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]

He had two options, neither of them good.

Lucifer groaned and dropped forward, his forehead against the wall. His entire body went still. "If you don't--"

[okteiviakom]

"If I don't, what?" Octavia replied breathlessly, squirming back against him. "Eight is no place to stop, Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

"If I move even an inch I will come," Lucifer whispered, strained and hoarse and utterly wrecked.

[okteiviakom]

Now that was something Octavia was going to playing over and over in her head at some point in the future, him sounding like that.

She glanced at him. "Too bad for you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia."

He was delirious with want, pride, and terror all at once.

[okteiviakom]

And here was Octavia, not budging.

"Not my problem."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer whimpered.

He pulled back, feeling her slide along every. Sensitive. Nerve.

It was too much.

He came the second he pressed back in, his poor abused balls emptying themselves half across her skin, half inside of her. Filling him with relief, the release of pressure. "Oh, fuck--"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft gasp as she felt him give up.

"Oh, that's it," she murmured, in a soft and soothing manner that wasn't going to last. "Give me all of it, Lucifer, let it all go."

[my_own_advocate]

He'd been wound up so tightly, it felt like a wave with no end. Lucifer moaned, his cock twitching inside of her, filling her up with more and more and more--

He whimpered at the end of it, feeling wrung out, yet adrift on the pleasure of it. Something nagged at the back of his mind, but he couldn't reach it, nor did he really want to.

[okteiviakom]

It was all very heady for Octavia: she'd never pushed him quite like this (quite to this) before, and if his pride had maybe taken a hit, well, hers had only been stoked.

She let him float around in his post-orgasm daze for a moment longer before beginning to push away from the wall. "Get off me," she said, voice low again. "You're going on the bed."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed another whimper, but he did as he was told. He felt boneless; he almost wanted to collapse right then and there.

But no.

"Yes," he managed, and pushed into the bedroom. He made it to the bed in record time, and sat down.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia followed soon after, very... businesslike, for someone who was deeply aware she had cum slowly sort of drifting down the inside of her thigh.

(She would not be getting over how all of that had worked out just now anytime soon.)

"Scoot back and lay down," she rasped, as she headed for the drawer with all their goods.

[my_own_advocate]

Still dazed, Lucifer scooted back and laid down - exactly as instructed.

And stared up at the black velvet night's sky he'd wanted to show Octavia at some point or another, before their dirtier instincts had taken over.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't noticed it yet - and he wasn't going to see it for long, either. Octavia tossed something carelessly onto his chest.

"Put that on."

It was a blindfold.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled the blindfold from his chest, briefly confused by what it was-- until he held it up. "Ah," he said.

He glanced sideways at her for a moment.

Then pulled the fabric over his eyes and reached back to tie it behind his head.

[okteiviakom]

"You'd like seeing what comes next too much," Octavia rasped, watching him. "And you failed, so... Can't have that."

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer mumbled.

He still sounded out of breath.

He dropped his head back onto the pillow.

[okteiviakom]

There was a part of Octavia that heard how he sounded, and only wanted to wrap him up under the covers. But, that part wasn't in charge, yet. He would have to wait a little longer to get showered with affection.

A short moment of rummaging later, the bed dipped under her weight, next to him. "Now lift your hips a little."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer sighed, obligingly lifting his hips - and his legs with them. "Grand plans?"

[okteiviakom]

"You got yours, I'm getting mine."

Something wrapped around his hips. Certain bits felt more cool, like metal.

"Now settle back down."

[my_own_advocate]

Well. That was new.

Lucifer lowered his hips back to the mattress, as instructed. "Colour me curious."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, that's why you're blindfolded," Octavia drawled.

Tiny bits of metal clinked together as the thing around his hips got tugged on, then secured. There was also a... slight weight on the lower part of his belly, now. Her hand brushed against the inside of his thighs, and then there was something faintly pressing against his balls on one side.

(This thing wasn't meant for his anatomy, not really, so she was having to improvise a little.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was beginning to have his suspicions and-- well, whatever it was-- seemed clever.

He grunted when her fingers slid over more sensitive skin. And then there was-- light pressure, and he shivered in spite of himself.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, that's right," Octavia rasped, "you're probably a little sensitive, aren't you?"

She ran her hand along his cock, just because she could. It was a gentle, soft touch.

[my_own_advocate]

The groan that elicited was-- soft, but low, in a way that seemed to come from deep within Lucifer's chest.

So, yes.