Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

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!]

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[okteiviakom]

The movement of Octavia's head (mouth, lipss, tongue) slowed further.

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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft, wordless noise of approval. He pressed further in, feeling her yield.

"I'm going to be in you every way I can," he murmured, as he loosened her up with slow, calculated movements.

[okteiviakom]

Even if a helpless noise hadn't escaped Octavia's throat, the little shiver that went through her would probably have communicated her feelings about his words. The faint, subtle shift of her hips after a moment, too, pressing back.

Want.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm going to come in your arse," Lucifer murmured, making his words intentionally crude as he slipped her a second finger. "And then I'm going to wind you all the way up again, so you'll be ready when I slip it elsewhere."

He worked her open.

"Dripping."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wanted to tell him how much she approved, of the words, the plan, even the crudeness.

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer sighed. "You'll tempt me to just keep playing for a while longer..."

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?

[okteiviakom]

It was certainly something, all right. Octavia muffled a little noise around him, her muscles briefly just barely clenching and then relaxing again.

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"You like that," Lucifer mused, a little breathless. He swept his other hand through heir hair, pushing it away from her face. "Do you think you can take me?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pulled back. Not far, by any means: her breath still hit the wet skin of his cock from a very close distance.

"Yes."

She sounded breathless, and looked... messy.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand slid down her cheek. He pressed his thumb on her bottom lip.

"Such a beautiful mess," he murmured.

Then:

"Turn around."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed a kiss against his thumb.

Then, with a deep breath, she moved. Turned around, to face away from him again.

[my_own_advocate]

"Stay there. Don't look."

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.

[okteiviakom]

It felt like forever for the woman obediently looking straight ahead. No backward glances, only listening to him move.

Anticipation built further.

[my_own_advocate]

Then, finally, a hand on her back.

And then the push of his cock, slow but unyielding, as his weight became obvious against her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a soft, ridiculous 'nnnh' of a noise.

And tried to calmly breathe her way through the first push, keeping herself relaxed. Open, for him. (Good, for him.)

[my_own_advocate]

"That's good," Lucifer said, hushed. "Take it, niron."

In, further. (She felt incredible.)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia offered him a shaky nod of affirmation. Even with all the proper warmup, the initial stretch was always an adjustment, a faint burn.

(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.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you too."

Lucifer leaned over her.

He pressed a kiss against her neck, over her spine. Sacred, too.

And then--

He bottomed out.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made another wounded noise. Not a painful one, maybe just -- briefly overwhelmed. Or just generally emotional.

Fully in the moment with him, whatever it was.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned his body further against her. Holding still, in one sense.

In the other, he wrapped his arm around her chest and pulled her close.

[okteiviakom]

This time, the noise was little more than an exhale.

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ai hod yu in," Lucifer murmured. Soothing.

He gave them both another moment. Another breath.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia appreciated it. Both for the actual breather as well as the way it built anticipation. This level of calm wouldn't last.

"Ai hod yu in seintaim," she murmured, "ai skaifaya."

[my_own_advocate]

"We are everything, love," Lucifer whispered in her ear. "You and I."

He kissed the skin right beneath it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shivered.

"Together," she whispered.