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Well.

Rarely had snark sounded so much like permission.

Lucifer unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them down to his hips. The thrill of this was already starting to show from here, his cock just a bit more rigid than it had been moments ago.

He let it sit in his hand.

Took a picture. Sent it.

See? Safe. Octavia got to see him - and it didn't escape her notice that this was already getting to him a little - and to keep her reactions contained for no one to see. Where no one could use them against her.

Better

Maybe she should give him a little more than that?

Always liked you not undressing all the way

I'm sitting in the galley, Lucifer texted.

Thought about adding more, but instead he leaned back, making sure to get the edge of the couch and the kitchen into the same shot with his hand and his cock.

His hand had slid upwards, his fingers now curled around his length.

Octavia found herself drawn to looking more at his hand than his cock, somehow. The curve of his fingers just reminded her about all the things she'd seen him do with his hands.

Or, maybe more often, felt.

(And how much she missed it.)

She leaned against the bar a little more.

Would call that risky
But the only risk is duke seeing you and deciding to help out

And wouldn't that be a lovely surprise?

Lucifer gave himself an idle stroke or two.

Maybe three, at the mental image.

You think all blowjobs are lovely

Just feeding the mental image, yes.

I think two particular kinds are loveliest, actually.

He swiped across the screen of his phone and began recording.

Mm, he always looks gorgeous between my knees.

You know how I feel about when he looks gorgeous, Octavia typed, then erased it. They didn't need to go back to that, not right now.

So:

Mine, too

Better.

It wasn't like he was arguing it was the most gorgeous right now.

Planning to kill me with these mental images? Lucifer asked. (Thankfully, his other hand was too busy stroking himself to send her the emojis he had in mind.)

A moment later, a video dropped into her messages. Just his hand, moving slowly over his length, which hardened in his grasp.

Octavia felt a very definite thrill go down her spine at seeing a video come in. She glanced around the quiet club, then muted her phone before pressing play.

She watched the video a few times in a row. You know, just to appreciate every detail.

(Maybe her mouth watered a little, ridiculously enough. No one needed to know.)

Seem very alive so far

So far, Lucifer agreed. Talk to me about what I'm missing, darling.

He settled a bit more comfortably in his seat, stretching. Keeping his hand moving.

Now, this part felt a little more tricky. But maybe she could... ease into it. By using the few words that immediately came to her, to be a little graphic without actually being graphic at all.

My mouth

& my throat

I miss those very much, Lucifer texted.

And another picture, this time of his legs splayed, his cock now good and hard.

It was a very good picture, and one Octavia had to spend a moment just admiring. Let that fuel her ability to write more things.

Bet you wish you could be buried in them right now

With your pretty lips all around me, Lucifer agreed. He pressed record again, and let out a little sigh.

Upped the intensity of his movements.

Sent that, too.

Octavia exhaled a tiny sigh watching it, too.

Shifted in place.

& my nose trying to bump against your stomach

But thats not all youre missing

No? Lucifer asked, giving himself a long, leisurely stroke.

Planning this out in his head, to drag it out just enough, to reward her for taking these steps with a spectacular finish.

No

Tease.

I think youd want to bend me over something too

I'm looking at the kitchen counter from here, Lucifer texted. Clear off the clutter...

Another shot, his fist wrapped around the tip of his cock, the counter in the distance.

The visual aids were very helpful.

(In stirring her desire in that weirdly safe way, yes, but also for keeping her grounded in this moment where she was here but he was taking a hand to himself for her elsewhere.)

Perfect for me to lean against
Sturdy
You could really go to town on fucking me

Hesitation, a pause. Three dots hanging while she found the right words.

I have new permanent protection too, so its skin to skin

That was one way to clue him in on her latest medical stuff, sure.

Lucifer's eyebrows slid up.

At least he knew better than to ask her many questions in this way, in this particular moment. Imagine how that would feel, he texted instead. You, wrapped around my bare skin...

He let out a soft groan.

Octavia had really been counting on him being able to stay on the horny track instead of getting into questions that could wait, so thanks for coming through, Lucifer.

Incidentally, she also made a tiny noise in the back of her throat, reading that. Her body still wanted, even when her brain got in the way.

Nothing between any squeeze or twitch or anything, just you & me, she sent back.

A whole new way for you to mess with me, Lucifer teased.

His hand moved fast now, with just a few flourishes here and there. He brought his phone up to film it, moving it around a bit so she could-- ah-- catch all the angles.

Driving me mad.

Current or future tense? Why not both? He sent the video.

A whole new way for you to make a mess of me

Look, the last time he'd spilled into her skin-to-skin lived rent-free in her head.

But anyway, that video was... nothing short of mesmerizing.

Close?

Yes

To both.

Lucifer dropped his head back and didn't waste any further time on texting. Just held his phone up to record himself as he spiraled closer and closer to completion.

Well. On his cock.

And on his face, eyes closed and tight with pleasure.

And back again.

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