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]

"Octavia," Lucifer moaned, eyes shut. "Please."

His fingers clenched again, on nothing.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia breathed. Almost without meaning to.

She was transfixed.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's abdomen clenched visibly. He let out a strangled breath.

It didn't feel like coming, really. It wasn't nearly satisfying enough for that. Just a firm ripple of pleasure that made his muscles jump and shiver and forced a bead or two of liquid out of his cock. He whined, his chin dropping onto his chest.

[okteiviakom]

That was new.

And Octavia could only guess at what it felt like - beyond the frustration, anyway. That part seemed crystal clear, in a way that felt... the oddest kind of deeply satisfying, to her.

She spent a long moment just watching him, before finally turning the intensity of the toy still buried inside him down.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was breathing loudly. It felt somehow unfair, to be panting and trembling like this, and yet still feel so-- tense.

At least he could breathe now.

So he did.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia left the toy at the lowest setting, like a reminder.

But she was also propping herself up more, slowly sitting up as her gaze swept across his body.

[my_own_advocate]

It wasn't the first time he'd felt like this. It had just taken Lucifer a moment to come down and remember it.

(What he hadn't needed to remind himself of was that he trusted Octavia. That eventually, this would end in release.)

"Happy?" he asked, sounding hoarse.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia reached out, ran her hand slow and gentle over his side, onto his stomach.

"You were good."

There was no edge to her voice, now. It was all soft.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer breathed.

The softness snuck into his voice, too. What a wonder.

[okteiviakom]

"What do you need?"

Her hand rubbed gently at his skin.

Her rougher urged seemed to have had their fill.

[my_own_advocate]

"Anything of yours on my cock, darling," Lucifer said, managing a sweaty, wrecked, small smile for her.

[okteiviakom]

There was none of what might have been Octavia's usual snark about not having a more specific preference than that.

Just, "And what about the toy?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Take it out after," Lucifer murmured.

The only regret he had right now was that he couldn't touch her cheek.

[okteiviakom]

Couldn't have everything.

"Okay."

Octavia moved. Turned a little, so that their feet were finally all pointed in the same direction. She curled up against his side, tight, her head against his chest.

And her hand rubbed its way gently and slowly down his stomach, towards his cock.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled down at her. "All that," he said softly, before he could second-guess himself. "And look what's left behind."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny hum as her fingers wrapped around his length.

"Just me."

Just this side of her.

Her thumb brushed over the tip, smearing what little liquid his non-release release had managed.

[my_own_advocate]

The softest inhale.

"I love you."

[okteiviakom]

"I love you, too."

The strokes, when they started, were slow. But not too light.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had not anticipated how much relief hit him like a freight train. How the slowness was perfect, after the onslaught she'd just inflicted on him.

"So much," he gasped, eyes shutting again. "So much."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft hum again, and nuzzled at his chest a little, in the process of getting more comfortable.

The slowness seemed good to her, too. Focused and nice, all about care and touching him, neither of which had been a priority for the past several moments.

[my_own_advocate]

But they had been good for her. Lucifer was only beginning to parse that now, in this moment, with her like this.

He relaxed. In a way. Against her. Into it.

He let the gentler pressure push him upward. So to speak.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia focused on just this one thing. The motion of her hand, the feeling of his skin underneath it, the ways she could add to her strokes with a little extra pressure here, a rub from her thumb there.

The rising and falling of his chest under her head.

This whole thing had the weirdest feeling of being a comedown.

[my_own_advocate]

That rise and fall was getting quicker, more shallow, very quickly. They'd stretched this out too far, too long, and now even her hand - combined with the much gentler presence of weight within him - felt sweet.

Lucifer's breathing grew faster. He let out a soft moan, his hips rocking up gently into her touch.

Faster, too.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took it as her cue to meet his movement with her hand, to pick up her pace just a little.

She murmured some soothing nonsense as she did.

[my_own_advocate]

It shouldn't have been a surprise to him, how quickly it came - he came after that.

And yet still it was. Lucifer was spilling himself in pulses before the rest of him even really caught on, his hips pressing up into her hand one last time while his hands hung limp within the ropes.

It was a relief, sapping the tension out of every muscle in his body almost at once. He didn't cry out but whimpered, softly, glad.