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]

Was clicking the toy up to the next setting an answer?

Because she did that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blew out a loud breath. He yanked on the rope again, without fully realizing it (though enough to keep his strength contained). "Right, right, right, right," he babbled.

[okteiviakom]

The motion drew Octavia's gaze up his arm to his wrist. "There's one more setting," she told him easily.

It wasn't a promise of anything.

[my_own_advocate]

"Is there," Lucifer mumbled.

It was already becoming close to too much.

[okteiviakom]

"There is," Octavia said, in that same easy, light tone. "Would you like to try it?"

Odds were it wasn't going to matter what he said.

[my_own_advocate]

"That may kill me at the moment," Lucifer muttered.

It wasn't just because of the toy, really.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny hum.

And then: "Let's find out."

Click.

[my_own_advocate]

...Yes. Definitely too much.

Lucifer's fingers clenched together into fists as a too-intense sensation seemed to travel straight from his arse to his cock. He groaned, legs shifting a bit underneath him, but there was nowhere to go.

Just that bloody thing, massaging him, rumbling too harshly against sensitive nerves.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia...

Watched him, as he struggled with it.

(There was a weird feeling in her chest. She would not be looking too closely at it.)

[my_own_advocate]

He knew she was watching him. Could tell there was-- something, in her expression, something that went right down to his cock and made it worse.

Could he come like this? Lucifer didn't have the wherewithal right now to dig far enough into his memory. Instead he moaned, still shifting, haphazard, unsure whether to get away from the bloody thing or sink into it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing, did nothing. Which was not to say she didn't think at all about doing things, because she absolutely had a few very vivid thoughts about what it would be like if she gave him a hand right now, or her mouth.

But she wanted to see how this went. Whether he would keep resisting, or give in, and whether that would amount to anything. So she stayed just as she was, quiet, still, observing.

Didn't even feel right, or necessary, to even taunt him right now.

[my_own_advocate]

She... she wasn't doing anything.

Lucifer whimpered at the thought, trying to get some purchase on-- anything by planting his feet firmly on the mattress. "Are you just-- are you," he stammered.

And another moan, entirely unplanned. He wasn't even sure if he was resisting or giving in or doing both at once, honestly; it wasn't as if he could get away from this.

Something entirely too sharp to be a proper orgasm was building.

[okteiviakom]

And she wasn't doing anything.

Just said, "Yes." It sounded a little hoarse, somehow. Like her throat was tight, like her chest was tight.

[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?"