#arch-and-pointe

[mr-lusic]

GREY

“My muse surprises your muse at work for a quickie”

Ray hung back as he watched the people file out of the studio, he knew Luca would be the last one out, if he even came out, he knew the dancers schedule like the back of his hand. Between the two of them they had to be well coordinated if they wanted to see one another off business hours, between the demands of the office, and Luca’s classes it wasn’t always easy. 

He waited, knowing he looked like the awkward parent waiting for their child to surface in the flow, and at one point that was all he was. He didn’t have Anna with him this time though, she was with her mom for the week. 

When the coast seemed clear and he had yet to spot the dancer he made his way from the front room to the actual studio. “Full house today hm?” he asked spotting him at the far end of the room, he closed the door behind him.

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

"MINE" (for every ship c:)

They miss you ;3;

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

"Happy Birthday, my Lord... I would like to present to you an impressive gift. You have built me up as one of your largest investments. I owe you for everything I am. Therefore, you deserve the very best of what I have to offer. And so my Lord, I think I have outdone myself this time..."

@arch-and-pointe

“Confident words, cherubino.” Milton raised a brow in curiosity. “But I did not expect anything else from you, did I?” A light chuckle, and he tilted his head. “One of my largest investments, indeed. Although you proved to be worth every penny spent on you.” He patted his thigh softly, a sign for Luca to kneel by his side. It was by far Milton’s favourite position, especially when the dancer’s head was resting on his lap. It was such a relaxing thing to do, to bury his long fingers in the raven hair, to play with those soft locks absentmindedly. For now, kneeling would be enough, of course.

“So you have me curious, cherubino. What is it?”

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

“/)///v///(\” (Milton in the slave!v, and Sasha in the stripper!v hehe)

@arch-and-pointe

Milton:

“Luca. Oh,Luca. My cherubino. My favourite. My… master piece. From the very first moment, I knew hewas special. A rare specimen. Destined for more. So different from the averageslave you would buy at an auction. I hadto own him. And there has not been a single day I have regretted buying him.His body is a piece of art, neglected when I bought him, admittedly, but hesoon found back to perfection. He is gifted. He is magnificent. Beautiful andpolite, respectful, utterly devoted and sophisticated. I have rarely seen aslave that would be capable of holding my interest for longer than a fewmonths, that would be capable of holding a conversation. Luca is educated andtalented. Both in the studio and in the bedroom. I knew he was destined formore. That was why I gave him the bedroom next to mine. That was why I let himdress in fine suits, why his collar is unlike the others’. I would go as far asto say that I trust him. For a slave, at least. I shaped him. And corruptinghim was so easy. So satisfying and entertaining. He embraced the power I gavehim so beautifully, and there is a dark spark in his eyes that is entirelyintriguing. He enjoys being in control, I can tell. And at the same time, heenjoys being under my control. I could see he was fascinated from thebeginning. I let him fuck them. I even bought him his own pet, and although hetends to be too soft with his piccolino,it is utterly amusing to watch him train the boy. And during the weeks of…recovery, he tended to me with discretion and dignity. It is easy to tame amouse. It is easy to rule over a collection of weak-willed boys. But to own acreature like him, a creature capable of grace and elegance, so utterly devotedand corrupted, is a unique pleasure.”

(STOP GUSHINMILTON. JESUS CHRIST. I guess he misses playing with Luca ._. I HAD TO STOP HIM I SWEAR.)

Sasha:

“I love Luca. But… I’m not good enough for him. I’ll never be good enough for him. I don’t understand why he’s so nice. Or why he’s looking at me the way he does. Why… he’s holding me when I cry. That’s… that’s how it started, really. Cause I… cause I cried. He’s got such a big heart. And he always finds the right words. He’s got talents… talents I don’t understand. I wish I did, but… I don’t. I mean… see? That’s just another proof that I’m not good enough for him. He says he wants to marry me one day, but… part of me knows he’ll change his mind. Once he’s famous. And… and he’ll be famous one day. And he won’t be there when I cry anymore. And he won’t binge watch Ancient Aliens with me anymore. He… he got me the whole box for my birthday, you know. But I know he finds it silly. I mean… I know it’s silly. But he’s doing it anyway. And… and he’s not mad when I fall asleep on top of him and drool on his shirt. Cause… cause that happens sometimes. And he even wants me to fuck him sometimes, though I’m always nervous. Cause… well… have you seen him? He’s… he’s fucking unreal. But, yeah, that’s why he’ll grow tired. Cause I’m complicated. And not like him, at all. And that’s how I know… that’s not gonna happen. The marrying-thing. But til then… til then he’s all I have. And he’s… he’s like the most amazing person on this planet. I wish I could be… better. I wish I could be enough. Normal, you know? And I know he wants me to be normal, too. He even said it. And I’m trying. I’m trying so hard, you know? I’d do anything for him. But he’s… he’s too good for me…”

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

yes, Milton sings

arch-and-pointe replied to your post “I was tagged by @theonlylucanpaulo (thank you so much!)Tyler Bake a…”

Oh lord, we need some of Milton singing like right now right now right now Luca will be totally aroused

@arch-and-pointe

I do think we can certainly incorporate this into one of our threads. And don’t forget: we also need Luca stumbling into Milton playing the piano or violin, too. AND Luca dancing to Milton playing. AND Luca giving Milton a blowjob from under the piano and Milton not playing a single wrong note bahahaha.

As for the singing: It would be like his playing, however. Pretty, technically fine, but empty. Just like Milton in general.

And for the songs: it wouldn’t be your average pop song, needless to say. All music after 1850 is basically lost on Milton. 

Basically, Milton would stick to Renaissance, baroque and classicism (sometimes). 

He would very much enjoy John Dowland and his lute songs (he IS pretty patriotic, after all). But he could identifiy well with the somehow tamed passion and the distanced emotionalism

https://youtu.be/M5l3N1nv1Kg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4EmIPY8yqY (yes, this is Sting)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbORh3JaCGg (although nobody would sing it like this these days, it’s pretty old-fashioned and artists tend to perform Renaissance and baroque music more “historically informed” these days - feel free to ignore me, that’s just the graduated musician speaking and you know I do like Dowland ;) )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qgr65P-rr_4

(I’m pretty sure he has no idea what he’s actually singing about tho, in all honesty. Dowland was a horrible melancolic and full of feels... and... well... Milton is most certainly not.)

Another thing he would appreciate in particular would be Schubert:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIIS-UgixGE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aXXwNGmz9Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkdJF5F27ZE

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

"Are you... satisfied, my Lord?"

“I am. For now. You may return to your room, but I would think it is needless to say that I expect you to keep yourself ready and prepared for me.”

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

I think we need to find Luca a corset for the bedroom...... >.>

You should never underestimate me, darling.

[offoxesandotherstrangeanimals]

'Used' (u know)

@arch-and-pointe (yells: HERE YOU GO)

Screaming was useless.

Sasha knew.

Even without a cock buried down his throat, rubbing his insides sore with every hard thrust, it would have been useless. Futile. Pointless.

The Signore was away. Wouldn’t hear him. Couldn’t help him.

He was away a lot these days, tending to an injured Lord Bentley day in and day out. Sasha had seen the dark circles under his eyes. Had seen the signs of exhaustion the dancer tried so carefully to hide. The way he squeezed his eyes shut to fight the fatigue. The way he pinched the bridge of his nose to keep himself from nodding off.

Sasha didn’t say anything, of course. It wasn’t his place.

And he wouldn’t say anything about this, either. 

The Signore had enough to do and worry about, as it was.

It would pass.

At least, that was what he hoped as he squeezed his eyes shut, tears soaking his cheeks as he choked on another cock. His mouth tasted of bile and come. He wasn’t sure whose dick it was this time. Didn’t even want to know. It didn’t matter, anyway.

Tristan had waited for him, after lunch. A vicious smile and evil expression on his face. And Sasha had known, right then, that he was going to pay for a feud that wasn’t even his.

He’d been alone a lot recently. It hadn’t felt as nice as Sasha had thought it would. A bit of privacy had been what he’d wished for so desperately, after all. But now, with the Signore so busy recently, he only felt violable whenever he was on his own. Could feel the others’ eyes on him every day.

Because without the Signore, Sasha was vulnerable.

Tristan hated him. And most of the others didn’t like him much, either. He was nothing but an animal. A slave’s pet. Worthless. Helpless. Pitiful.

He was sure he hadn’t seen Arthur, or Vadim, as the slaves had teamed up under Tristan’s command, but that was not surprising. One pinning him down - had it been Milan? - while he could hear Tristan’s evil laugh from behind.

They hadn’t bothered to talk. Hadn’t even bothered with insults.

They had just pulled out the behated plug and had started. Taking turns behind and in front of him. 

Sasha wasn’t sure how many dicks he’d taken already. Or how many it still would be. He’d lost count. And what would it be good for, anyway? Sasha was sure that everyone would recover swiftly enough while the others were fucking him sore, to get a second round. Or a third. 

Or however long this nightmare would last.