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 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.

[okteiviakom]

And this was Octavia getting distracted, because --

"Fascinating."

What about a firmer touch? Not by a lot, but still, it was less just her fingers and more her hand curling around him.

[my_own_advocate]

It hurt. A little. But it had been just long enough that, so help him, Lucifer managed a soft twitch in her hand.

He let out a ragged breath.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, good," Octavia murmured, a smirk in her voice once again. "But not good enough."

Still, she gave him two strokes, languid but on the firm side. Just because she could.

[my_own_advocate]

It was enough to draw another ragged moan out of him anyway. It really was-- something on the edge of real pain.

But not quite there, yet.

Apparently Lucifer's body didn't want to admit defeat for very long.

[okteiviakom]

"I'll remember that," Octavia noted as her hand drew away - after one last softer caress, anyway.

And then she was moving, the mattress dipping this way and that until her legs settled on either side of him, straddling his hips.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sucked in a deep breath.

He was beginning to be certain of what she was doing, yes.

[okteiviakom]

Perhaps it confirmed his suspicions when Octavia finally sank down, right on top of the weight against his abdomen.

The sound of the toy sliding into her was more subtle than the way the straps of the harness moved a little against his skin, and even less subtle yet was Octavia's ensuing moan.

"Fuck," she gasped, with deep (ha) appreciation.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer gasped, as if he could almost feel it. (He could hear the noise her body made. That was enough.) "Having fun?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hands pressed against his chest, for support, for a little something that helped her move. It wasn't that long ago that he'd been inside her, instead - and unlike him, she'd only been getting more keyed up in the meantime.

"Yes."

Was that an answer to him, or just a reaction to finding what felt like a good angle for riding the hell out of the toy? Maybe both.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer managed. A little strangled.

His hands came up and searched out-- her knees? Close enough.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia might have told him off for most other places, but, well, her knees made for a nice added spot for him to be able to feel her move. Maybe getting some idea about the strain in her thighs, too.

And every signal allowed to him was pointing to her not wasting much time before finding a nice rhythm, a little on the rough side.

"It's the thickest toy we've got," she breathed. Just to put that in his head. "Haven't even tried it on you, yet."