okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

"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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For a second, the best Octavia could do was a slightly shaky nod.

And then, "Good," a little hoarse, a little taken with everything.

(Because she could feel everything.)

"Good," Lucifer echoed.

His hands slid out from under her skirt. Slowly. Carefully.

He cupped her cheek.

Octavia turned her face towards the touch, practically helpless to resist.

Her own hands were hanging at her sides. Fingertips brushing back and forth against the dress.

"This is all in your hands, darling," Lucifer murmured. His thumb skimmed along her cheek. "It's your moment."

He brushed a kiss against her other cheek. "Feel."

As if something gave in, Octavia leaned against him again. Her arms slid around his waist - but one of her hands brought some of the skirt of the dress with it, pulling it over his hip. The movement tugged on the fabric in other places, which affected the harness around her chest, which she felt.

She pressed a haphazard kiss against the side of his neck.

Lucifer wrapped his other arm around her. Higher, around her back, below her shoulders. "That's it," he whispered.

Octavia gave an approving hum.

She nuzzled at his neck a little more, just as she pressed her body against his a little bit more, too. Her chest, in particular - feeling the unfamiliar fabric, and the muted way the harness kept her contained in her body. Familiar, but softened by the dress.

Ah. Well.

It shouldn't be a surprise that Lucifer's body responded-- giving a first twitch against her thigh, against the fabric. "How does it feel?" he murmured.

"Soft," Octavia breathed. She shifted a little, in her pressing. Less chest, now, and more hips. A little grind against his thigh. "Contained."

"Contrast," Lucifer whispered.

His hand slid up and down her back, pressing the fabric against her skin.

"Mm-hmm," Octavia hummed. Her skin was warm, underneath the fabric. Warm all over, really.

Warm against the leather underneath.

She could feel the skirt of the dress against her legs as she pressed her hips against his leg again. Exploring sensation, the pressure and presence of the harness at her hips.

And then-- Lucifer's hands settled over her arse. Squeezing slightly, yes. But mostly pulling her in against her.

He shifted his knee forward, to slip between her legs.

Octavia hummed again, then gave a little "Oh", as she... settled against his leg and its newer, better angle.

"Offer?" she asked, lower and raspier than before. There should've been more words to that question, sure, but maybe he'd figure it out anyway.

"I'm just here to give you what you desire, niron." Lucifer's voice was low. Smooth. "Whichever way you wish to ask for it."

"You take such good care of me."

Just because it was raspy and drawled didn't make it any less sincere, or any less true.

Her arms settled a little tighter around him.

"Merely returning the favor," Lucifer breathed.

He was half-hard against her leg, but he made no further moves to call attention to it.

"Use me."

Octavia was looking forward to feeling him go from half to fully, anyway.

"Good Devil," she breathed. It sounded like adoration.

Her head tipped against his shoulder. And with her arms around his waist for an anchor, she moved her hips again. Grinding against him, feeling the press of the leather against herself and how, beyond it, the fabric of the dress caught with the fabric of his pants. Another layer of sensation.

It took a moment of finding a good angle, but she wasn't subtle about it when she did. The groan in her throat made sure of that.

"Yes."

He couldn't see her face - he wished he could - but the sound and the feel of her.

"Tell me. How it feels."

"Like freedom," Octavia sighed. She'd found her angle, and wasn't being coy about taking full advantage. The movements weren't fast or urgent - for now - but they were focused, intentional, thorough in how they dragged her covered core against his thigh. "There's nothing but the... pressure. And feeling held. Leather digging into my thighs."

"I can picture it," Lucifer murmured. "All that pretty leather, pressed into your skin."

"I'll let you take a look," Octavia promised. Low, not quite breathless just yet but with a strained note all the same. "After."

His hands gripped her arse a little harder, though he made no more effort to control her movements. "I want to lick you clean. After."

"Oh." Not an objection, not in the slightest. As for his hands? A great excuse for her to rut a little harder against him. "Anything... else?"

Her breath hitched right in the middle, there. He was welcome for getting to hear it.

"Can you feel me?"

There was nothing half about his hardness, any longer.

"I'd like it if you took care of that whatever way you see fit," he murmured. His hands remained a firm presence on her, giving her... support. "After."

Octavia's casual nudge with her thigh on the side he pressed against her was probably a decent enough answer for his question.

"Whatever way, huh?" she rasped, low. She shifted a little, pressing her face closer to his neck. Her hips were working a little rougher, now. Really getting the most of it, the most of him, with his support. "You wanna -- come for me, after, however I choose to take care of you?"

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