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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[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."

[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."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hummed a vague, happy response.

Shh, she was basking.

[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.

[okteiviakom]

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

"Comfortable?"

Probably not, no.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

"Poor Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[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.)

[my_own_advocate]

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

[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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[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.

[my_own_advocate]

"And," Lucifer started.

...and did he feel something? Moving. Kneading very gently against sensitive skin. "...Oh, you sly little minx," he sighed.

[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.