my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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."

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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."

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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."

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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?

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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."

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my_own_advocate

Mm, the threat a nail could imply.

"Promises," he sighed.

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okteiviakom

Octavia rolled her eyes at him.

And squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the toy.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer smiled at her.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.)

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okteiviakom

Octavia glanced up.

Pushed a little further, this time. Slooowly.

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my_own_advocate

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

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

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okteiviakom

Yes, hello.

"Is there a problem?"

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my_own_advocate

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

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okteiviakom

"That's what I thought."

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

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my_own_advocate

She brushed past something good this time.

Lucifer dropped his head back and whimpered.

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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."