Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Not sleeping with Octavia for two days had seemed like a tolerable proposition after the initial suggestion of five entire days (oh lord). In practice, though, it was its own form of Hell.

So there had definitely been a bit of fumbling with the keys (and the take-out). And a bit of... rushing through the food part.

"We certainly ordered too much rice," he said, only halfway through his pad thai (sigh). "Who knew such a thing was possible."

[[ for her, and doomed to go nsfw ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't seem impressed. "Not take matters into your own hands --" Literally. "-- for one thing."

But she was moving back to all the things she'd dug up from the drawer, now.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her move, head tilted, curious.

"Found anything good?"

[okteiviakom]

"Found this."

She was holding up the toy he'd tossed in the basket at the store without looking at it. Looked like a pretty basic plug, honestly.

(If only because the remote control was hidden under her other things in the folds of the sheets, and the beads the remote would make rotate were hidden under the surface of the toy's neck.)

"I think you might need it. You're clearly desperate for some stimulation."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head even further. No, he didn't quite recognize that. "Not quite the part of me that needs it the most," he said, "But I'm hardly in an position to argue."

He gave a demonstrative tug on the rope.

[okteiviakom]

"And you haven't earned what you need the most," Octavia replied, dryly, but also distracted.

She hadn't actually taken a moment to admire her handiwork, yet. And it turned out he looked good all tied up.

[my_own_advocate]

He looked as relaxed as he could in this position. The ropes were tight enough Lucifer could feel them straining against him, keeping his arms in place. He was still together enough to manage a faintly smug smile, and his legs were sprawled all over the bed.

"Suppose you did do all the work earlier."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, and you choose to waste every moment where you could score some points," Octavia rasped, shaking off her admiration in favor of picking up the lube.

And then she was shifting again, to put herself between his legs. "Come on. Legs up."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer considered asking her if there were points to be scored, but... he'd done enough antagonizing for now, hadn't he?

He fell silent, sliding towards her just a bit so he could raise his legs more fully. She did need access, didn't she?

[okteiviakom]

She did.

Even if she spent a brief moment idly dragging her nails down one of his thighs, before popping the lube open.

"I'm not gonna bother with a ton of warm-up, here."

[my_own_advocate]

Mm, the threat a nail could imply.

"Promises," he sighed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes at him.

And squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the toy.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled at her.

The shape of his lips was still very unbothered, but he was watching her... very... closely.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't looking at him.

... Octavia wasn't looking at his face. Well, not for longer than a glance, anyway. Right after she'd spread the lube all over the plug, and right before the tip of the toy pressed at his entrance.

There was going to be a balance to this. She was going to take it gentle and slow, but only just gentle and slow enough.

[my_own_advocate]

That inhale was just the quietest thing. But it was audible. It was the first thing she'd actually done to-- well, the parts of Lucifer that were sensitive right now, and it hit him harder than he'd expected.

Hard enough he had to catch himself before he'd do something stupid like rocking into it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia heard the inhale, because of course: as uncaring a front as she was putting up, all her focus was on him and his reactions.

Her lips curved faintly on one side.

The plug pressed into him a little more. Then eased back, only for the pressure to return.

[my_own_advocate]

Rude. An exhale, now, louder. He looked down at her, the look on her face... the thing in her hand.

It would feel sweet once it was all the way in. Lucifer knew that already. (Shouldn't be thinking about it, it would ruin him quickly.)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced up.

Pushed a little further, this time. Slooowly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Is this what we call no warm-up?"

Oh, hello, light strain in Lucifer's voice.

[okteiviakom]

Yes, hello.

"Is there a problem?"

[my_own_advocate]

"...no," Lucifer said. "No, none at all."

[okteiviakom]

"That's what I thought."

Another insistent, slow push followed. Just that little bit further.

[my_own_advocate]

She brushed past something good this time.

Lucifer dropped his head back and whimpered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia loved that sound.

"I guess the smartass comments are done," she rasped, her tiny smirk audible. The toy repeated the same movement again as it had until now: back a little, easing the stretch some, then in again. "Not a lot left now."

[my_own_advocate]

"I still have a few in me, I think," Lucifer sighed, squirming ever-so-slightly against the sheets.

[okteiviakom]

"Of course you do."

Puuush.