Michael Burset

I'm a submissive, and I live at Harborage Home

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I’m sick of this.

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noahduval:

Oh, well, I mean, the 20 remaining hours, yeah. I still had some that my current research already covered. I need like 35 in total.

PM: Yeah, really. Thank you Michael. Maybe…I could spend the night in your room tonight or tomorrow? I’d like that.

Can  I help somehow? Maybe I can help you knock out those hours as quickly as possible.

PM: You can always come over to my room, Noah. You and Mr Cardelli are like the only people I’m okay with being in my room.

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tuckerwarner:

  Tucker heard Michael’s voice, and instantly went into PR mode. He was so burnt out on appearances now, and yet his agents had schooled him into an auto-pilot human being. He wasn’t complaining about his burden, because he’d chosen to do this line of work. Yet when he hired this PR firm he had no idea how many appearances they’d have him making. They wanted his face, his name, his voice, out there and for everyone to know and recognize. It was exhausting.

  So it was how Tucker’s features so quickly rearranged themselves into something of a half smile, and his demeanor into something more than the drained form it was stuck in when he’d come into the library. He couldn’t keep it up for long though, as the smile deflated and his shoulders slowly sagged a bit. “Hey there, Michael,” he said, stifling a yawn.

  “I don’t think I’ve seen you around the library, much. How’ve you been latley?” he asked, offering Michael a seat just kitty-corner to his own.

Michael had been about to offer to go away, to leave Tucker alone, but he didn’t like what he saw. Obviously Tucker was handsome, but he didn’t seem as happy and go-lucky as he usually did, he looked exhausted. Michael was worried about him, and he inched a little closer to the Dominant man.

“Hi, Sir,” he said again, offering Tucker a little smile. “This is my first time here, actually. I decided I really wanted something to read, and doing more than going from my room, to the Zen Gardens, to the kitchen, and back again is probably a good idea,” he added, with a shake of his head.

He took a small breath, as if drawing up some courage, and asked his question. “Are...you okay, Mr Warner? I think maybe you’re a little tired, or something.”

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noahduval:

Yeah, basically. And internet stuff. I’m gonna try to submit my internet history to them and stuff. And plus have Mr. Parker sign off on all the books I checked out.

PM: I always have time for you. Tonight when I get back we can have paci time. I’ve missed it anyways – and you. A lot. I don’t want us to drift apart or anything, Michael. You’re kinda…the most important person I have here.

Maybe that’ll cover the whole twenty hours, then. That’d be awesome.

PM: Really? That’s so sweet. I’ve missed you too, I’m sorry. I kinda just disappear when I get like that. But maybe, uh...maybe I’ll ask fro paci time, instead? You’re the most important person I have, too.

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noahduval:

Well, once I prove my research hours, then I gotta get some practical experience. I need like…20 more hours of research, too.

I have no clue where I’m gonna get the practical experience.

PM: Are you really okay or are you just telling me that? I’d have figured Dominic Sir would’ve invited you. I told him I think you two are nice together. Also not to be a jerk. What have you been doing all this time?

Does research mean, like, reading books and stuff?

PM: I could use some paci time with you, if you can fit me in to your busy schedule. He, uh...he didn’t, I guess. It’s okay, I was taking care of the garden, and I finally found the library so I got a lot of books to read.

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noahduval:

My job wants proof of my research hours and…and I still can’t even do any actual submitting! They don’t even pay me for my research hours except for a small expense account, and its only for research related stuff.

Hi….How are you? I didn’t see you at the gala. You didn’t get invited?

Oh, I’m sorry. That sucks, Noah. When can you start submitting? It’s gotta be soon, right?

I’m...I guess I’m okay. It seemed like there’d be a lot of people there, you know?

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noahduval:

    Why do they tell us to go out for jobs if it’s no use? Then even if you technically have a job, what difference does it make?

What’s wrong, Noah?

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tuckerwarner:

    Tucker sat in the library, eyes wandering every now and again. He’d been turning a book in his hands over and over for a while now, not even alert enough to be good at faking reading. Tucker loved reading. Loved it. It was one of his favorite ways to unwind after a long day, just before bed. But he couldn’t seem to get himself to focus on it long enough to even open it.

    Maybe it didn’t help that he hadn’t eaten properly the last day or two, and sleeping was another matter entirely, because he’d had the gala to think about and try to plan for. In short…Tucker was running himself ragged. The one who usually helped him through this was Ethan, and they’d been more than silent with each other ever since their tiff.

    Tucker took to the library in hopes that he’d find some form of respite. He didn’t hear the other person enter, or draw nearer.

Michael was feeling pretty good about himself. He’d left the house, gone out into the world and he’d survived. He wasn’t ready to leave the house by himself, but he knew he’d managed to make a step forward and that was great. He’d been riding a high of good feeling ever since, and he’d decided to push himself a little more.

He usually stuck with the Zen Garden and the kitchen, not really going anywhere else. But now Michael wanted to explore, and his first step was going to be the library. It had been so long since he’d read something just for the fun of it, and he wanted to change that so badly.

He’d pretty much been thinking that he’d be alone in the library, though, so Michael was surprised when he saw Tucker there. “Oh, hi, Sir,” he said softly, not wanting to intrude if the other man wanted to be alone.

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Venturing Out | Michael & Dominic

Nerves had struck Michael from the moment he’d woken up, and all the way through breakfast and lunch. He’d asked Dominic if they could go back to his apartment, and now Michael was stuck with the reality of that decision. He’d need to leave the safety of the house to get to Dominic’s house, and while he trusted the Dominant man, he didn’t trust random people they might bump into.

Or that Carl might somehow have tracked him down and might be waiting for him to leave the house.

Michael sighed to himself and shook his head, as if try to shake the negative thoughts from his head, as he walked out into the Zen Garden. There was no way for Carl to now where he was, and even if there was, Dominic would keep him safe. Focusing on that thought, Michael picked up a watering can and began to water the rose bushes as he waited for Dominic to be done with his clients for the day. 

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dominic-the-dom:

Well, still try to get some sleep tonight, Michael.

You should too, Sir!

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dominic-the-dom:

Alright. Well, assuming all my clients stick to their schedule, I should be done around three pm tomorrow. I could pick you up then.

That sounds great, Sir. I’m excited!

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dominic-the-dom:

That–um….I’m not sure what your schedule is like. Perhaps tomorrow? Unless you’d rather another day?

I don’t really have much of a schedule, Sir. Tomorrow totally works for me.

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dominic-the-dom:

When would you like to come over?

Whenever you want me, Sir.

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dominic-the-dom:

Don’t I always? I’ve never had anyone in my apartment before, so I can’t imagine that would change when you’re there.

Then I’d really like to do this, Sir, or at least try to. It’ll be good for both of us.

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dominic-the-dom:

That would be nice, but I wouldn’t ask you to do that. I know you don’t feel safe outside of the house.

You didn’t ask, Sir. You promise to keep me safe, and to take me back to the house if I need it? And nobody else will be there?

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dominic-the-dom:

It’s not a lack of things, but rather a lack of someone to come home to. So, it’s not really something you can help with. But I appreciate that you want to help, Michael. Spending time at the house helps. There are plenty of someones here.

I...I can help with that, Sir. At least a little. Maybe, uh, maybe we could decide on a day every week that I come over and cook? We can hang out, watch TV and stuff. Maybe I could sit at your feet, with my paci?

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dominic-the-dom:

As nice a thought as that is, interior design isn’t going to make that feeling go away. It’s not that kind of empty.

Oh. Tell me how I can help, Sir, please?

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dominic-the-dom:

…What do you mean exactly?

Um, like, fill it with things like you like? Decorate it differently? Whatever it takes to not make it feel empty for you.