder."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blew out a breath. Fingers still curled into her hip, he pulled back, and-- rolled forward. "Two."

[okteiviakom]

"Better," Octavia decided, pushing back against his hips juuust a tiny bit.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer thought about icebergs and TED talks about visual design. He gripped her hips with both hands, this time, and rocked into her again.

Three.

Four.

"Five.,"

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, you're getting the hang of it," Octavia noted, low and a little breathless, bracing herself a little more heavily against the wall. "Didn't think you had it in you."

A beat.

"To be in me."

She was hilarious.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I always have it in me."

That... was surprisingly like a growl, wasn't it?

Lucifer rocked into her, pushing her further up against the wall. Six. Seven.

[okteiviakom]

That was a lot like a growl, especially compared to everything before it. And it stoked just about every desire Octavia currently felt in her body.

"Didn't -- seem that way," she half-panted, "when it looked like you thought I'd told you to just use me to keep your dick warm."

She was definitely doing her best to meet the thrusts with a little backward movement of her own.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just had to-- adjust," Lucifer managed.

He was holding on by his fingernails, and he knew it. But he was good at that, even if he'd forgotten for a moment in his lust-heavy fog. He could hang on. He just needed to focus-- on anything-- but what she was doing to his cock.

Eight. Nine. "Fuck," he gasped, and rocked into her rough.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh," Octavia gasped in turn, because -- well, that was a good thrust.

A laugh bubbled up, low in her throat.

(Maybe a bad sign.)

[my_own_advocate]

Ten.

She'd said ten. Lucifer's hips almost moved for another one, but he couldn't-- he shouldn't.

His hand slid from her hip and groped for the wall.

[okteiviakom]

It was his lucky day.

Maybe?

"I've changed my mind." She could do that: she was in charge. Answered to no one. "Ten more." A beat. "You count out loud, this time."

[my_own_advocate]

Oh no.

"Yes," Lucifer said helplessly. His hips managed a little helpless tremble, and then the thrust they had hoped to make followed, and once again he wasn't so sure he'd make it-- "One," he gasped. "Two."