Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2025-12-21 03:13 pm
Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening
It was the second-to-last Sunday of the year, and likely the last Sunday night date night of the year. Maybe that could've called for something special, in a fancy kind of way, but Octavia had felt like it called for something comfortable. Soft clothes and easy food. The island appeared the agree with the former, what with the freely provided snuggies - not that Octavia was currently wearing hers, but she was definitely going to keep it, likely much to the delight of her partners.
As for the food, she'd ordered in from a Greek restaurant and bakery on the mainland. It was a little heavy on the pita and the dips and spreads, and also various little pastries that were more on the dessert side of things - but what was more comfortable than finger food? Especially when you had a good coffee table to spread it all out on while lounging on the couch.
Well, lounging mostly on the couch, slightly on Lucifer's lap. As you do. "I'm not getting in your way, right?" Octavia rasped, as she leaned lazily (by Octavia standards) towards the table to pick up another bit of pita.
[ooc: For the one, duh. ETA: NSFW!]
As for the food, she'd ordered in from a Greek restaurant and bakery on the mainland. It was a little heavy on the pita and the dips and spreads, and also various little pastries that were more on the dessert side of things - but what was more comfortable than finger food? Especially when you had a good coffee table to spread it all out on while lounging on the couch.
Well, lounging mostly on the couch, slightly on Lucifer's lap. As you do. "I'm not getting in your way, right?" Octavia rasped, as she leaned lazily (by Octavia standards) towards the table to pick up another bit of pita.
[ooc: For the one, duh. ETA: NSFW!]

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And then finally stopped after all, if only for the moment at hand. At a moment where she could draw a deep breath in through her nose, and let the exhale relax her.
Let her body yield to him.
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"I'm going to be in you every way I can," he murmured, as he loosened her up with slow, calculated movements.
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Want.
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He worked her open.
"Dripping."
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But in lieu of any words of her own, she allowed her sudden restlessness to bleed out into a faint squirm - and then finally resumed her movements again. Not entirely matching the press of his fingers into her (and the sensation of the stretch was a wonderful, welcome thing in itself) but haphazard version of the rhythm all the same.
Sucking him down again. Showing her absolute lack of objection in slowly reintroducing him to her throat.
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He allowed himself the luxury of doing so. Of... wallowing in the warm heat of her throat around him.
Introducing a third digit before he moved on was only polite, wasn't it?
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The second noise, more obviously a garbled moan, came from an errant thought of her thinking ahead. (Him taking the thick weight of him out of her mouth and pushing it --) He was welcome, for the added vibrations.
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"Yes."
She sounded breathless, and looked... messy.
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"Such a beautiful mess," he murmured.
Then:
"Turn around."
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Then, with a deep breath, she moved. Turned around, to face away from him again.
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Lucifer's hands slid away from her. He pushed his trousers further down his hips, and then reached behind himself-- for a tissue, to clean his fingers, and... a condom.
He slid that onto himself.
He took his time.
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Anticipation built further.
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And then the push of his cock, slow but unyielding, as his weight became obvious against her.
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And tried to calmly breathe her way through the first push, keeping herself relaxed. Open, for him. (Good, for him.)
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In, further. (She felt incredible.)
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(Something weirdly sacred.)
She let her eyes slip closed again, just focused on the feeling. The sensation of every inch of him slowly pressing into her, filling her up, claiming her.
She hadn't thought to whisper, "I love you," but there it was.
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Lucifer leaned over her.
He pressed a kiss against her neck, over her spine. Sacred, too.
And then--
He bottomed out.
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Fully in the moment with him, whatever it was.
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In the other, he wrapped his arm around her chest and pulled her close.
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But Octavia's hand found his arm almost immediately, and curled around it, like she needed something to hold on to. Or maybe just wanted to reciprocate some part of the embrace.
Or both.
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He gave them both another moment. Another breath.
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"Ai hod yu in seintaim," she murmured, "ai skaifaya."
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He kissed the skin right beneath it.
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"Together," she whispered.
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