Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It had been another weird week. But enough of the weird - both from this week, and the ones before it - had apparently passed for Octavia and Lucifer to meet up at the house again on this Sunday evening for another date night.

The previously unfurnished room on the second floor was no longer unfurnished. Octavia didn't know whether Lucifer had noticed yet, especially since she'd left the door closed after she'd been done with it. She didn't know whether it would come into play yet, anyway.

And either way, they were downstairs, sitting down properly at the dining table. A gesture towards things Lucifer liked. And Octavia had cooked, even if the main had been just a very simple salad, which they were just about finished with. The equally simple dessert was still waiting in the fridge.

"Maybe one of these weeks you could give me a lesson." A beat. "You know, for cooking. We could make a thing of it."

[ooc: For, you guessed it, that guy.]

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[okteiviakom]

"Oh, you know I can change whatever I want when I start demanding things," Octavia nearly purred. (Just slow, light teasing.) "Including where you are."

[my_own_advocate]

"Put me back on my back all by yourself, would you?"

Mm, anticipation.

[okteiviakom]

"Without breaking a sweat."

[my_own_advocate]

"Very hot," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

"And wet."

She was so funny.

Also curling her fingers lightly around his cock. Just the base. Just a... hello.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, hi," Lucifer breathed.

[okteiviakom]

"Hi," Octavia replied, the smirk evident in her voice. "I was just thinking that since you got naked, you should probably get something for that."

Like, say, this slow and gentle stroke. Just beginning to coax more of a... reaction out of him.

[my_own_advocate]

The reaction she was getting was a rather rapid stiffening of the body part in question. "Should I?" Lucifer mused. "Awfully kind of you..."

[okteiviakom]

"I won't always be, especially in this room," Octavia murmured, and if she sounded a little pleased, he had his stiffening to thank for. "But I can be."

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps we should move some toys into the room," Lucifer sighed, his head dropping back.

[okteiviakom]

"A selection," Octavia hummed, her touch growing a fraction firmer. "I feel like some of the impact stuff might do well here..."

[my_own_advocate]

"Feeling an urge to slap me around?" Lucifer asked.

Lazily? Distractedly? Both?

[okteiviakom]

"The open back of this thing just feels like an invitation."

[my_own_advocate]

"I can see that," Lucifer said.

He made a soft noise.

Her hand's fault.

[okteiviakom]

The blame was gladly accepted. Octavia wasn't exactly letting up, either, not at that noise.

"And there's just so many kinds of marks I'd like to try out on your skin."

[my_own_advocate]

"Might need new toys," Lucifer said.

Starting to sound distracted.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia never got tired of this. The way he hardened in her grasp was so... tangible and undeniable. Proof you could feel and see.

"Don't we always?" she rasped. "But yes. How are you with whips?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Been a while," Lucifer sighed, "But I remember it being a fun time..."

Well, he thought everything sexual was a fun time as long as everyone was consenting and into it.

[okteiviakom]

"Doesn't surprise me." Because of what his narrative had also said, yes. "Would be different with me, though."

The hand around him made sure to palm the head.

Her other hand, at his hip, scratched his skin. Not gently.

[my_own_advocate]

"But still a fun time, I'd imagine."

Oh, was that a little moan?

Yes.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia drew her nails up along his side a little. They weren't long, but she knew how to apply pressure.

In more place than one, as her other hand continued to prove.

"I guess we'll have to try, and find out."

[my_own_advocate]

"Have you ever thought about using one?" Lucifer said.

His fingers flexed against the frame, restless. Perhaps a bit rhythmic.

[okteiviakom]

"Does thinking about it as I started talking about it count?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Why not?" Lucifer sighed.

His hips rolled gently into her hand.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave an approving little hum. "Oh, you should do that," she said, her gaze drawn downwards. "Chase it a little."