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]

The lube, for a start, which she tossed carelessly onto the bed.

After that, though, she paused and tilted her head, seemingly to ponder her options.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sank back into the mattress, legs outstretched. He looked remarkably casual for a man with a hard-on that sizable.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced over, with a pointed (but slow) look down his naked body.

"It doesn't look like you have a penny stashed anywhere."

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I'm rather underdressed," Lucifer allowed, "Unlike you."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't have any pennies, either."

Ha, ha.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hilarious," Lucifer sighed, and dropped his head back.

He badly wanted to touch himself already.

[okteiviakom]

"If you must know," Octavia rasped, turning her attention back on the drawer, "I'm trying to decide just how much I want to torment you."

[my_own_advocate]

"That sounds difficult," Lucifer said, his hand oh-so-casually drifting to the source of his frustration.

[okteiviakom]

"Sort of," Octavia drawled, digging something up. "There are several different levels of torment."

He was going to make it easy if he kept going, though.

[my_own_advocate]

He was happy to help!

"You've really thought this through," Lucifer said, sliding his fingers along his thigh.

[okteiviakom]

"You know me, I do that."

[my_own_advocate]

"True."

And his hand slid up to touch himself.

Oops.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head turned a beat or two later.

Oh.

There was the sharper look again, the drier note to her voice. "So that's how little your 'I think I can manage' was worth, huh? Figures."

[my_own_advocate]

There were Sundays for being good.

This, apparently, was a Sunday for pushing her a little bit, just to see what would happen.

"Hm?" Lucifer asked innocently, his fingers curling around his length. (Relief.)

[okteiviakom]

"Get your hand away from your dick," Octavia said. Calm, but sharper, more commanding. "Now."

[my_own_advocate]

Well.

Lucifer's hand fell away instantly, landing uselessly on the bed.

[okteiviakom]

"Not good enough," Octavia decided, leaning back to the drawer.

Oh, yes, the ropes were coming out, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia..." Lucifer protested.

Sure.

[okteiviakom]

"That's weak."

She almost sounded offended.

She also dumped more than just the ropes on the bed, but the rest was obscured by her body as she moved, reaching for his wrist again.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can keep my hands to myself," Lucifer protested, but he let her take his wrist none the less.

[okteiviakom]

Yeah, that rope was wrapping around his wrist.

"Don't make me call you a liar."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm not lying."

Loopholing, yes. Lying, no.

[okteiviakom]

You know what, Octavia was going to make this one tight. Instead of replying.

(Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough to be uncomfortable. Or at least that was what she was going for: it was an imperfect art.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft grunt. The fabric dug into his skin a bit; he wasn't used to feeling it this way when someone tied him up.

Did it hurt? Or was it just uncomfortable? Even he couldn't tell.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes flicked up to his face, briefly.

But they had a safe word for a reason. She kept going, making sure her knots were solid.