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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Bit quieter now," Lucifer said.

He slipped off her and the sofa, walking to the nightstand.

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't hear a whole lot of talking out of you either, just now," Octavia drawled, just a little hoarse.

Her head stayed where it was, but her gaze followed him.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was philosophizing about what to put in you," Lucifer said, opening up a drawer. "And now I'm choosing what to put in you. Hm. Arse, or..."

[okteiviakom]

"You're going through a lot of trouble," Octavia rasped, stretching out on the couch a little more, acting like she'd barely heard him, "to prove my point about your lost gift for dirty talk."

[my_own_advocate]

"All you're proving is your ability to blow hot air while plugging your ears like a naughty teenager," Lucifer said idly, pulling something long and see-through from the drawer.

[okteiviakom]

Shrug. "It's not my fault you're failing."

[my_own_advocate]

"Am I?" Lucifer mused. "So you're not thinking about it at all? Feeling something thick sliding into you again?"

[okteiviakom]

"I asked you to talk to me," Octavia pointed out, as she pushed herself a little more upright on the couch again, "and you jumped straight to sticking things in me."