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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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

He was hardly going to object to the upward motion. Lucifer slid up her body, and he leaned in to claim a kiss.

[okteiviakom]

Funnily enough that was exactly where Octavia had meant to yank him next.

It came off greedy and messy, her kiss. Rushed, breathless.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer would have thrown himself whole-heartedly in there, but he needed some of his focus for something else.

He unzipped his trousers with one clumsy hand, then gripped her hips and pulled them towards him. Her legs around his waist.

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia breathed against his mouth, as her legs settled around his waist, ankles hooking together behind his back.

Anticipation and want in every fiber of her being.

[my_own_advocate]

And then it was simple. Lucifer reached town, and took himself in hand, guided himself just right-- and then pressed in.

It was just a little motion. And so much relief.

[okteiviakom]

There was a rough, wounded whimper in the back of Octavia's throat, everything so sensitive and so easily overwhelmed, overstimulated.

It felt fantastic.

Her hand was gripping the hair at the back of his head like her life depended on it. The edge of the counter, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer hissed. He bit at her mouth, at her jaw, as he gave himself a moment to linger...

... and then he rolled his hips.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia made a much wilder noise. Clung that much harder to him.

They'd had a little disconnect, earlier.

She no longer remembered what that felt like.

[my_own_advocate]

His hands gripped her thighs again, pulling her as close as he could. Tugging her into one thrust, then the next.

Yes. She was here, in it. And so was Lucifer.

[okteiviakom]

Combined, just one thing, moving together.

Against his cheek, at the peak of a thrust, Octavia gasped something near-incomprehensible about home.

[my_own_advocate]

"Home," Lucifer echoed. He pressed his face into her neck.

Home.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't really cling to him any harder, but she was still trying to. The hand that had been in his hair finally let go, and slid down to the back of his neck instead, cradling it.

Keeping him close.

[my_own_advocate]

This wouldn't last long. Not at the pace he was going at.

But that was all right. They had all evening. Lucifer left kisses against her skin, his hips snapping over and over and over again. Chasing that feeling. Home.

[okteiviakom]

Didn't need to last long, either. Some things were meant to be hurried and quick - and then, yes, they'd have all evening to draw things out as much as they wantes to.

Octavia wasn't thinking about that.

She was still panting out words, here and there. More babble about home, but entangled with much filthier things, about him filling her up, about him making a mess of her, about how right all of that was. "-- wanna be yours, dripping your cum, please --"

She couldn't exactly snap her hips against his, but she could convey a similar desire.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed, "Yes," and, "Yes," and--

And how could he do anything but fall into that? To give her what she wished? To spill inside of her, his body shuddering, claiming her-- claiming her body.

"Yes."