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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[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia--"

He could hold on. Stretch this out so much longer, until--

No.

"Octavia," Lucifer whispered, and pressed his face against her shoulder, and let go.

[okteiviakom]

Yes.

Octavia pressed back against him, on instinct alone. Wanting to feel whatever last bit of his body that she could while he came.

[my_own_advocate]

She got to feel almost all of it. Lucifer's arm around her tensed, pulling her further into him as he spilled into the condom. "Perfect," he managed, breathing harsh. "Perfect."

[okteiviakom]

"Perfect," Octavia echoed. And also: "Niron." She was panting, but she didn't realize that any more than she realized just how keyed up here own body was, just how close to the edge with nothing to actually push it over.

It all just tangled with every sensation she could imagine he was experiencing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Niron," Lucifer echoed.

He lingered there, listening to his own breathing as it calmed. (Hers, too.)

He wasn't about to give her a push. Not yet.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand was finally relaxing against his arm, but it stayed there.

Her thumb rubbing a soothing circle into his skin as she, too, listened to his breathing.

[my_own_advocate]

Finally, Lucifer kissed her shoulder-- and slid very carefully away from her.

His hands remained on her hips.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave the softest gasp at him withdrawing, but didn't move.

Of course not.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gave her arse a little pat. "I haven't forgotten about you," he told her. "But..."

He reached down with his other hand, to take off the condom.

[okteiviakom]

"You choose," Octavia murmured, softly.

Maybe more just expanding on her own thinking than trying to fill in his.

[my_own_advocate]

"I choose," Lucifer echoed.

He'd had a thought in his mind. Now he was... reconsidering it.

"Go to the edge of the sofa," he said. "Lean over the arm, with your pert arse up."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyebrows slid up just a tick. But she didn't say anything, didn't ask. He chose, after all.

So she just moved, and did as she was told. Ass up, and everything.

(Getting more aware about the state of herself by the second.)

[my_own_advocate]

Sometimes the Devil was in the details. Like-- taking a moment to stall, to introduce uncertainty, before he did what he'd planned to anyway.

Lucifer slid forward, running his hands over her arse. (Admiring his handiwork.) "You're quite loose now," he mused, slipping a thumb between her cheeks. Pressing it against that hurt skin.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gasped, softly. The skin was... a little sensitive, yes.

"Yes," she whispered, as if he needed any further confirmation. The word came out a little shuddery, like the nod that accompanied it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Should've brought toys," Lucifer sighed. "Might've made something of this. Oh well."

And then he leaned down, just an inch or so down, and dragged his tongue oh-so-idly along her folds.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a wild, strangled noise. Sure, her ass was sensitive because it had taken a pounding, but right there --

That was a whole different level of sensitive, bringing all of her attention rushing down to just her core, just his tongue meeting her slick flesh.

She whined.

[my_own_advocate]

"You've been wanting, haven't you," Lucifer murmured.

He pressed her cheeks apart, more for the feel of it - for him and for her - than anything else. He licked her again, slow and deliberate, as if trying to soothe her core rather than stimulate it-- and again, taking his time. Savoring it.

[okteiviakom]

It was a little maddening, the way it seemed to bring her a fraction closer, but with no actual promise of release. Octavia shuddered, wanting to shift and push back against him, but somehow managing to keep herself from doing it. (He chose, after all.)

Instead, she whispered, "Yes."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm going to make you come in my lap," Lucifer said, lips a breath away from her. "And then I'm going to fuck you through the afterglow."

He pushed forward again. Pressed his tongue deep inside of her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's breath hitched at the words. And then, as the words were reverberating through her brain, his tongue forced a moan out of her.

She rocked back into it, just a fraction.

[my_own_advocate]

He had to be careful - to walk the line between giving her some relief and pushing her over the edge. So Lucifer ignored her clit, and let himself fuck her with his tongue instead-- no longer slow, his touch firm.

[okteiviakom]

'Relief' was relative, anyway. Octavia rocked back into his ministrations - a faint movement that felt much bigger to her than it actually was. Just... attempting to get the most of what he was giving to her without pushing for what he wasn't.

She was incredibly wet around his tongue, and everything felt like almost enough.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand slid up her back, following the line of her spine.

She tasted incredible. The thought alone made his barely-spent cock twitch.

"I could just keep doing this," he mused. "Until I'm hard again, and I'd fuck you just like this, with your arse on display. Nowhere to hide."

He gave it a gentle pat.

Then he licked back into her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a groan of a noise best described as 'ngggh'. It was inelegant, and one hundred percent sincere.

She only realized she was panting again when she heard it in her voice. "W-would you hold onto my hips?" she heard herself ask, breathless, faltering. "Pull me - pull me back onto your cock?"

Over and over and oh, was that a little flutter against his tongue?

[my_own_advocate]

"Hard and fast," Lucifer mused, tilting his head - he knew she could feel it. "Until I was satisfied."

And he bit down - not too hard - on her cheek.