betterthanaplan | The Cape Rouge "day spa", Sunday

It had taken some doing, but Duke had managed to get his hands on some outrageously expensive skincare products to lavish on Lucifer during his "spa" pampering, and he'd done his best to prep both the pillow room and the sauna on board the Rouge to match. He'd picked up some lotus silk pillow cases, and 700 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets for the massage table (so he wouldn't slide off when things got hot and sweaty).

All of it in silver, champagne, white with occasional pops of jewel tones, to match the color scheme of the white caviar pearl infused cremes and lotions.

Duke really hoped Lucifer liked it. He was only just realizing as he looked at it checking for any final touches needed that it might be a little too 'Silver City' for full relaxation.

He decided to go get Octavia and Lucifer before he could go full neurotic on that question.

[For the partners! And likely slow play somehow even with all three of us in the same timezone for once!]

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okteiviakom

Octavia watched. And picked up her abandoned glass of juice from earlier, to finally finish it.

Staying hydrated was important.

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betterthanaplan

“Promises, promises,” Duke said, wiggling his ass. He flicked an eyebrow at Octavia. “Your turn to watch, Tavi?”

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer slid his hand further down, and leaned in to kiss Duke's lower back.

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okteiviakom

"Well, you're just so pretty together."

That much was definitely true. Just look at her gaze following Lucifer's lean.

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betterthanaplan

Duke shivered, rocking back a little into Lucifer’s grip.

“We’ll have to give you a good one, this time.”

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my_own_advocate

"Suppose we should," Lucifer agreed, grinning.

He followed the arc of Duke's spine with his mouth, pressing himself up against Duke's behind. "Now, I believe I made a few promises to you..."

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okteiviakom

Octavia...

Went to refill her glass. Make it a proper mimosa, this time.

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betterthanaplan

“You did,” Duke gasped.

But Octavia walking away was hard to miss.

“But — I think, uh.” He shook his head a little. “Think we might be losing our audience a bit.”

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my_own_advocate

Rule number one of Octavia taking a moment was to not call attention to Octavia taking a moment unless it lasted longer than a minute.

Lucifer sighed, and glanced over his shoulder. Sliding back a bit, because the position they were in could very quickly start feeling foolish. "Octavia?"

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okteiviakom

'Walking away' was a bit too harsh for maybe one and a half steps, even with the turn at the end that left them looking at her back. Octavia wasn't that stupid.

(Not that that seemed to have helped any.)

"Getting a refill," she rasped, raising her glass demonstratively to the side of her where they could see it, half-full with orange juice. "Keep going."

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betterthanaplan

Duke was in a vulnerable position, okay? So when something shook him out of the moment, he was going to check on it.

He was also going to do his best to take her at her word though.

“Cool.” He flicked a grin back at Lucifer. “You heard the lady.”

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer laughed softly. "Going, going," he said, and leaned back over Duke, biting down quite happily on his shoulder.

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okteiviakom

Octavia was very careful not to let any of her wave of relief show in her posture. At least she'd managed to keep from poisoning this for everyone. For now, at least.

Champagne went into her glass, filling it up the rest of the way.

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betterthanaplan

Another way to do that would be to explain what went off for her so they could readjust. But she’d never been the best at doing that in the moment.

Duke bit back a whine when Lucifer bit down, then gasped.

“Hair,” he said. “Tug the hair.”

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my_own_advocate

The only way she was good at that was if they'd stop the whole affair, have a misunderstanding, then follow up with a long conversation. And-- in his subconscious, Lucifer knew he'd feel terrible about taking her out of the moment if he did.

Which would, in turn, make Duke feel terrible.

So he was choosing not to think about it, for once.

He laughed softly. "Oh, now you're demanding," he teased-- as he wound one hand in Duke's hair and gave it a firm tug.

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okteiviakom

The misunderstanding part was optional, but yes, see, that was exactly Octavia's logic. The poison, once allowed to spread, would just kill this for everyone. Better to just hoard it to herself.

Two out of three wasn't bad, anyway.

Her glass now full almost to the brim, she turned again, to watch them.

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betterthanaplan

“It’s called —“ Duke started. Then lost the end of his comeback in a garbled moan of pleasure.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer chuckled, low in his throat. "Mm," he said, "Yes, it is."

He pressed his face into Duke's exposed neck and bit down.

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betterthanaplan

Duke let out another gasp. “You two are . . . very into biting,” he observed, amused.

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my_own_advocate

"You are very into being bitten," Lucifer teased. "Among other things..."

He gave Duke's hair another tug, as his other hand snaked between Duke's legs.

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betterthanaplan

“Well, there is —“ Another sentence lost in groans and pants.

He should probably just stop trying to talk back, huh.

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okteiviakom

But he was so nice to listen to. And Octavia was trying to use that - among all the other things - to draw her back into the moment. It was --

Well, it wasn't going great. She still kind of felt like putting all her clothes back on. Slightly less like wishing there was any way she could leave the room without stomping their fun to death in the process. So, progress? Baby steps.

But they had her full attention, every inch of both of them.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer drew a long wet line along Duke's spine with his tongue. He rocked his hips into Duke's, but Lucifer's focus was mainly on the motion of his own hand.

"...kinks?" he filled in, a little ragged gasp in his own voice. "Plenty of those."

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betterthanaplan

That wasn’t what Duke was going to say, but it worked, so he just whined an agreement, rocking back against Lucifer himself, and arching his back a bit to give him more room to play with.

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okteiviakom

Octavia watched the movement over the edge of her glass, the way the muscles in his waist moved with the arching.

Glanced at what little she could see of Lucifer's face.