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]

Was it, though?

"Are those puns?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Possibly," Lucifer said, grinning.

[okteiviakom]

"You clearly haven't been tormented enough."

[my_own_advocate]

"You haven't put much of an effort into it," Lucifer said brightly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise in her throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl. She crowded his hip again, but this time, when her hand reappeared, it was --

Well, okay, it had been sticky to begin with. Now it was that and slick with lube. And returning to its place around his cock.

[my_own_advocate]

The discomfort wasn't quite as acute as it had been. But it was still, noticably, discomfort. Lucifer grunted faintly at the touch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was still learning about this. Trying it out.

Giving him a few languid but not particularly light strokes, in response to that noise. "What, no more puns?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sure I'll have more in a moment," Lucifer managed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kept going.

"Sure you will."

That sounded like more of a taunt.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just... taking a moment to recharge," Lucifer said. There was a noticable strain there.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm sure you are," Octavia rasped, in full taunt this time. And, oh. She'd already proven she knew what the sensitive spots were, where and how to touch him to drive him higher - when he wasn't already spent.

Time to give some of those a bit of extra attention, on the next few strokes.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, was that a whimper?

And a pained one.

[okteiviakom]

"Is that what recharging sounds like?" Octavia drawled. Easing up, but just a little.

[my_own_advocate]

"Working," Lucifer panted, "On it..."

[okteiviakom]

"Aww," Octavia cooed, if low, "sounds like it might be hard."

More pressure on the head, again.

[my_own_advocate]

"Rather the opposite, at the moment."

Oh look, he found a pun.

[okteiviakom]

"Very funny."

It wasn't getting him anything less intense, however.

[my_own_advocate]

"I try," Lucifer said, and oh, he trembled for a moment-- no, tried to pull away from her.

But there was only into it, or-- back. Into her.

Back it was.

[okteiviakom]

Into her arms, the free one winding its way along his waist again.

Tight.

"Where do you think you're going?"

[my_own_advocate]

"N-nowhere?" Lucifer muttered.

And, oh my. Was that tingle the first inkling of his cock beginning to rally? He hoped it was, or this was going to continue being-- extremely uncomfortable.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia seemed fine with it continuing to be extremely uncomfortable. Him trying to pull away and backing into her had not made her let up even a little bit. All that had changed was that she was now also embracing him a little more, again.

While being something approaching relentless with stroking his cock.

"Correct."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer whimpered, squirming in her grip, against her, into her arms...

... and yes, he was beginning to harden again.

[okteiviakom]

A fact that had no way of escaping Octavia's notice. Not with the... hold she had on him.

"Oh, see," she cooed again, "it's not so bad."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I am famous for m-my stam-mina," Lucifer gasped.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a snort. "Wanna try that again with less of a stutter?"

What, no, of course she wasn't going to make it easier. He remembered all these wrist-flick tricks from earlier, right?