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]

"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?

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm famous for my stamina," Lucifer managed.

The way his nerves kept firing wasn't... entirely unpleasurable, now.

As she would be able to tell by hand if not by ear.

[okteiviakom]

"Fame doesn't mean anything," Octavia retorted. "It's just me here."

And smug, because --

"And I'm the one making your dick hard again."

[my_own_advocate]

"So you are," Lucifer sighed. His hips gave a bit of a wiggle. "So you are."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded against his shoulder. Ground her hips against his, just a little. "So just be a good Devil and take it," she rasped, "and I might let you bend me over the back of that armchair."

The only other piece of furniture in the room.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer managed. "Oh. Well. Motivation..."

He did wish his voice didn't crack quite that way in the middle.

[okteiviakom]

But it did.

"Might," Octavia repeated. Had her hand picked up the pace a little bit? Maybe.

[my_own_advocate]

And... that answer was a groan, Lucifer's head tipping back against her.

[okteiviakom]

And she just kept going.

Working him over and over and over.

[my_own_advocate]

The discomfort didn't fade away entirely-- it was in his skin now. But the lube helped, and Lucifer's body was responding so enthusiastically, that it was hard for him to focus on it too much.

And so he found himself moaning at her touch again, his hips pushing forward, not back.

[okteiviakom]

"That's it," Octavia murmured, encouragement slightly undercut by the dry raspiness of her voice, "give into it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer sighed. "You are terrible..."

He didn't sound like he disapproved.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't sound like she regretted it at all, either.

"Took you long enough to notice."