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]

"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...

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's thighs were tense, the muscles tight as they worked. It was hard to say whether she would even have paid much attention to him pushing his luck, right now.

This part? This was purely about her. Using the toy strapped to him and using her fingers to bring herself higher and higher and higher --

Until it all crashed in on itself into something wonderful. A loud moan, a curse, her body's sudden stiffening on top of him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. Oh. Oh.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia relaxed - a little - on top of him with a shudder, just -- riding the rest of the release out. Just feeling what it felt like this particular way, around this particular toy.

Good, judging by the noise in her throat.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia," Lucifer murmured.

One of his hands groped for hers.

[okteiviakom]

He could have it, apparently.

Octavia's other hand reached out for his face, and pushed the blindfold up and away from his eyes.

"That's what you get," she rasped, breathless.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up at her and took her in-- in all her glory.

"More than divine," he whispered.

[okteiviakom]

She was sweaty, still in her bra somehow, still wearing the bruises from earlier.

Still sitting on the toy that was strapped to him.

Yeah, maybe he was right.

And Octavia just smirked down at him, like she deserved it.

[my_own_advocate]

She did. Lucifer believed as much with all his being.

"Incredible," he said, his expression full of awe.

[okteiviakom]

"You wanted to throw yourself at my feet," Octavia said, a little softer, a little quieter, even if the smirk lingered. "Mission accomplished."

[my_own_advocate]

"Feels as if I could do it a few times more, just to be sure," Lucifer said, with a lazy, happy, wicked grin.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Oh, you seemed done, last I checked," she rasped, as she began to ease herself off the toy.

Well, she had no knowledge of whatever reactions he may have been having behind her back.

[my_own_advocate]

"What can I say," said Lucifer, who was well aware of the fact he was already back at half-mast, "You're an inspiration."

[okteiviakom]

The toy slid out the rest of the way, really a sight to behold by itself in its sticky messiness (and, yes, girth, though it wasn't obscenely large, or anything). Octavia shifted over to one side of his hips - which was when she noticed the half-mast situation, complete with a low chuckle.

"Oh," she said. "Look who's into being a celestial toy-holder."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm into most things, darling," Lucifer said, his eyes on her thighs. "Especially when they involve you."

[okteiviakom]

"I know, I know," Octavia rasped, amused (mostly at his gaze, yes). "Somehow it never gets old or fails to surprise, anyway."