Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had certainly been a complicated week, hadn't it? Luckily, it had ended before the weekend, and Lucifer, Duke and Octavia had had all Saturday to recover.

That didn't mean Lucifer hadn't been slightly surprised that Octavia was still game for date night. But he had grasped it with every bit of enthusiasm he could foster. And yes, that did mean dinner had featured a genuinely ridiculous amount of tropical fruit.

"Suppose I should've put a protein in there," he mused, settling back and eyeing his empty dessert bowl with satisfaction.

[[ for her and sp. eta: nsfw-bound... ish? ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia mumbled a few things that may have been 'objection' and 'proof'.

Also tried to bite his thumb, so. There was that.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, she managed that much.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed. He slid back without removing his hand. "If you must," he said, yanking on one of her legs with the other.

[okteiviakom]

At least it was only a nip, really?

Octavia snickered, and let him do what he wanted. For now.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm going to put myself in your mouth, and you're going to make sure I'm hard," Lucifer informed her, sliding up her body. "After that, we'll think about what I put in you, shall we?"

[okteiviakom]

This was an extremely clever, snarky retort Octavia had, about how he'd just said that he was already about to put something in her.

Too bad about the continued mumble.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pushed his robe aside, settling in front of her face. He was, as true to his word, still largely soft - though that was already beginning to change.

And, also true to his word, he slid himself into her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Well, at least Octavia didn't fight that. She also knew better than to try and bite him here.

She gave a tiny, almost intrigued hum as her tongue gave his cock a little experimental swirl in her mouth. He was usually much harder than this to start with. It was new.

[my_own_advocate]

It was a touch new for the two of them. Lucifer found he rather liked the game of it. He grunted, soft but still audible. "That's how little work you've done so far," he said. "How does it feel?"

[okteiviakom]

There was just no way to brattily say 'soft' and have it be at all clear under these circumstances (he seemed so heavy in her mouth like this, somehow), but Octavia tried anyway.

The lengthy hum added to the end may have been for his benefit.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled, low and dark. "Didn't understand a word of that," he said. "Good."

He let his hips give just-- the slightest-- little roll.

[okteiviakom]

It pushed him a little further, and Octavia made a soft noise accordingly, adjusting.

But, fine. Guess she could play nice long enough to give him some more of her tongue. A little lacking in finesse, but she could still try and find good spots to rub.

[my_own_advocate]

And just like that, Lucifer hardened further in her mouth. He let out a little sigh, a less-- planned-- noise.

[okteiviakom]

Goooood.

Octavia gave a little noise of her own. Sounded like a chuckle. But before he hd a chance to get too affronted, she gave him a little suck.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, that's good," Lucifer breathed. He slid a hand into her hair, gripping it gently. "Mm, yes, keep going."

[okteiviakom]

Oh, hand in her hair, that was always a good time. So Octavia obliged, giving several long pulses more, even letting her cheeks hollow out with it a time or two.

Just so he couldn't say she wasn't putting in the effort.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh yes," Lucifer gasped. He was-- certainly hard now, and he rocked gently into her mouth once to prove it.

Mm. Yes.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was intimately aware of just how hard he was, yes. And proud, too. Probably smug.

She made an obscene little purring noise around him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Should I fuck you with that?" Lucifer mused, a little breathless. "Or should I-- ah-- find something interesting to put in you?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia --

Waggled her eyebrows.

He had no one but himself and Duke to blame.

[my_own_advocate]

"Brat," Lucifer said.

And thrust into her mouth again, just because.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's snicker had something of a choked-off quality about it, for obvious reasons.

Worth it, though.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pushed forward one-- last-- time. And lingered there a bit. He knew it would be right around the edge of uncomfortable.

[okteiviakom]

He wasn't wrong. Octavia... endured. Swallowed, even though she knew that didn't necessarily make it more comfortable.

Everyone could have a little lapse into being good.

[my_own_advocate]

"There," Lucifer said.

And then-- seemingly careless-- retreated.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia coughed a little.

Licked her lips.