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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okteiviakom

"No." Oh, she sounded faintly smug again. Probably because she had his attention right where she wanted it. "But in the best way."

It was a discomfort she could control, a discomfort of her own making. A discomfort that would respond well to her bringing the vibe where he was looking, the little buzzing prongs settling on either side of where she was most sensitive.

And, well. That was a pleased little moan, right there.

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my_own_advocate

"Good purchase?"

Oh, his voice was definitely stuck on 'low', now.

He slumped a little more into the ropes. His attention was elsewhere, after all.

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okteiviakom

Had he asked something?

Sorry, no, Octavia had no attention to spare. Too busy finding just the right spot, just the right setting for the vibrations.

Her eyes slid closed, not too long after. Noises slipped out with her exhales.

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my_own_advocate

Was she planning to just spend the evening coming in front of him? Lucifer swallowed, his gaze darting up to her face and back down again.

She was obscene, was what she was. Utter filth, with her curves and her mesh and her noises.

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okteiviakom

Maybe she was planning to spend the evening like that. Certainly seemed to be headed that way right now, at least. With her noises and her little squirms and the tilt of her hips up against the toy.

Clearly whoever had made the thing had had some right ideas. The pleasure seemed to be building fast. And Octavia was welcoming it happily, biting on her bottom lip, but not muffling a single damn one of the sounds that slipped out.

How else was he supposed to know how far gone she was already?

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my_own_advocate

Cruel.

Lucifer made an almost-- desperate little noise in the back of his throat. Fell out of him without him even realizing it.

He was fairly sure he could see her thighs trembling.

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okteiviakom

He could. And Octavia felt it too. And her quickened pulse, her heavy breathing. The coiling low in the pit of her stomach.

And somewhere right on the edges of it all, it was as if she could feel him watching her.

And that was the thought most on her mind when the building tension tipped over, all the rougher for how fast the build-up had been, sending her hips off the mattress for a second as if chasing the toy, before falling down again.

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my_own_advocate

"Oh," Lucifer exhaled, as if he was falling down with her. "Oh, Octavia."

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okteiviakom

Octavia slumped down the rest of the way, relaxing all over.

Well, almost all over, anyway. Muscles between her legs were still doing their own delightful thing as the release ebbed away at its own pace.

She found the energy to click the toy off before letting it lazily slip from her fingers onto the mattress by her hip.

"Mmm."

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my_own_advocate

"How many can you do in an hour, anyway?" Lucifer said, his attention still-- drawn to her gorgeous thighs.

And everything between them.

"Will be interesting finding out, I suppose."

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okteiviakom

Octavia hummed a vague, happy response.

Shh, she was basking.

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my_own_advocate

And Lucifer--

Well.

Some parts of his anatomy were aching, and something squeezed almost-painfully in his abdomen as he watched her. All sprawled out, spent and sweaty, still contained within all that leather and mesh.

He pushed his feet against the mattress, pressing himself back a little, trying to get some-- any relief from that bloody plug, at least.

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okteiviakom

The movement drew Octavia's attention. She looked over, flopped her hand against his thigh.

"Comfortable?"

Probably not, no.

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my_own_advocate

"Not in the slightest," Lucifer assured her, mouth curving into a faintly-- uncomfortable-- smile.

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okteiviakom

Octavia's smirk was a little on the softer side. But still.

"Poor Lucifer."

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my_own_advocate

"I don't suppose you're in the mood to lend a hand," Lucifer said lightly.

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okteiviakom

"No," Octavia replied, sweetly, by her standards.

The backs of her fingers brushed along the side of his hip, before her hand pulled away again.

(Slid somewhere else, idly looking for something.)

Edited Date: 28 Jan 2022 10:59 (UTC)

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer sighed, dropping his head back again. "Suppose I'll just remain strung-up here, then."

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okteiviakom

"Yeah."

Now, where was the little th--

Ah, there.

"It's a good chance to practice being good." The idle tone masked the distraction, there.

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my_own_advocate

"Planning to leave me here all by my lonesome all night?" Lucifer asked.

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okteiviakom

"Don't be dramatic," Octavia sighed, "you're not by your lonesome."

Because she was here, you know? There was nothing else she would mean by that.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer let out a soft laugh. "Mm, true, you'll debauch yourself in my presence, there's that."

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okteiviakom

"Exactly," Octavia said, and stretched out a little more, luxurious and lazy.

And pressed the button on the remote hidden on her palm.

Oh, yeah. Not only were there rotating beads in the neck of the plug, but the tip also vibrated. Both of which were now happening, all of a sudden, at the lowest setting.