Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been feeling kind of... restless, this week. But keeping it to herself, because Duke had been having a rougher time, and anyway, it was fine. This feeling came and went, and Octavia was used to it.

(Though it really would have been great if Dr. Baker had been able to squeeze her in during some other time this week, after the regular Tuesday session got cancelled.)

It was Sunday now, anyway. Food and cider and hopefully a good time? Octavia had even channeled some of her twitchiness into prepping dessert, earlier. "The fruit's all ready in the fridge," she said, as she got up to clear away the dinner plates. "The white chocolate on them should have set by now."

Spoken like she actually knew anything and hadn't just grabbed the instructions from Google this morning.

[ooc: For the guy.]

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[my_own_advocate]

And slowly, with each little shimmy, Lucifer-- resumed fucking her, slow and sure.

This time, though, he let go of any thoughts that might-- restrain him. He gave in to the pleasure building in him.

[okteiviakom]

Good. That was good, and right, and... all those things. Felt like intent, to Octavia.

"I can take it," she breathed, without a fully coherent thought behind it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know, darling," Lucifer whispered.

Harder.

"I want to come in you so badly..."

[okteiviakom]

"Please."

It was as vehement as it was pleading. She tugged on her restraints a little, for the first time.

[my_own_advocate]

"Shh-sh-sh," Lucifer hushed, the slightest bit of pressure in his hands.

He fucked into her faster. Rougher.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's next noise was a little choked, but not because of the added pressure - not like that, anyway.

It was a moan, a ragged little thing.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had no more words for her. Just a loud groan, rumbling through his chest, against her body. He could feel the edge hurtling towards him, and he let himself-- push-- forward.

So close.

[okteiviakom]

There was no need for words. He had her, and there was no need for anything else. Octavia was just helpless, and blissfully so, hands tugging on the scarves with each of his thrusts.

Her heartbeat strong and fast against his hand, and her own panting loud in her ears - and yet not as loud as his groan.

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, Lucifer thought, and Yes, and Yes, and--

"Octavia," he gasped, as release rolled over him, one hand steady, then gripping, on her hip. He let it take him.

Let her take him.

[okteiviakom]

Perfect. "I have you," Octavia breathed in a daze. "I've got you."

Shuddering.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer whispered, hands falling away to--

To let his arms wind themselves around her waist, pulling her into him. All the way.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

Just like that, Octavia suddenly felt almost impossibly small. Slumping into his embrace as best she could.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a few shallow breaths, his face pressed into her neck.

Then, as if awakening from a dream, one of his hands slid down, between her legs.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

"It's my turn?" Octavia murmured, her voice almost laughably small. Young.

[my_own_advocate]

"I want you to come, darling," Lucifer whispered, finding her clit, rubbing her firmly. "I want you to do it while I'm still in you."

[okteiviakom]

"O-okay."

And that was ridiculously sincere, especially considering the little moan that tried to escape right in the middle of it.

Her head tipped further against his.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nipped gently at her jaw.

He could feel himself when his fingers strayed, briefly, tracing the line of himself where it met her body and pressed inside.

But it was only a stray moment. After that, he found himself focused-- on her, on the sensitive skin under his fingers, on how he knew she liked to be touched.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wanted to give him anything and everything he wanted. So she leaned against him as heavily as her restraints allowed, just giving herself over to what he was doing.

Focused on the pleasure, like he wanted her to. Focused on letting it build up - which it was, rapidly.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's it," Lucifer whispered, his lips skimming over her cheek. "I love you, darling."

They'd said it a dozen times tonight. He didn't care. When she was like this, when she felt like this, he wanted to tell her a thousand times more.

[okteiviakom]

He hadn't been saying it enough in his lifetime, anyway, and Octavia wasn't ever going to tire of hearing it.

Especially right now, when it made her breath shudder even more than it already was, in the tiny moments between the soft gasps and tiny moans that were beginning to escape her.

She could already feel it, the end. In little flutters, the rising tension in the pit of her stomach and the tops of her thighs.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you," Lucifer whispered against her ear.

"I love you," he whispered against her jaw.

"I love you," he murmured into her neck. "Every part."

[okteiviakom]

That was emotional terrorism. Or something. Good thing Octavia's eyes had never entirely stopped welling up again, so it didn't make too much of a difference on that front.

She shuddered against him.

Breathed.

Tensed, made one of those tiny whimpery noises -- and her body just finally gave in under his fingers. Pleasure spread out through her like a slow, warm wave, overtaking all other feeling.

[my_own_advocate]

"Love you..." Lucifer breathed, eyes shut.

He felt her give in. It was hard not to, with her so close, so-- around him, and yet. He shuddered against her, arm tighter around her waist.

Close.

Together.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shivered her way through it, helpless.

Her knees kind of wanted to buckle, but there was nowhere for her to go.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer murmured.

His hand slipped back up.

He held on.