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]

"What?" Octavia asked, light and oh so innocent.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, you know what you did," Lucifer said, shifting into it.

It wasn't nearly enough.

[okteiviakom]

There were six levels of intensity.

Octavia clicked him up to two -- no, three. To give him something a little more pronounced.

"Well," she drawled, "you didn't feel like looking at the box, so..." So, this was the most fun she could have with relaying the information another way.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh. Yes. That was-- mmm.

Lucifer moaned softly. "Clearly you no longer need my help picking things out," he sighed.

[okteiviakom]

"Help, no," Octavia agreed easily. "Company and opinions, yes. Sometimes."

She shifted lazily onto her side, propping her head up with one arm, the remote in her other hand. She was watching him, and smiling. Taking in the sight of him like this.

[my_own_advocate]

Squirming in place and tugging a bit on the ropes? A flush was beginning to form across his chest.

The little beads kneaded against him, all pressure and yet almost like suction; the vibration, well. That just pressed against something very, very good.

"Ngh."

He wanted to touch himself. Very badly. Good thing about those ropes, really.

[okteiviakom]

That was beautiful.

"Good purchase?" Octavia asked, sweetly, like a brat with the upper hand - the upper hand that held the remote.

Click: four.

[my_own_advocate]

Another spark of pleasure shot up through him from right-- there-- within himself.

"Yes," Lucifer whimpered. "Wouldn't-- mind-- putting your mouth where our money is, w-would you?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia found herself wishing she'd left her phone somewhere within reach, because this - him, like this - just begged to be put on video.

But oh well. Guess she had to just really focus on committing all this to memory herself.

"Why would I do that?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because... I'd really like it?" Lucifer managed.

A Devil couldn't come on a rimming buttplug alone, as much as it was making his toes curl and his legs move a bit restlessly against the sheets.

[okteiviakom]

Was he forgetting Octavia was intent on torturing him?

"Hmm."

She didn't sound convinced.

[my_own_advocate]

"Please?" he sighed.

[okteiviakom]

Was clicking the toy up to the next setting an answer?

Because she did that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blew out a loud breath. He yanked on the rope again, without fully realizing it (though enough to keep his strength contained). "Right, right, right, right," he babbled.

[okteiviakom]

The motion drew Octavia's gaze up his arm to his wrist. "There's one more setting," she told him easily.

It wasn't a promise of anything.

[my_own_advocate]

"Is there," Lucifer mumbled.

It was already becoming close to too much.

[okteiviakom]

"There is," Octavia said, in that same easy, light tone. "Would you like to try it?"

Odds were it wasn't going to matter what he said.

[my_own_advocate]

"That may kill me at the moment," Lucifer muttered.

It wasn't just because of the toy, really.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny hum.

And then: "Let's find out."

Click.

[my_own_advocate]

...Yes. Definitely too much.

Lucifer's fingers clenched together into fists as a too-intense sensation seemed to travel straight from his arse to his cock. He groaned, legs shifting a bit underneath him, but there was nowhere to go.

Just that bloody thing, massaging him, rumbling too harshly against sensitive nerves.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia...

Watched him, as he struggled with it.

(There was a weird feeling in her chest. She would not be looking too closely at it.)

[my_own_advocate]

He knew she was watching him. Could tell there was-- something, in her expression, something that went right down to his cock and made it worse.

Could he come like this? Lucifer didn't have the wherewithal right now to dig far enough into his memory. Instead he moaned, still shifting, haphazard, unsure whether to get away from the bloody thing or sink into it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing, did nothing. Which was not to say she didn't think at all about doing things, because she absolutely had a few very vivid thoughts about what it would be like if she gave him a hand right now, or her mouth.

But she wanted to see how this went. Whether he would keep resisting, or give in, and whether that would amount to anything. So she stayed just as she was, quiet, still, observing.

Didn't even feel right, or necessary, to even taunt him right now.

[my_own_advocate]

She... she wasn't doing anything.

Lucifer whimpered at the thought, trying to get some purchase on-- anything by planting his feet firmly on the mattress. "Are you just-- are you," he stammered.

And another moan, entirely unplanned. He wasn't even sure if he was resisting or giving in or doing both at once, honestly; it wasn't as if he could get away from this.

Something entirely too sharp to be a proper orgasm was building.

[okteiviakom]

And she wasn't doing anything.

Just said, "Yes." It sounded a little hoarse, somehow. Like her throat was tight, like her chest was tight.