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 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."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned softly. "How does it feel?"

[okteiviakom]

"Good." That was a moan, and not even just to sell him on just how good it was. "And full."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's cock gave another twitch at the sound of her. "Always want more, don't you."

[okteiviakom]

"Sometimes."

Right now? Definitely.

Her breathing was already turning into panting.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh my," Lucifer whispered.

He had such-- a vivid picture in his mind's eye. "Ngh."

[okteiviakom]

"Enjoying yourself?"

She sounded breathless. And, yes, like she was riding the toy for absolutely all it was worth.

[my_own_advocate]

"The sound of you riding our girthiest strap-on?" Lucifer said, mouth curving into a slight smirk. "Hard not to enjoy that, darling."

[okteiviakom]

"I knew I should've restricted more of your senses."

Oh well. Tormenting him to that degree had kind of taken a backseat to her pleasure, by now.

"Maybe next time."

[my_own_advocate]

"What's the point if I can't tell?" Lucifer murmured.

My, his cock was rising to the occasion surprisingly fast.

[okteiviakom]

"That then you have to just lie there, and take it, and just guess at what you're being used for." Because even without the noise, there was still the moving weight of her, the subtle tug of the harness. "And the knowledge that this is not about you."

Oh, her voice was really starting to sound strained, now.

Her eyes squeezed themselves closed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Might as well tie me up while you're at it, then," Lucifer managed.

Oh.

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe next time," Octavia breathed, again. Because much like all they'd gotten up to on the couch downstairs, all of this clearly worked too well to be a complete one-off.

More and more of her focus was turning fully inward, though.

One of her hands left his chest, leaving all of her weight on the other one.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer sighed, his hands creeping up her legs. "Yes, darling, take it..."

[okteiviakom]

Did he hear her take her fingers to her clit? Probably not, but it didn't exactly take a genious to figure it out. Especially not after the whimpery moan that the first rub brought on.

She was just going at it, now. Racing roughly towards the finish line.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's breathing was heavy through his nose.

His fingers spread across her thighs, but they didn't move any further. He didn't dare.

He wished he could see, but he could picture it so well in his mind's eye...