sex in the stacks

Ira Walsh || 1790s Irish Revolutionary || Succubus || Librarian

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“Well—“ Ira said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the turn the conversation was taking, and shifting slighting in Summer’s arms. “I…we were sleeping together. Pretty often. He had the same thing going with the demonic protection, or whatever, super annoying, but essentially I told him I knew about his pet genie, he freaked out and then moved out literally the next day,” he said, rolling his eyes. “As if his stupid genie was a secret, anyway.”

Calm down. “What do you mean?” Summer asks, playing with some flocks on Ira’s head. “How wasn’t it a secret?’

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“Literally everyone has met Lochlan. Don’t tell me you haven’t— tall, skinny, nerdy looking white guy? Plus he doesn’t hide the fact he’s a genie, making books materialize out of thin air, floating off the ground, you know? Like, it’s not hard to guess,” he said, trailing his fingers over Summer’s still-glistening chest. “I don’t know that he was even trying to hide it.”

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Ira laughs as Summer smacks his hand, taking that moment to curl up closer with him. Fuck. Maybe Emerson was right about the cuddling thing. He usually didn’t do this, but…it was kind of nice? “You, like, name dropped him super hard at the front desk. i was just curious,” he said. 

“In my experience people are only curious when that name means something to them. What does Emmerson Tilley mean to you?”

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“Well—“ Ira said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the turn the conversation was taking, and shifting slighting in Summer’s arms. “I...we were sleeping together. Pretty often. He had the same thing going with the demonic protection, or whatever, super annoying, but essentially I told him I knew about his pet genie, he freaked out and then moved out literally the next day,” he said, rolling his eyes. “As if his stupid genie was a secret, anyway.”

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svmmerbyrd:

Summer slaps the hand, but keeps it over his chest. “We’ve met while exchanging the keys. He’s the one who rented the place out to me. Why?”

Ira laughs as Summer smacks his hand, taking that moment to curl up closer with him. Fuck. Maybe Emerson was right about the cuddling thing. He usually didn’t do this, but...it was kind of nice? “You, like, name dropped him super hard at the front desk. i was just curious,” he said. 

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svmmerbyrd:

“But if you don’t take care of the vessel won’t it die?” he asks, pinching Ira’s backside, because he’s obviously not done teasing it.

“I mean, yeah,” Ira said with a little laugh as Summer pinched his ass, halfheartedly batting his hand away. “But I also don’t usually eat normal human food, so...like, to be fair, that should kill my vessel too, right? But it hasn’t yet. I dunno.” He paused for a moment, walking his fingers up Summer’s chest and giving his nipple a little revenge tweak before asking, cautiously, “How do you know Emerson Tilley?”

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svmmerbyrd:

“You never tried water?” he asks, pausing his strokes to look at the demon.

“Of course I’ve tried water, genius,” Ira said with a startled laugh, gently shoving Summer’s side. “I’ve never tried depriving a demon of water and seeing what happens. I mean, technically, my vessel needs water to survive, but...I don't.” 

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svmmerbyrd:

Because of the cockiness, Summer makes sure to be extra rough with Ira today. There’s no holding back with the smacks, and even less holding back when he starts fucking the demon a while later. 

There’s all sorts of bruising on the almost-white skin by the time they’re done, and Summer strokes the male’s sweaty head lazily. “Can your kind die of dehydration?”

So maybe Ira was being a little bit of a brat. The rough treatment wasn’t much of a punishment for him though-- rather, it was quite exciting. Ira made that very clear though his unrestrained moaning and whimpering and begging.

When all’s said and done, the pair are laid out on Ira’s couch, Ira tucked up under Summer’s arm as he pets his hair lazily. “Mm...I mean, I’ve never tried it. Maybe?”

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drxmbxlawal:

Monty wasn’t the biggest fan of people he didn’t know personally touching him. In fact, he didn’t like it at all. Not to mention that this stranger looked especially young and, as the kids say, the professor couldn’t help but be triggered. Many educators got in more trouble for less.

He was just about to walk past the scene, flipping through a manila folder of reports from one of his summer classes he involuntarily tuned out anything and everything that didn’t concern Physical Chemistry II. That is until he was grabbed, papers jostling.

He deduced, that now would not be the proper time to admit he had never seen this man in his life.

“……..Yes.”

He glanced at the stranger, “Right. This small man…” Slowly shaking his arm away and out of the man’s grasp, “– Lives across the hall from me and I am… appalled you would even think to question him, sir. And just after he’s returned from hospice.”

The front desk guy-- Jack, as his name tag indicated, frowned a little bit at the less than convincing show from the guy Ira had dragged in front of him, and Ira realized that if he wanted someone to vouch for him, maybe grabbing a nerdy looking guy who probably had never broken a rule in his life was not the way to go. Too late, though, and Jack said, with raised eyebrows, “Yeah? And what’s this small man’s name?”

“It’s I--” Ira began, impatient and trying to cover for the other guy.

“No, no, no, not you.” Jack made intent eye contact with the professor, face deadly serious. “What’s his name?”

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So maybe Ira was a little bit wet. That was none of Summer’s business, frankly. With the same pouty attitude, Ira bent himself over the couch, ass up, wiggling his hips a little to make those perfect cheeks bounce.

“Am I supposed to take those pants off you myself?” Summer grunts, taking his shirt off, while his cock makes a tent in front of his pants. 

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“Well, I was hoping you’d tear them off of me, sport,” Ira said with another teasing grin, before straightening up and efficiently stripping himself, bending over the arm of the couch once more, now completely naked. “I’m hearing a lot of talk and not feeling a lot of spanking.”

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Ira pulls out the biggest pout, complete with puppy dog eyes, as Summer bats his hand away.

However, Ira is starting to get hard too as Summer manhandles him out of the elevator and into his apartment, letting out an all-too eager moan as he’s thrown down onto the couch. “Five whole spanks?” he asked, looking up at Summer again with that big pouty face. “I was just being helpful.”

“Like hell you were. I bet your slutty little ass is already pulsing, knowing what’s about to happen to it. Now turn around like a good little demon and lean over the back of the couch.”

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So maybe Ira was a little bit wet. That was none of Summer’s business, frankly. With the same pouty attitude, Ira bent himself over the couch, ass up, wiggling his hips a little to make those perfect cheeks bounce.

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Ira gave a devious little smile, shrugging innocently as he began to unzip Summer’s pants, the quiet noise hidden underneath the cheerful elevator music, getting his hand around Summer’s perfect dick and beginning to stroke.

Summer laughs, smacks the hand away and pulls his fly up. “You’ll pay for that.”

Their floor couldn’t come fast enough. Once it does, Summer drags Ira out by the elbow and as soon as they are inside his place, he throws the succubi on the couch. “I think that little stunt is worth five spanks.”

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Ira pulls out the biggest pout, complete with puppy dog eyes, as Summer bats his hand away.

However, Ira is starting to get hard too as Summer manhandles him out of the elevator and into his apartment, letting out an all-too eager moan as he’s thrown down onto the couch. “Five whole spanks?” he asked, looking up at Summer again with that big pouty face. “I was just being helpful.”

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“Well! Doesn’t that just make me the luckiest boy in the world,” Ira said, oddly pleased that no one else had touched Summer’s perfect dick since he had left, reaching down between his legs and giving Summer’s aforementioned cock a gentle stroke through his pants. “Maybe,” he said, really not wanting to talk about Lucifer’s dastardly plans when he was so close to getting laid.

Summer glances down, then towards the newcomer in the elevator, then back at Ira. He raises his eyebrows in a silent question.

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Ira gave a devious little smile, shrugging innocently as he began to unzip Summer’s pants, the quiet noise hidden underneath the cheerful elevator music, getting his hand around Summer’s perfect dick and beginning to stroke.

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svmmerbyrd:

“No. Was saving it for you. You’re very welcome.” The elevator stops to let a woman in, but Summer acts like it’s just background noise. “Maybe he needs more. Now that the other party is up in arms about him.”

“Well! Doesn’t that just make me the luckiest boy in the world,” Ira said, oddly pleased that no one else had touched Summer’s perfect dick since he had left, reaching down between his legs and giving Summer’s aforementioned cock a gentle stroke through his pants. “Maybe,” he said, really not wanting to talk about Lucifer’s dastardly plans when he was so close to getting laid.

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zakaigraham:

“I hope that I didn’t just vouch for a serial killer or robber. You don’t mind if I follow you up? To clear my conscious?” He asked as he joined Ira up the stairs and assumed he must live in a lower floor if he was taking the stairs. “you didn’t have your ID with you? Any other information to help?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, feel free,” Ira said, beckoning for him to follow and taking a quick little glance over his shoulder to see if the guy was maybe a good snack option. He didn’t look too bad, but he couldn’t be sure. “Nope. Things got a little wild this weekend, I had to cancel all my cards and I’ll have to pick up a new ID...somewhere.”

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svmmerbyrd:

“Slut,” Summer grins back. “Who says it‘s you? Maybe I had a busy week and never got he chance to unload.” He practically traps Ira in place by putting his hand on the wall, right next to the demon’s head. “I had a run-in with John.Interesting fella. Did you know he’s growing himself a little baby army?”

“Oh, I’ll bet. Since I’ve been away, did you get your dick wet at all, babe?” he said, letting his fingers run over Summer’s chest distractedly as the other man cages him into the corner of the elevator with his body. “Hm? No...weird, you’d think he has enough demons at his disposal to do whatever he needs to do.”

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amara-salazar:

Amara looked at him dead pan for a moment, not believing him at first but… Ira had pissed Lucifer off..

“Well.. that’s ah.. good to know, maybe I can avoid pulling a you and pissing him off huh?” She joked, looking up at him and sighing a bit.

“Not funny, number one,” he said, pointing at her and exaggeratedly narrowing his eyes. “Number two, I still think I should’ve been given a pass on the whole pissing off the devil thing, because I thought he was a human. I didn’t know he was basically my dad when I made some crude comments about his husband. Or when I sucked his dick. Ultimately not a big deal.”

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amara-salazar:

The sired huffed, gently poking Ira’s stomach, “Why you gotta go get full when I’m so bored..” she groaned, messing with some of her own hair.

“Shits been kinda boring when you were gone though dude, like, there’s no fun in going to the beach alone to eat when I can’t pick fun at you and your frat boys..” she said with a slight smile, “Other people probably had shit going on, cause.. there’s always shit going on in this tower..” she sighed and then remembered something, “Oh- but you know that John guy?” She asked, looking over, “He’s weird as all get out.. I dunno what he is though.. He told me this story about God and how he took sirens wings a long long time ago, but I hadn’t told him I was a siren..”

“Stop iiittttt,” Ira whined, batting her hand away with an exaggerated pout.

When Amara brought up John, however, Ira frowned, looking a bit nervous. “Amara. I’m going to tell you something, and this is, like, a big deal, okay? Don’t tell anyone you know, or tell anyone I told you, but John? He’s Lucifer.”

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“Why do I get the feeling you offered yourself a gang bang item to get that yes?” Summer presses the number to Ira’s floor and turns around to face him again, dick half-hard in his pants already. “I see. Are you managing?”

“Because I totally did,” Ira said with a little grin, leaning up against the wall. “I mean, most of it was bad to mediocre sex, considering none of them have explored the joys of the prostate or ever listened to their partners about what feels good and what doesn’t, but there were a few good dicks in the mix, and it was fun, overall.” He hummed an affirmative, already spotting Summer’s half-chub, a little grin spreading on his lips. “Damn, I must be good if you’re raring to go already.”