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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.
Protecting the innocent, being used by the worthy, and being absolutely sexually exhausted at all times. It's his heroic reward, afterall.
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.
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.
Someone who roughs him up, tells him what to do, and then sings sweet praises in his ear.
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
ISFJ-T
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[ He squeezes Basch's fingers gently, the words firm. A hint fierce. But then the expression melts away into something softer, fonder. Almost a hint sheepish. ] At least you've figured that out.
[ Some people never did. Not that he's talking from experience or anything.
But he leans in to steal a kiss before tugging Basch deeper into the room.
It's not all that different from most of the rooms on this floor, size-wise. It's certainly far nicer and far larger than the room he'd had down on the fourth floor. Not that that was a high bar, considering there'd been enough room for a too-small bed and that was about it.
He's still missing a kitchen, but he has time to work towards that. ]
Come on. I don't really have anything to fill this place with yet, but at least now I have room if I want to.
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And he wants to give it back. Wants to catch it beautifully. Wants to say...something that actually reflects how he feels.
But he's not Balthier, and the moment passes into a kiss, and then a tug, and he's missed it, and instead of feeling warm and treasured, he feels a little empty and not quite enough.
Maybe that's why his response slips out. ]
Do you want something, that's yours? I could make you something. [ Because he understands the sense of being unmoored, but he hadn't...quite meant to offer that. Surely Sylvain knows about the woodworking bench in Basch's room, but he hasn't left anything out to see except some little practice bits, and he hasn't made anything bigger in a long time. ]
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Make something? Like what?
[ There's a flare of interest in his eyes, an eager sort of interest as he searches Basch's face. ]
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But also, Sylvain looks so eager, and it's hard to look away, especially with that arm still around him. ]
I...carve? Wood. Whittle, really, and I'm rusty but....
[ He takes a deep breath. ]
I made larger things when I was younger. Side tables, mirror casings. I made a headboard for my mother, though it was very simple.
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But that information still comes as a surprise to him and his eyes widen a little. ]
I don't think there's any way that could be considered "simple". That's amazing, Basch! What would you want to make?
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I -- don't know. You don't need anything.
[ Which usually made deciding easier. ]
But I will think on it, and if there's something you'd like, you can tell me.
[ He has whittled a few small foxes inspired by the other's nickname, but he thinks a surprise would be better than saying so. ]
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[ Sylvain offers that as an option instead, casting him a playful wink.
And then sighing mournfully. ]
Alas, I am completely useless and have no talents to speak of, so I can't return the favor.
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Maybe it's good for you, having to just accept my affection.
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I'll just have to think up other creative ways to spoil you, then.
[ At least he's good at that. ]
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And I will do my best not to protest that.
[ Not that he does protest as much these days. Grows flustered, yes, but the resistance is lower, knowing how much Sylvain gets joy from spoiling him. ]
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[ He looks a little smug about that, in fact.
But he gives another tug on Basch's hand as he leads him towards the door that leads to the second half of his suite. he didn't know what all the rooms on this floor looked like, but he'd lucked out to get one with a separate seating area at the entrance, and his private bedroom and bath tucked back in a second room, separated by a pair of double doors that were currently propped open. ]
I wonder if my tub is as big as yours...
[ He has very fond memories of that tub... ]
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His lips curl into a smile at Sylvain's barely veiled invitation. ]
Should we find out? I wasn't quite done with my bath when you knocked.
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Well, I'd be all for that, but I haven't actually moved any of my stuff up here yet. So I am distinctly lacking in clothes. And soaps. And anything else we might need for that.
[ Does the resort even provide things like that or is he going to have to go shopping? The latter, probably. He's assuming, anyway. ]
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[ It's a teasing ease he doesn't have with anyone else, and he doesn't even notice. Still he follows Sylvain to the new room, looking forward to spending time here. ]
Should we go get them together later today? I can lend a hand moving things, too.
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[ He winks, playful and teasing, because Basch's eagerness is one of his favorite things. Something he encourages every chance he gets. ]
We can do that, although I don't want you to feel you have to. I honestly don't have that much, as I said. There was no room for it down there, even if I did want more things.
[ Stepping into the bathroom, he stops short to take in the large room, which is almost the same size as the sitting room. Certainly far larger than he'd expected. The far wall is one giant shower and there's a large soaking tub under another of those fake windows, this one projecting a distant seashore. The tub actually looks like it might be able to fit them both, too, if they wiggle right.
He gives a low whistle, impressed. ]
Okay, this made the rank jump entirely worth it, with this alone.
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Do I need to pin you to the wall again and tell you to let me help? [ he asks, raising a brow teasingly. But he does file away that Sylvain wanted more things for when he decides what to carve. Not opposed to something larger, then.
But both those trains of thought dissipate as he watches Sylvain react to his new rooms. It strikes him, again, how intimate it is to be here, like he's seeing behind the scenes some how. Like Sylvain wants him there for the things that have nothing to do with sex or leisure or showing off.
And it is an impressive bathroom. ] It's a good deal cozier than mine, and much more private than the casino baths. When you're settled in, we can get room service and break it in. [ He's not usually so direct in telling Sylvain what they should do, but right now it seems the better strategy. Especially with pulling the other close again. ]
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If I say no, will you do it anyway?
[ he definitely doesn't sound at all reluctant about that.
But Basch's suggestion also has his eyes brightening in realization. ]
Wait, we can get room service up here?
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He's also starting to suspect Sylvain might like it if he just...did that sometimes. It's something he'll keep in mind.
His expression softens, though, at that genuine brightness. ]
Mmm. I usually go down because it's nice to leave, but I've used it a few times. [ Which means he actually knows how to do it! ] There's a small chance it's another attempt to get me to stay in my room and...entertain, but if that's the case, walking it one door down isn't a hassle.
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[ But the mirth in his gaze is unmistakable as he leans in to steal a kiss. ]
Stay in your room and entertain, huh? Well, that sounds fun, too. But I think I'm the one supposed to be entertaining tonight. I'm sure they can figure out the right room. If you figure out what we should get, anyway. I'm not really familiar with what we could even send for. I'm pretty sure the staff just pretended the rooms below the main floor didn't actually exist.
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I'll handle it tonight, and next time I'll walk you through it. [ Not a question. And a reminder he is going to keep being here. He does frown about the resort though. ] I'm glad you came up so often, and that you're here now.
[ He knew Sylvain was more than capable of handling hardships that were significantly lower than being in the field, but it still seemed absurd to need to in a place like this. Especially when their ranks were arbitrary. ]
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Besides. The rules to the games here were far easier to navigate, and far more palatable, as hilarious as that would sound to most of the other residents.
Having taken in the room, he tugs Basch back out of the room and moves to flop across the large bed, tugging him with him. ]
Me, too. And I’ll certainly like not having to traipse back downstairs at the end of a date. [ Not that he did that very often. ] But almost all my favorite people are up here now, so I have zero complaints. Especially, [ he adds, smiling up at Basch with a knowing look, ] if it means I get to steal even more of your time.
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It takes so little to be tugged down beside Sylvain, and even less to pull a smile back. Basch rolls just enough to prop himself up, towel nearly dislodge. He notices, but does nothing about it, instead stroking Sylvain's hair away from his glowing face. ]
I like when you're happy, and I like having you so close. But I'm not sure it's stealing when it's so freely given.
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But it's more fun to steal it. Didn't you know there's a thrill in doing the forbidden?
[ Not that he saw any of this as forbidden. At all. If anything, he'd felt possessive of the man across from him since the moment he'd laid eyes on him.
Or at least since that enchanted leash had dragged him close and dropped him literally in Sylvain's waiting hands.
It still remained the very best part of that first evening here. ]
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[ His smile is warm, adoring even, and he does not realize the joke he's made. With most, he could never joke about being thrown away, because the inevitability was too great. He is not worried that his interest will drive Sylvain away. Hasn't been for awhile now. ]
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It was something he'd been lectured on far too many times in his life, the carelessness with which he'd treated countless hearts, discarding when they held no real interest for him. His whole reputation had been built around it.
He didn't want Basch to think, not even for a moment, that this was that. ]
No, Basch. There is nothing you could do that would cause that. Not when I'm just as eager for you.
[ A dangerous admission for him. One that skated perilously close to words he'd never uttered in truth. Never meant them. And more, they hinted at the endurance of what he was coming to feel for the other man.
Which, frankly, still scared the shit out of him. Which was why he'd been avoiding looking at it too closely in the first place. ]
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