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@basch fon ronsenburg

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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]

[ One corner of Sylvain’s lips quirks up a little higher at that. Part of him is surprised Basch is agreeing to this so readily, but he’s not about to argue his good fortune. ]

How about I just tell you if you ever start drifting near one? I don’t have many.

[bardische]

[ He nods once, solemnly. ]

Then come over here.

[ He straightens, opening a drawer in his desk and fumbling around til he finds a long length of cord. ]

Unfasten your trousers, then turn around so I can bind your wrists.

[ In case that’s off limits. And he’s absolutely fuchsia. He can’t think about what he’s doing or he will bolt. ]

[philancer]

[ He can’t believe that actually worked. Or the fact that Basch is actually taking initiative like this. Oh, he’s still beat red, but the way he gives that order has a shiver of anticipation sliding down Sylvain’s spine as he hastily comes around the desk to Basch’s side of it.

His pants are undone by the time he gets there, and he shoots his Professor a sassy wink as he turns around, wrists behind his back as instructed. ]

Like this? Sir?

[bardische]

[ Well he's already going to the deepest circle of hell, and this was supposed to be about what Sylvain wanted so he can...try leaning into that. ]

Very good [ he says as firmly as he can manage. Gods, does he sound ridiculous? He takes the other's wrists, beginning to crisscross the cord over them. Not so tight Sylvain couldn't get out if he really wanted to, but enough to limit his mobility and put a little burn in his shoulders.

As he works, heart thumping and face still red as it can be, he leans in, hesitating. His breath warms on the other's neck. But this is what Sylvain wanted, so--

He licks below the other's ear. ]

Alright. Undo my trousers as well.

[philancer]

[ He sounds amazing and Sylvain is already wondering where his Professor’s been hiding this side of himself all this time.

A shiver slips visibly down his spine when that breath teases against his skin, making his own breath hitch audibly in his throat. He flexes his wrists, testing the tightness of the bindings, before inching his fingers back towards the fly of Basch’s pants. It was a little awkward, but he was more than up for the challenge his Professor had set for him. ]

Should I be worrying about why you’ve got rope in your drawer, Professor? Were you planning ahead for me?

[bardische]

[ He absolutely was not planning ahead. He’s been in this office for a decade. Things accumulate. But that’s not very…fantasy. ]

Yes.

[ He can manage a one word lie if Sylvain isn’t scrutinizing him. And truthfully, he’s fantasized about being that person. Confident and assertive. ]

You should be very worried about how often I think of you, and in what compromising positions.

[ that is not a lie ]

[philancer]

[ His grin is quick and sharp as he undoes the front of Basch’s trousers. Teases fingers inside to stroke along his length hidden beneath his clothes. ]

Oh, I am not worried about that at all, Professor. In fact, I’m looking forward to you showing me each and every one of them.

a wintertime gift.

[silicone]

[ at some point during the winter respite at the resort, after the sleeping beauty debacle, eiden will deliver a package to basch's room, wrapped in shiny tan paper with a neatly tied gold ribbon.

laid inside is handsome suede jacket that is lined with very warm material, built with a high collar and folded cuffs. there are signs that it is handmade with care, from the measurements carefully made to fit basch's particular frame itself. the lining is quilted in a deep blue fabric and very soft. in among the blue lining there are small embroidery animals done here and there, almost like they're meant to be discovered by chance. some are hidden under the cuffs (a few rabbits cuddling), some circling the inner neckline in soft thread (some song birds in flight together).

when zipped up, the jacket itself is comfortable, and with a good weight to it, meant to act like an embrace, perhaps.

(after giving this to him, he'd like to offer to take him to dinner, a date - no snowstorms, no weird cabins, no forced advertisements shoving them together. while maybe the cabin hadn't been all that bad, getting to relax, truly for once with warm dinner and some company, is something he'd like to give to him so yes the date is a present too.) ]

[indigently]

[ Naturally, Kaveh does just that, spreading out and curling into Basch, his eyes closing in quiet comfort for a moment or two as he listens to the other talk.

And then, he nods. ]

I... Obviously I can't claim to have experienced anything like that. But I think I understand. When I couldn't get in, and I thought I'd lost Alhaitham's earbuds...

[ He falls quiet for a moment, his words choking up around the mention of the other man before he can make himself continue: ]

It was like losing him again.

Re: a wintertime gift.

[bardische]

[ It's the most beautiful garment Basch has ever seen. He almost feels like it's too special to wear. Instead, Eiden will see him in it regularly during the winter season. It is indeed like an embrace, moreso because he is truly unused to being thought of and seen so thoroughly.

And he'll send a package back, in a hand-carved wooden box with a large cat motif on it. Inside is a velvety drawstring bag full of hand-carved wooden buttons in various designs -- flowers, squares, textured circles, tear drops.

A handwritten card in a steady if not very flowery hand says For your beautiful projects, however you see fit. I sincerely look forward to our quiet dinner. ]

[bardische]

[ Oh. He can't think about a next time right now, or his terror will overwhelm him. There is no way he can keep up this confident charade again, let alone all the other problems.

Instead, he focuses on on the light stroke against his shaft. his breath rattling. It feels so much better than he remembers. ]

Then you're planning to be a good boy for awhile longer, are you?

[ God his voice almost cracks, heat in his face nothing sexy. He's waiting for Sylvain to laugh, or groan -- and not because this feels good. He's glad Sylvain isn't looking at his face. He presses his lips together, trying to steady himself. ]

On your knees.

[philancer]

[ That command has his gaze lifting again to Basch's face, deliberately delaying long enough that he can give the man's erection on more teasing stroke. Only then does he slowly lower himself to his knees, a dark look in his eyes and an eager hunger in his expression. ]

If I say no, are you gonna punish me?

[bardische]

[ Panic washes through him. He had not planned for that and is terrified of making a fool of himself, or somehow going too far and upsetting the other.

Terrifying, because it's clear Sylvain wants him to say yes. ]

I'm not giving you what you want that easily.

[ He hopes he sounds assertive and not desperate. He comes around to Sylvain's front, the cool air brushing against his heated length, the other's wrists still bound behind him. ]

Warm me up on your mouth.

[bardische]

[ Basch doesn't know the name Kaveh mentions, but his heart aches with the recognition of the loss.

His arms tighten, hands absently stroking hair and back. It's...nice to be able to comfort. To feel not just useful, but helpful. ]

I'm glad you still have your things. It does make a difference in grief.

[philancer]

With pleasure.

[ But he can see Basch's expression more clearly now, can see the tension in the lines of his body.

It has his own teasing melting away as he gives his Professor a reassuring look. ]

Professor. If you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this. That sort of ruins the point of you enjoying yourself here. We can do something else if you'd rather?

[bardische]

[ Fuck. He's messed this up.

He slides a hand into Sylvain's hair, tightening his grip when he realizes that may be too intimate. ]

I am very sure I enjoy your mouth on my cock.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just leans into that touch, wanting to encourage him instead. Even if he is still offering the man a hint of a cocky smile. ]

I have been told I've a clever tongue, after all. I'm pretty sure you were even one of the ones to comment on it in the past. If not quite in this setting.

[ Hoping to tease him a little bit back into enjoying this again, he leans forward and deliberately slides that clever tongue of his up the entire length of the man's cock, taking his time in tasting every inch, until he reaches the tip. Where he shifts to swirl his tongue around the head instead, before sucking it slowly into his mouth.

His intent gaze never leaves Basch's face. ]

[indigently]

[ Kaveh is quiet as Basch holds him, leaning into the other's hold and letting his eyes close. It's a grief he's been over and over so many times already, but revisiting it hurts each and every time like it were somehow brand new. Especially in a moment like this, he welcomes the comfort, both for the new hurt and for the old.

He reaches into the pocket of his lounge pants, resurfacing with a small earbud case. ]

His ears are really sensitive. Back home, he made himself these special headphones, but of course when we got here they didn't come. It was hard for him at first, until he found these. It got a little easier after that. And then... when he disappeared, so much of his stuff was just gone. Except for these. I've had them since.

[ His nose wrinkles. ]

Xie Lian—he's my friend, I met him here—he came with me. Helped hold me together while I figured it all out. And now... [ He falls quiet, his fingers closing tight around the case. ] Now he's gone too.

[bardische]

[ He licks his lip, measuring his words, hoping the pause comes off as control and not as the hesitation it is. ]

Perhaps if you are good today, I will compliment it in this setting too. I know you like to please me.

[ Was that too far, he wonders as soon as it's out of his mouth. He wants to be confident. Wants to give the other a pleasant sense of authority, a place to just indulge and know he'll be caught.

Was this an odd fantasy?

The warm, wet sensation of Sylvain's tongue against him shorts out his overactive mind. He gasps in a breath, hands tightening instinctually in the other's hair. When he manages to open his eyes, they lock onto Sylvain's, and something about seeing his intensity with Basch's cock against his tongue makes the professor nearly stagger. ]

[bardische]

[ He knows that grief. Knows it himself, and knows it in the dozens and dozens of soldiers he's comforted after a loss. The best he can do is listen. ]

A clever solution [ he nods. ] I'm glad you had something. That's the hardest part of all of this -- it was at home too, during the war. We anchor ourselves to our new community and then...it shifts, and it's like the floor has fallen in.

You're handling this well, but it's never easy. Even if you've been through it a hundred times.

[philancer]

[ His Professor is definitely thinking too much. he can practically see the worries spiraling out of control.

But at least his tongue seems to be the perfect diversion. Something he's definitely going to take advantage of, as he takes his time to explore the man's cock with his lips and tongue. Laving affection along every inch of him as he explores him - not sucking him into wet heat, not yet. Instead, he focuses on the length of him, the sensitive head, down to the base of him, where he focuses equal attention on his balls, and then back up along the pulsing vein along the length of him.

And his eyes never leave the Professor's face. ]

[bardische]

[ The affection surprises him. Scares him even. But Sylvain has calculated correctly, and he can’t think with that capable mouth on him. His eyelids go heavy, a low groan escaping him.

And he relaxes, finally. ]

You are… very thorough when you’re motivated.

[philancer]

[ His lips quirk into a smirk and he hums in mild agreement, letting the sound vibrate along the outside of Basch's length. Only then does he slowly lick his way up and suck just the tip of Basch's cock into the wet heat of his mouth. Swirls his tongue around the sensitive head.

he takes his time, movements deliberate. But he doesn't miss how Basch is finally relaxing. And that moan? Is like music to his ears. ]

[bardische]

[ he tries to stifle his moan, eyes glancing to the door as he shudders. The moment Sylvain takes him, his hips rock, wanting more. ]

I…want to fuck your mouth [ he whispers, reverent and ginger. Flaming red but keeping his cool all in all ] I’ve thought about it. Often.

[philancer]

[ That gets the rumble of a deep, almost involuntary moan, as Sylvain’s eyelids flutter shut for the first time. His hands, on his Professor’s hips, tighten their grip before loosening again.

He pulls off enough to swirl his tongue around the tip once more before smirking up at Basch, a hint of a challenge in his eyes as he stares up to dare the man. ]

No one’s stopping you.