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My Self-Summary

Have you ever dreamed of being wooed by a knight in shining armor? Well Captain fon Ronsenburg is your man. Literally. He prefers being attached to a commander, queen, charge, or leash. Rules are sexy, and he's here to be your loyal dog.

Dark and broody your thing? He's got that too, a whole lifetime of unfair, unjustified angst and suffering he's just waiting for you to fix. Don't worry, though. He's the whole package. Tender, caring, and likely to fall in love with you but keep it private until you order him to spill his desires. Which turns him on.

Oh, did we mention he's a horny slut? Because he is. He wants to take it every possible way, or be told how you want to be taken. And if you make it public or humiliate him a little, well, his lance will be all the happier to see you.

My Future Plans

Protecting the innocent, being used by the worthy, and being absolutely sexually exhausted at all times. It's his heroic reward, afterall.

My Talents

Basch was already like this at home. He's quite experienced in receiving and administering pleasure, particularly of the rougher variety. He's also happy to teach.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Someone teach this man how to relax. He needs it. His palette is rustic and that's a good place to start. If you get him dancing, the gods will smile in your favor.

My Ideal Partner

Someone who roughs him up, tells him what to do, and then sings sweet praises in his ear.

Height 5'11" Body Type Barrel-chested romance cover knight (but skinny from his trials. Take care of this man!) Smokes Never Drinks Lightly Drugs On rare occasion Sign Sagittarius Education Dalmascan Officer's Training Occupation Former Captain of the King's Guard Income $$$ He's got that 7 money, and he fucks around Children The people of Ivalice are his children Pets He was quite fond of his Chocobo and the squadron dog Hobbies Woodworking, learning Landisian ballads and stories, polishing swords

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

NEITHER

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATHS ARE HIS GUILTY PLEASURE

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES, THE ONES HE KNOWS ARE QUITE NICE

.05 TITS OR ASS

GOD YES

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

EITHER

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

EITHER

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

EITHER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

BOTH

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH BUT GET THAT MAN TO ACCEPT GENTLE

The Defender
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

84%

introverted

MIND

91%

observant

NATURE

67%

feeling

TACTICS

90%

judging

IDENTITY

57%

turbulent

personality test. art credit.

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[philancer]

[ He doesn't care about tomorrow in the moment. He's far too distracted by right now and how much he wants.

Basch is determined to take his time and Sylvain can't seem to persuade him otherwise, though he tries. But every inch the other man presses into him has him moaning and begging and whimpering as Basch stretches him open on the thickness of his cock. it burns, and he is definitely going to feel this tomorrow, because Basch isn't exactly small but Sylvain doesn't care. He wants it, all of it, every devastating inch.

His own cock hangs untouched between his legs, still so achingly hard and leaking on the floor beneath him, arousal not flagging in the least despite the strain of the man fucking into him from behind. That line between pain and pleasure is thoroughly blurred right now, both of them just as intense as the other. And he needs more. ]

[bardische]

[ He doesn't realize how tight his chest is, admitting those feelings, until Sylvain meets them with yet another kiss. This...isn't a rejection. This isn't a stern, calculated talk about why they can't be whatever it is they already are.

And that's before Sylvain starts talking. Basch holds his face, eyes wide. He wouldn't dare interrupt, not when he can sense how private this is for Sylvain. But he wants to brush that shame away, hold the other for all he's endured.

By the time their gazes meet again, Basch's are wet with silent tear tracks, but he doesn't flinch away. This isn't the first time Sylvain has said some of these things -- that he'd chosen Basch, that Basch was the first person who'd wanted him for him -- but it makes more sense now. And -- maybe he's ready to hear it, finally.

He inclines his head, still raw, still shy, but he kisses Sylvain with gentle warmth, tracing their noises together and breathing out shakily, trying to find his own words. ]

I'm...not used to my choice being very welcome, or worth very much. I've fallen for too many people I couldn't have, and told to know my place, and they always had obligations that superseded me. I don't begrudge them that. [ He rubs his thumb against Sylvain's jaw, his other arm finally coming up to hold the other, now that he knows the shelter of it is still welcome. ]

I know what a misery it was to them, too. I never wanted to make that harder. I think...I keep expecting something like that to come between us. I really, truly hadn't considered that -- we wanted each other.

[ And then he laughs, a strained incredulous bark, because that's entirely wrong. ]

No, no, I knew. I hadn't considered we could want each other and just...have each other. It's never that easy. Except with you it has been, and I -- I was, am so afraid if I acknowledge that, if I let myself really feel how important and irreplaceable you are to me, that...it will truly break me to lose you. [ There's a silent sob on the heel of that admission, a fear he's been trying to clamp down for months, but today he just lets it propel him back to Sylvain's lips, kissing harder this time, holding his lover and the man who has, for reasons still unfathomable to him, chosen over and over to land in his arms and meet him with patience. ]

[bardische]

[ It's clear this was the right choice based on how Sylvain continues to plead and attempt to rock. He must be absolutely burning, and while Basch will ride the edge of that, he's not going to let it go past that, not until Sylvain is open for him.

He goes slow, murmuring teases between biting kisses, hands alternating between holding still and teasing Sylvain's flush form, until finally, he's nestled all the way in the other. He lets out a contented sigh, folding over him to rake his hands down the length of Sylvain's torso, kissing against his shoulders. ]

You feel so good, pet. Tight and hot and yielding. And so patient. Do you think it's time for your reward? I promised I would give you what you asked.

[ He knows the other can feel the way that tease makes his own cock throb inside him. He's going to enjoy this. ]

[philancer]

[ He meets that kiss, just as desperate, hands still cupping warmly against Basch's face as he lets the emotions he feels pour into that brush of lips. Wanting to reassure his lover, but not sure he has the words to do so. ]

I tend to have trouble trusting anything that's easy, too. [ He confesses softly, lips quirking in a rueful smile, still pressed against Basch's. ] Anything that seems too good to be true usually is, after all. But Basch. Your choice - that you keep choosing me... it's everything.

I don't want anything - or anyone - in this place to come between us. Things are complicated here, I know. Whatever relationship we make for ourselves, it's going to be far from normal. But maybe you and I thrive better with that. I can safely say, I'm pretty sure 'normal' wouldn't work for me in general.

We're both going to have other lovers - maybe just for a night, or maybe more frequent than that. I think, if we can accept that reality, along with the fact that we both have this, here, [ he pauses, presses his hand over Basch's heart ] to always fall back to... Do you think you can be content with that? You are so important to me, Basch, and just as irreplaceable. I want you to know... I choose you, too. I want you to know your place... it's right here, with me.

[philancer]

[ He's moaning and shuddering, skin flushed with arousal and damp with sweat. Basch has him pinned beneath his weight, held in place and impaled on his cock and he can only whimper in breathless need as warm breath teases against his skin. Those words just as teasing as the touches the man keeps gifting him with - yet withholding at the same time.

It's not enough and he feels like he's going mad with it.

Even as he feels more full than he ever has before. Body clenching and trembling with the feel of it. Basch is pressed so deep, filling him up, and he wants to move, wants to fuck himself on the other man's cock. Wants to feel every inch currently stretching him open in a way that has him burning even hotter. ]

Please, please, I'll be good, I promise.

[ he'd promise Basch anything he wanted right now to get what he wanted. ]

[massochism]

[slowly, everything ratchets down and he can settle comfortably into the afterglow. Sylvain pulls out of him and his breath hitches softly, weight shifting to the other side as the redhead nestles back into place.]

Mmm, we shouldn't need to. Though we should clean up...

[because he certainly made a mess of himself and Basch, at the very least.]

[bardische]

I have no doubt that you will [ he purrs. And he suspects the other would do anything he asked. The idea of giving those commands, of seeing him pushed to breaking is alluring, but not today. He wants his pet to leave this encounter with only fondness and a sense that he can have what he wants.

He starts to thrust, still slow, drawing almost all the way out before working back in. Sylvain is so tight, and he doesn't doubt there's still residual burn. ]

I'm going to fill you. You'll be marked by me, smell of me, and be full of me. It doesn't matter that I bought you. This is what makes you mine. That you're taking me so beautifully.

[bardische]

[ Being kissed like that, especially after admitting all this, tells his body to calm. That he's safe -- still safe. Which makes it easier to focus on everything Sylvain is saying. ]

Maybe we really do thrive better with this [ he says, rolling the thought around for the first time. ] I've always meant it when I said I don't mind that you have have other lovers. I -- I think it's good, for both of us, for the things we need to heal, and to not need each other to be everything at all times. But you're right that we don't have much choice in that. What we do have choice in is what we do together, and how serious this is.

[ He strokes Sylvain's face, awe and fondness on his own. ] I...don't think I can express how happy I am that you want me the way I want you. It's not a matter of being content with this arrangement. This is the happiest I've ever been.

[ He smiles weakly ] That's why I was so sure I'd missed something somewhere.

[philancer]

[ He bends his head to steal another kiss. Unable to resist that at the moment, it seems. Especially with Basch looking at him like that. ]

You are allowed to be happy, you know. Especially if I have anything to say about it.

[philancer]

[ There's a whine when Basch starts to move, body both craving the movement and protesting the stretch of it. He's still so tight around the man's cock that Basch will be able to feel every clench, every shudder, every little twitch of reaction as he starts to move.

His fingers scrabble for purchase against the floor, eyes slamming shut as he focuses on the intensity of those sensation, pressing back as much as he's able. But with his ankles still bound and Basch buried so deeply inside of him, there's only so much movement he even has available to him right now.

That only seem to make everything more intense, however. That vulnerability that had been so terrifying at the start of this, the helplessness he'd been caught in. it only made him burn even hotter with need now as Basch claimed him. ]

[bardische]

[ He laughs against Sylvain’s stolen kiss, and again at that assertion, shaking his head lightly. ]

I believe you have a lot to say about it. It just…gods that hasn’t been part of my decision making since the war started. I don’t really remember what it feels like.

[ His gaze softens, brushing Sylvain’s hair back and drinking in the way the redhead looks at him. ]

You saw how little I even remembered how to want things when we arrived. Those last two years were especially hard, but — I hadn’t been a full person for a long time before that. Duty was everything.

[philancer]

[ His hands smooth through the other man’s hair, brushing it back off his face as well. Fingers trailing down over his stubbled jaw once more. ]

Your only duty here? Is to yourself. Something I think is long overdue some attention, don’t you? I want you to find what you want. Figure out what things you enjoy and even which ones you don’t. I want you to have the chance to experience everything you missed, love, and even all the things you didn’t even know you were allowed to have.

[bardische]

[ That clenching and steady brace punctuated by needy whines tells Basch everything he needs to know: his pet is enjoying this.

He slowly works up his speed, equally to tease as to keep the other safe. Slowly he loosens, driving Basch mad as he does. He keeps a stream of gentle praise, but it tips to groans, his own need growing to a needy burn. ]

Come for me, pet [ he growls, hands steady on the other’s hips, and now he fucks, hard and fast, not holding back his strength, groaning at the bite of the floor on his knees, which sylvain is undoubtedly feeling worse. It’s a wonderful ache, and every sound the other gives has Basch shuddering and groaning in want. ]

[bardische]

Myself, yes. And to you. By choice. I want the same things for you, and for you to feel comfortable leaning on me or sharing with me. I — we both are weak at that. But I always feel closer when we do. More grounded.

[ He’s smiling at the gentle touches to his hair and face, and flushing at the still new use of that word. ]

I want you happy too, love. And I want to try as many things with you as we want. Food and strange clothes and beaches and fantasies. I know I’ve said it before, but you make me adventurous. I like that.

[philancer]

[ He chuckles at that, dropping a gentle kiss on the tip of Basch’s nose before giving him a fond wink. ]

I like it when you’re adventurous, too. Just so you know.

But we have plenty between us to try, and to learn. As strange as it is to say… I feel like this place has offered us both the sort of freedom we might never have dreamed of otherwise.

[philancer]

[ Some part of him hadn’t even realized he’d been waiting. He’d been too caught up in the heated friction, the maddening build of pleasure as he sunk deeper and deeper into that haze of heat and want. No thoughts left in him, just pure sensation, and whatever Basch gave him.

But the moaned words strike a chord, even as the man’s pace changes, speeds, cock fucking into him hard and fast and demanding now. The angle is perfect, sending that thick length rubbing deliberately over his over-sensitized prostate with every movement, in and out and again.

Even without the permission, it wouldn’t have taken long, once his pace increased. That rocking rhythm has him all but delirious as Basch pushes him hard and fast. His body tensing, clenching tighter and tighter as it builds, before it crests and he nearly screams in his relief as pleasure washes over him. His cock pulses hotly between his legs, untouched for the moment, before jerking and then spilling messily on the tile floor as he shudders tight around the man’s cock, milking him hungrily. ]

[bardische]

[ he’s not even sure what he’s chuckling at at this point, pressing his forehead in to Sylvain’s. Just happy, really. ]

When I first got here, I thought this was a punishment of some sort. Now I think it’s a gift, because you’re right. I’m grateful we’re both here, even if it feels selfish or absurd sometimes. I — I’m not sure I’d go back given the chance. And I know you won’t judge me for that.

[philancer]

How could I judge you for something I feel the same way about?

[ He gives a soft sigh, because thinking of home was… complicated. ]

I’m not sure I would, either. I should. The war there, my responsibilities, my prince, everything that awaits me… And yet, the thought of going back only fills me with dread.

This place is far from perfect. [ He cups a hand against Basch’s cheek again, eyes tracing over his familiar features with affection. ]. But it’s given me gifts beyond my wildest dreams. And I’m loathe to relinquish any of it. This… this is something worth fighting for.

[bardische]

[ He had a hunch Sylvain felt the same, but his heart and his face are still warm to hear it, even if the reasons for it make his heart ache. ]

It's the same for me. The war, my queen, my responsibilities, the knowledge I have others don't. But -- I was a man with a target on his back. Sometimes I wonder if it doesn't matter I'm here; death was always the most likely outcome. Maybe I'm justifying my actions, though. I've always had a weakness for that, when something matters to me.

[ His hand comes to cover Sylvain's, turning to kiss the palm. ] You've certainly taught me something about being selfish, because I want you here, away from all of that, and I'm loathe to relinquish you, too. You're worth whatever the cost, whatever the price. And I'm grateful I can tell you that.

[philancer]

[ He doesn’t say that death was also his most likely outcome. Probably even on the day this place, the House, had intervened in his fate.

Gronder… he suspected many of them would never walk back off that field, not with what awaited them that day. And as much as he mourned that, still, he didn’t regret this reprieve, this deviation of his fate, however it had come about. ]

So if I tell you I fully intend to encourage this newfound selfishness of yours…?

[bardische]

[ Basch isn't far behind, not with how insistently Sylvain has clenched against him this entire time, and certainly not with how beautifully he takes him. Basch's cry intermingles with the soul-piercing sound of Sylvain's pleasure, his grip tightening on the other as his back arches and he fills him, coming nearly in unison.

And then he slumps over the other, not quite letting his body go boneless, draping him with his weight and pressing kisses to any skin he can reach, fingers trailing on his sides as he chases the sensitivity still there. ]

You are magnificent, pet. And you relaxed so beautifully for me. It feels good, doesn't it, to give in?

[bardische]

[ That gets a real laugh. ]

Is that not what you've been doing the past eight months?

[ He kisses Sylvain again, quick but deep, his eyes bright with fondness. ]

[philancer]

Oh, love.

[ His grin is quick and bright and full of his affection for the other man. ]

I’ve barely even started.

[philancer]

[ Luckily for Basch, that desperate haze of heat has softened into the post-orgasmic bliss that leaves him limp and pliant and utterly sated beneath the other man. Head empty and body humming with the shivering aftershocks of pleasure, he can only give a soft moan of agreement, even if the words hadn’t actually penetrated the haze at all and he had no idea what he was actually agreeing to.

Even if it did feel good to give in. At least in this moment. ]

[bardische]

[ That seems like an impossible thought, but Basch believes him all the same, smiling and shaking his head, still basking in how easily that word sits on Sylvain's tongue. Especially after the admitted his contentious relationship to it. ]

It is a good thing you are so patient with me. I am not sure I know how to handle any more than you already give.

[ Even so, he feels the swell of wanting to give Sylvain more too, especially now that he knows it's welcome and not toeing some invisible line. ]