Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think I've got this."

It had been a while since the last Sunday night date night.

It felt like it had been forever. And Octavia's memories of the last date night of any day of the week at the house weren't great.

None of that was what was getting to her right this second.

"It's just not doing what I want, Lucifer."

She was trying to pipe some sort of ganache onto a thing of dessert in a dainty little bowl, and no, it was not going smoothly at all. As far as issues went, it would have been almost blissfully mundane, had it not also been so very frustrating.

[ooc: For that guy and massive SP.]

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[okteiviakom]

And down they went, dragging her date night appropriate underwear down at least some of the way with them. (Sleek but lacy, a classic choice.)

"Think of it like... an appetizer," she sighed, her hands sliding up his body now. "I haven't forgotten about upstairs."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well," Lucifer murmured. "You know I rarely give up a chance to get my mouth on an appetizer."

His hands gripped her hips. He hoisted her up onto the counter.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia mostly just pretended to help, because it wasn't like he needed it. She kind of loved that he didn't, actually - there was always a little thrill in how easily he moved her around.

"Guessing this isn't one of the rare times."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid his arms over her legs, his face already mostly in her lap.

"Not remotely."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little snort despite herself. "I mean, just to be clear, I wasn't originally angling to be this selfish."

Yes, she knew he was unlikely to consider it selfish in the first place.

And also with the way her fingers were sliding through his hair, she clearly had no inclination to sway him away from what he was doing.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's hardly selfish," Lucifer said, predictably. He grinned up at her. "Though I'm curious as to your initial thoughts."

While he hooked his fingers under her panties.

[okteiviakom]

"Your pants are tenting," Octavia replied easily, with the requisite downward glance, "and it's been at least almost twenty-four hours since you were overfilling me last."

That she could be very straightforward was not news.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said, his grin getting much more smirky. "Impatient, are we?"

He leaned in to press an obscene kiss against her nethers.

[okteiviakom]

"I just --" Octavia started to say, but then there was touch and sensation and finding out what level of sensitive she'd gotten in just the past few moments, and her voice kind of petered out into a groan for a second there.

"... Just had you take my pants off, so. Sure, impatient."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Well, I am at your service," he said, making sure his mouth was still up against her as he spoke.

[okteiviakom]

It was maddening, in the best of ways.

And probably influenced how Octavia's fingers tightened in his hair, and yanked his head closer. Maddening was one thing, satisfying was another. "Then be."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed one last, amused huff...

... and then he did his best to be, his tongue flicking between her folds before his mouth wrapped around her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise that sounded relieved, as she let her head tip back and her free hand found the edge of the counter to grip.

The one gripping his hair stayed there. He didn't need any more guidance for now, but a little feeling of control never hurt.

[my_own_advocate]

It added a little spice, actually. Lucifer rather liked the feeling of her hand gripping him, the slight tension on his scalp.

He sucked. Gentle, at first. Coaxing her further into it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia exhaled another pleased noise, then inhaled deep and slow, letting that relax whatever parts of her were still at all inclined to relax. Letting more of her attention get drawn down to his mouth, too.

It felt good. It felt welcome, an almost-literal centering of all sensation.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers spread over the inside of her thighs, pushing them open just slightly more.

He let himself slide down just a touch, bringing the same gentle warmth to her folds. Lapping, slow, a little more intense with each lick.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia breathed as her eyes closed, as her thighs parted further.

It wasn't a 'good Devil' moment for her, but there was still something of that in the way her fingers were keeping a tight grip on his hair, keeping that tension there even while she let him move.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft noise against her. Down below, he truly was straining against his trousers now, his length trapped against the counter.

He gripped her tighter and dipped his tongue in, in, in. Tasting her.

[okteiviakom]

Plenty to taste, too. As easy it could be for her to get his pants to become too tight, it was about as easy for him to get her very wet against his tongue. All slick and hot and open.

"Thought I wanted to come around you," Octavia said, breathless, distracted, halfway on a little moan. "But maybe I -- maybe I just wanna come all over your face, instead. And you can just -- you can fuck me after."

Her muscles gave a little flutter against his tongue just at the thought.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer's hips, in turn, gave a completely involuntary thrust against the counter. A little embarrassing, perhaps, if he were capable of feeling shame about it.

He worked her with his tongue, and his nose slid against her as he did, applying pressure. The noises they made down there were wet, filthy.

He rather liked the sound of it.

[okteiviakom]

So did Octavia. And the sound she at least thought she'd just heard, further down below.

There was no shame here. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Just need and want, which was why and how Octavia was already getting a little more noisy. There was a little whine in her throat, a tension in her back from trying to press her core closer against his mouth, as if it was even possible.

[my_own_advocate]

He appreciated the encouragement, though. It made him push a little closer, press in a little further. Made his fingers grip her thighs a little harder.

Yes. Yes.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, oh.

Oh, she was panting, now, still with that strangled whine in there. Straining for something she could already feel herself hurtling towards, something she knew he could feel too, in little tell-tale tremors and the tension in her thighs under his grip.

Not to mention the way she was really pulling on his hair, now. Keeping him right there.

[my_own_advocate]

And here Lucifer had wanted to move, just a touch, to shift his focus-- but never mind. He clearly had more important purpose here, pressing himself against her. Into her.

One hand let go of her thigh and slid up her shirt, cupped her breast.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't need anything more than that.

She unraveled, with a gloriously loud moan, feeling as if he had her heartbeat directly under his mouth.

And then, somehow, her hand in his hair was yanking him up.