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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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made sure not to go too fast, too eager, even though he felt like it. This wasn't for him.

Finally he let his shirt fall to the foor. Removed his shoes with a few easy movements, and then unbuttoned his trousers.

He took a moment pushing them down his legs, then stepped out of them. He was hard, and made no effort to hide it or call attention to it.

[okteiviakom]

That was beautiful, too.

Octavia wanted to touch him. But that didn't really go with the plans she had, faint and changeable though they were. So... She just let her gaze linger for a moment longer.

Then inclined her head towards the bed. "Now get on your back."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer felt a sudden and almost irresistible urge to kiss her, in all her powerful glory. But he resisted, his gaze straying past her mouth for just a moment before he acquiesced, sitting down on the mattress before he slid backwards, onto his back, his eyes on the ceiling.

(Part of him was already looking forward to holding her afterwards, and he didn't know how to feel about it.)

[okteiviakom]

"Now," Octavia rasped, following him to the bed, getting just one knee on the edge of it for now, "will you be able to keep your hands to yourself without anything to help you?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blew out a breath. "I think I can manage."

Well. Hoped.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, you can guess what will happen if you won't."

The other knee ended up on the bed, too.

(The straps pressed against her as she moved. She'd missed it.)

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll be good," Lucifer promised, softer.

He felt the bed dip further under her weight, and something squeezed pleasantly in his abdomen.

(Perhaps he should have asked for ropes, just for the fun of it.)

[okteiviakom]

"That's your job, yeah," Octavia rasped, but quietly.

She lingered where she was, kneeling, for a while. Just to watch him like this, just to take her time just enjoying the sight of him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft sigh when he realized nothing else was forthcoming, and stretched his arms above his head.

No reason.

[okteiviakom]

Just like everything else here happened for no reason at all.

"Getting comfortable?" Octavia rasped.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just making sure I'm limber," Lucifer said brightly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's voice did not sound anything close to bright.

"Did I tell you to?"

[my_own_advocate]

"...No," Lucifer allowed. He dropped back onto the mattress, keeping his limbs loose.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia agreed. Then she paused for a beat, as if to think it over, and then: "I think you need something to focus on."

She was moving again. But slow.

[my_own_advocate]

"Such as?" Lucifer asked.

He probably shouldn't be asking.

[okteiviakom]

"Something to shut you up."

He'd thought about her riding him in all her mesh-and-leather glory, right? And that was precisely what she planned to do.

Just, not his dick.

She was moving to straddle his face.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said, with surprised delight. His arms came up as he reached for her hips as soon as he could feel them.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let him get away with that for as long as it took for her to maneuver herself where her legs were on either side of his head.

And then her hands grabbed at his wrists.

"No."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a loud exhale. His hands relaxed, and then so did the muscles in his arms, going slack in surrender.

[okteiviakom]

"Are we getting pouty again?" Octavia rasped.

While slowly bringing his hands down to where she could press his wrists against the mattress, above his head.

[my_own_advocate]

"...No," Lucifer said, licking his lips without realizing it. "No, no pouting."

[okteiviakom]

"Because you need those lips for something else."

That was all the warning he was going to get, before Octavia shifted that last little bit, and that convenient spot of missing mesh between her legs was right above his mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. It wasn't like he didn't know what to do. Not that there was much Lucifer could do, besides tilt his head just so and offer her his lips and tongue.

[okteiviakom]

That was all he was really expected to do, either. So it worked out.

It was pretty clear right from the get-go, from the very first grinding movement, that Octavia intended to use him. And wasn't about to be gentle about it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wasn't about to argue. Not at all. He could smell the leather on her, mixing with the rest of her scent. He wanted--

Well, he wanted to take his hands out of her grasp and grip her, give her his mouth, but she didn't want to let him. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat, and just tried to press into what she was asking, drawing his tongue between her folds when she pressed into him.