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]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I noticed."

Deep breath.

[okteiviakom]

"Good."

But she was still going. Because there was just... something about him like this, the strain in his arms, the weight and warmth of him against her.

She gave a low hum as she glanced down over his shoulder, down at her cum-and-lube-smeared hand still moving over him. Meeting whatever movements his hips gave.

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you just... going to do this all night?" Lucifer asked. Arms flexing, again, without his conscious interference.

[okteiviakom]

"I might."

No, but threatening to was fun.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned. For more reasons than one. "Terrible."

[okteiviakom]

"You knew that already."

[my_own_advocate]

"Still worth noting," Lucifer sighed. "Nggh..."

That one was low, guttural.

[okteiviakom]

And inspired no mercy from Octavia's hand.

"You're gonna have to ask for it, you know," she rasped, helpfully.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ask for what."

Sorry, his brain was lightly scrambled.

[okteiviakom]

"Anything that's not this."

Her relentless hand on him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Can I have anything," Lucifer panted, "...That's not this."

[okteiviakom]

"Like what?" Octavia retorted sweetly.

Just living up to that 'terrible'.

[my_own_advocate]

The answer came out in a single breath. "Please let me go so I can fuck you?"

[okteiviakom]

As nice as his voice already sounded, like this -- "I think you can doo better than that."

Her grip grew a little firmer on this next stroke.

[my_own_advocate]

"Please," Lucifer managed, head tipping forward, "Let me go so I can push you over that chair and fuck you until you come screaming."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a huff that was actually not at all in line with what she felt at hearing that.

One last stroke --

Okay, two. "That's a promise, and you better remember it."

And her hand finally left him. The other arm let him go, too.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer lurched forward a touch, letting go of the frame.

Sucking in a loud breath.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stepped back and off the bench.

Watching him, while he couldn't see her do it.

[my_own_advocate]

He turned, after another moment. Looked at her.

And immediately reached for her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let him.

He'd made a promise, after all.