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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[my_own_advocate]

"Happily," Lucifer murmured, eyes fluttering shut as he fucked her hand. Slowly, but... thoroughly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him for a stroke. Or two.

"There's something so beautiful about you like this," she whispered, near his ear. "Powerful."

She made the circle of her hand just a fraction tighter, just briefly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, you have all the power." Lucifer's breath trembled a bit on the exhale. "It would make sense it makes you, ah-- ah-- feel powerful..."

[okteiviakom]

"That's not what I meant."

As much as that part was true, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"What did you, then?"

Inhale. A rough slide against her palm.

[okteiviakom]

"There's so much power in you."

Her hand moved to meet his motion, on the next one.

"Even when you're complying."

[my_own_advocate]

"Can't really get around that," Lucifer agreed.

He moaned softly.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia agreed, in turn. "And I like that."

Because he had so much power in him, and she had him literally in the palm of her hand.

Stroking.

"You're beautiful."

[my_own_advocate]

A deep breath. "Thank you." And exhale, his body shuddering with it.

[okteiviakom]

And a little quicker.

Her face was pressing a little more into his shoulder. "I love you."

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you too," Lucifer murmured. He wanted to reach back and touch her, but he stopped himself before he could.

Just... focused on the way he could push himself into her hand, her mouth against his skin.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was kind of plastering herself against his side and back, anyway. There was still plenty of contact even aside from the tiny bit he had any control over.

"I know."

She wished she'd at least thought to bring lube into the room, beforehand. She wasn't going to step away for it now. Meant she had to be a little more mindful with some of her actions, but she could manage.

"You have so much of it," she added, as if an afterthought, on another firmer stroke. "Love."

[my_own_advocate]

Well. It was Lucifer. There was a fair chance he was carrying some in his abandoned trousers as it was.

Not that he was thinking of that at all. He fell silent a bit, actually, unsure of how to respond - at least verbally. His body knew exactly what it was doing, still.

[okteiviakom]

His body usually did.

"You try to take care of us whenever there's reason to," Octavia continued. Pressing the words into his skin. "No one's making you, but you care so much about us. And we see you."

She'd found a rhytm, now. Not as slow as what he'd started them off with.

"Even when one of us has a harder time seeing anything good at all, the other one always sees you trying to put us back together."

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia," Lucifer murmured.

He wasn't sure if he was asking her to stop or merely acknowledging her words, either. He just felt... a little smaller, somehow. A little less powerful.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hummed a little inquisitive noise, in return.

Against his neck.

[my_own_advocate]

"Not," Lucifer sighed, "...sure I'm entirely equipped to deal with that right now."

That much, at least, he was certain of enough to say out loud.

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia replied, lightly. "Sounds like yellow, maybe red."

Trying to work those in, yes. Gentle and easy. (Unlike her hand.)

"You're not escaping this handjob, though."

[my_own_advocate]

"That part is certainly green," Lucifer sighed. (His cock would murder him otherwise.)

[okteiviakom]

"Good."

Not that she wouldn't stop if he wanted her to, of course.

"'Cause I deserve to see you like this."

[my_own_advocate]

"You do," Lucifer agreed, his chin dropping forward against his chest. "Mmm, very good."

Better.

[okteiviakom]

"Are you watching?" Octavia asked, back to a slight drawly rasp. "Because you should be."

Well, it was quite a sight, his hips and her hand moving to meet.

[my_own_advocate]

"I wasn't," Lucifer said, forcing his eyes to open. He looked down his body, where her hand grasped him. "Oh. There we are."

[okteiviakom]

"There we are," Octavia agreed, with a particular little flick of her wrist around the head just to make a point. "Look at how pretty you are when you're hard."

Appreciating him like this rarely went amiss.

[my_own_advocate]

It was certainly less likely to stir up dissonant feelings of emotional vulnerability.

"Even better when you made me so," Lucifer sighed happily. "That's all you, darling..."

His words came out ragged, like he was beginning to have trouble putting them all in the right order.