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."

[[ for her, and doomed to go nsfw ]]

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okteiviakom

"What do you need?"

Her hand rubbed gently at his skin.

Her rougher urged seemed to have had their fill.

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my_own_advocate

"Anything of yours on my cock, darling," Lucifer said, managing a sweaty, wrecked, small smile for her.

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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?"

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my_own_advocate

"Take it out after," Lucifer murmured.

The only regret he had right now was that he couldn't touch her cheek.

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okteiviakom

Couldn't have everything.

"Okay."

Octavia moved. Turned a little, so that their feet were finally all pointed in the same direction. She curled up against his side, tight, her head against his chest.

And her hand rubbed its way gently and slowly down his stomach, towards his cock.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer smiled down at her. "All that," he said softly, before he could second-guess himself. "And look what's left behind."

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okteiviakom

Octavia gave a tiny hum as her fingers wrapped around his length.

"Just me."

Just this side of her.

Her thumb brushed over the tip, smearing what little liquid his non-release release had managed.

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my_own_advocate

The softest inhale.

"I love you."

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okteiviakom

"I love you, too."

The strokes, when they started, were slow. But not too light.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer had not anticipated how much relief hit him like a freight train. How the slowness was perfect, after the onslaught she'd just inflicted on him.

"So much," he gasped, eyes shutting again. "So much."

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okteiviakom

Octavia gave a soft hum again, and nuzzled at his chest a little, in the process of getting more comfortable.

The slowness seemed good to her, too. Focused and nice, all about care and touching him, neither of which had been a priority for the past several moments.

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my_own_advocate

But they had been good for her. Lucifer was only beginning to parse that now, in this moment, with her like this.

He relaxed. In a way. Against her. Into it.

He let the gentler pressure push him upward. So to speak.

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okteiviakom

Octavia focused on just this one thing. The motion of her hand, the feeling of his skin underneath it, the ways she could add to her strokes with a little extra pressure here, a rub from her thumb there.

The rising and falling of his chest under her head.

This whole thing had the weirdest feeling of being a comedown.

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my_own_advocate

That rise and fall was getting quicker, more shallow, very quickly. They'd stretched this out too far, too long, and now even her hand - combined with the much gentler presence of weight within him - felt sweet.

Lucifer's breathing grew faster. He let out a soft moan, his hips rocking up gently into her touch.

Faster, too.

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okteiviakom

Octavia took it as her cue to meet his movement with her hand, to pick up her pace just a little.

She murmured some soothing nonsense as she did.

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my_own_advocate

It shouldn't have been a surprise to him, how quickly it came - he came after that.

And yet still it was. Lucifer was spilling himself in pulses before the rest of him even really caught on, his hips pressing up into her hand one last time while his hands hung limp within the ropes.

It was a relief, sapping the tension out of every muscle in his body almost at once. He didn't cry out but whimpered, softly, glad.

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okteiviakom

Somehow Octavia wasn't surprised at all.

"Ai hod yu in.."

The noise he made was beautiful.

And she kept her strokes up until he was fully spent - and then, a couple more, much lighter, before her hand drew away and settled against his hip.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer was panting again, but it seemed softer, this time.

His eyes were still closed.

He looked-- at peace. Even with his wrists wrapped tight in ropes.

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okteiviakom

Octavia only remembered about the ropes when she made the effort to tilt her head up to see his face, and saw them, too.

Right. She should... make him more comfortable.

In a moment, when she wasn't taking in how his face looked, right in this moment. Because she didn't think she'd ever seen him quite like this, before.

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my_own_advocate

It was an odd feeling: all of him relaxed, yet something warm spreading in his chest.

"Ai hod yu in seintaim," Lucifer murmured.

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okteiviakom

"I know," Octavia breathed, with a smile that felt both fragile and completely out of her control.

He'd been so good for her tonight.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer let out another breath.

And then, quite easily, pulled himself out of the knots around his wrists. He needed his arms for something altogether more important: wrapping one around her, hugging her close.

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okteiviakom

Octavia couldn't help the huff of a chuckle at his easy escape.

But cuddling into the embrace seemed more important than anything she could have said about that.