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]

Octavia was fine without a moment. At least, judging by the ragged moan that ensued immediately.

Her fingers dug into the armchair as she panted out her, "Good Devil."

[my_own_advocate]

"Always," Lucifer managed, "Your good devil."

He braced himself against the chair and fucked her. Hard. They both wanted it that way, didn't they?

[okteiviakom]

It was definitely in line with the promise Octavia had so greedily accepted. She made a strangled noise.

"Good, mine."

A growl in its own right.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer moaned, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. His hips beating an inexorable, unrelently rhythm against her arse.

[okteiviakom]

He was magnificent when he gave into it. Octavia lurched just a little more forward against the chair in a way that would have looked like submission in almost any other moment.

In this one, it was pure pleasure. Taking.

[my_own_advocate]

Perfect.

She was perfect, Lucifer thought, dazed, as he pressed into her tight grip and felt her welcome him. Perfect, he thought again, as he withdrew and felt her cling to him with every inch.

"Perfect," he whispered, and rocked in, and, "Perfect."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had nothing even as coherent to say. Just little moans (getting less little with each thrust, it seemed) and happy whimpers.

She liked this best, when it felt like they were just one thing.

[my_own_advocate]

It was not long before Lucifer's breathing became so loud, so ragged, that he could scarcely hear anything else. Before the world narrowed down to a single point, where their bodies connected, pleasure pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Octavia."

Just one more. Or two.

[okteiviakom]

But he'd promised, hadn't he?

"Hand," Octavia breathed, "come on, hand." It was as coherent as she could manage right now, a fumbly thought.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's poor, scrambled brain.

Hand? Should he come into his own hand? His hips stuttered, distracted.

Only then did he find the small sliver of oxygen required to realize what she was asking for, and his hand slid between her legs to press against her. Rubbing, rough and fast.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia picked up on no stuttering. Not in a meaningful way, anyway, and then -- well, then he got it, and she found herself abruptly arching her back more, paying little attention to anything except the onslaught of pleasure somehow managing to keep building even more, now.

There was a mantra of increasingly louder yeses to communicate that to him. Maybe even a 'good Devil'.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed with her, "Yes, I am-- you are--"

Slowing his thrusts was painful. It was all that was keeping him here, hard inside her body, waiting obediently for her to come.

[okteiviakom]

Intoxicating.

That was the only word Octavia had for it, as much as she had any words left in her mind at all. All that power in him, all the strength, slowing down for her.

And with that thought swimming around in her head, there was nothing holding her back at all. A louder moan, another, something about how good he was being, and then --

Well, he felt it under his fingers, but most importantly around him how she came. In case the happy way she cried out and the further arching of her body weren't enough in the way of clues.

[my_own_advocate]

Ohthankhim.

Her?

Lucifer gasped something grateful, his next two thrusts another stutter. It was all he needed this way, with her fluttering around him; he followed her over, barely a step removed.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, yes, Octavia could feel the gratitude. And the way he'd been hanging on by a thread, too. And in this state of mind? It just made her own orgasm feel stronger.

Even as she was beginning to slump harder against the chair, a rough chuckle in her throat.

Another 'good Devil' on her lips, deeply appreciative.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer breathed. "Oh."

His fingers groped for the arm of the chair.

[okteiviakom]

Caught her hand, briefly, in the process, too.

"You did good," she breathed. "You've been good."

[my_own_advocate]

"I love the new furniture," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

And another hoarse chuckle.

"Me too."

[my_own_advocate]

"We definitely need to talk to Duke about it," Lucifer decided, and sighed as he pulled himself loose gently.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia relaxed a little further - as much as she could, anyway. She really needed to work on getting into a more comfortable position soon.

Somehow.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed. "I think it'll work for him."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh please, he'd be begging to be scarf-tied to that thing," Lucifer laughed. "Though we definitely need a mattress in here."

[okteiviakom]

"Isn't that kind of defeating the point of not having the frame in the bedroom?"

Asked a woman who would've quite liked to lay down on a mattress right now, so...

[my_own_advocate]

"I thought you were just trying to avoid messing up the feng shui of the bedroom," Lucifer admitted.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know what that is," Octavia said, making her first effort towards... getting up? Yeah, maybe getting up. "But yeah, I guess not wanting to make big changes to your room was a part of it. Or crowding it."