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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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And then he casually just reaches out to let his watch unlock the door for him and glancing over to wink at Basch when the door swings open automatically. ]
Surprise?
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They moved you?
[ And then... ]
They moved you next door.
[ His expression doesn't change. Old habits flare up, and he almost asks if this is a request for space, now that their bunks are closer.
But that's someone else, from his past, not Sylvain, and he shakes his head, shaking the memory and odd impulse away with it. Sylvain is here, and grinning, and holding his hand in a very public hall. ]
It will be much easier for you to come over this way. [ A smile, finally. ] Though, maybe now you'll prefer your room. This floor is quite generous.
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Maybe this really had been a mistake...
Rubbing his free hand at the back of his neck, he tries to offer a little laugh, brushing it off as he lets go of the man's hand. He'd clearly already made this awkward enough. ]
Well, technically, I moved me. But the next door was a surprise, yeah. [ One he'd thought would be a good one, but he was apparently striking out left and right today. ]
I can... request another one, if you'd prefer?
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No [ He says, too quick and too sharp at Sylvain's offer to request another. He catches the other's gaze, still trying to figure out--
Oh.
He's bungled this.
He steps closer, putting his own hand firmly at the small of Sylvain's Back and pulling him into kiss before he can make any other assumptions. ]
I was worried this was about you asking for space, but that was foolish when you were excited to show me. I'm sorry. Of course I want you next door.
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[ He doesn’t understand. How does moving closer imply he wants less? Wouldn’t that indicate the opposite? But it’s not like he’s doing great with assumptions today, either.
And now he’s worried he pushed Basch into saying that because he felt like he had to.
Although he doesn’t pull away, even though confusion and uncertainty is clear in his posture. ]
It’s alright if you don’t. It just changed, so I can always ask for something different. It’s not like I have a lot to move.
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Basch steps forward, pushing Sylvain against the wall of the alcove around the door. He cages him with one arm, the other sliding from his back to his side, and kisses him, hard. ]
I want you to show me your room, little fox [ he breathes in Sylvain's ear, hoping the stern tone and gentle pet name will put Sylvain in a place of listening and trusting, before going for another kiss. ] And then I want you to picture me in it when I'm not there, and come find me as often as you like.
[ He draws back just enough to look Sylvain in the eye. ] I've never been dishonest with you, and I'm not starting today.
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Caged in, it’s all he can do to just kiss him back. Not that there’s a lot of other things he’d be wanting to do right now anyway, but that’s beside the point. Basch kisses him hard enough and long enough that he’s panting for air when the other man finally pulls back, eyes dark and a little dazed as he meets the man’s intense gaze.
And then those words sink in and he gives a little shiver as the man’s warm breath teases against the skin. His moan is once more swallowed up by a kiss and he leans into it this time, hands coming to slide around Basch and draw him in closer. Skimming over still-damp skin, tangling in his hair. ]
I can do that. [ His voice is low and husky, softer now. That tone very much had an effect and the return of that nickname makes him smile a little, even if it’s still a little self-conscious.
He’s pinned in place by that gaze. His tongue darts out, wetting dry lips, but he manages a nod. ] Okay. But you’ll tell me when I’m overstaying my welcome.
[ When, not if. ]
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Glad Sylvain is still reaching for him, pulling him close. He gives a low groan back, wanting the other to remember how much Basch likes all of this. He doesn't have any desire to throw it away. Just old wounds that act up sometimes.
He doesn't frown at Sylvain's wording, or try to argue. He just brushes his hair back, nodding in turn. ]
Alright. And you'll tell me when I'm overstaying mine.
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Instead he just nods, drags Basch in for one more kiss before offering him a crooked smile that’s slowly working its way back to convincing again. ]
So you wanna come help me explore? Maybe help me figure out if my bed is as comfy as yours?
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[ Again, he knows not to push too hard or point out inconsistencies. And Sylvain isn’t shut down, and that smile is coming back to normal after another good, deep kiss.
It hasn’t occurred to him though that Sylvain wanted to explore the rooms with someone, and it’s deeply flattering Basch was one of the first he wanted there. ]
Yes, I do. And I want to see if the light on you looks any different in the morning than it does in my room.
[ Because he means to stay around as long and as often as Sylvain will have him. That hasn’t changed. ]
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He leans in, kissing him in return, something almost like an apology in the gesture as he twines his arms around the man's waist. ]
Okay. I'll try. But... what made you think I wanted space?? I just moved in next door. That's pretty much the opposite of space.
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The kiss, the arm around his waist, they're good. Basch winds his own back, kissing softer this time. An acceptance of an apology, and one in return.
It's hard to hear his own misstep called out, but he's glad Sylvain can voice it. Because then he can address it. Otherwise, anything he brought up would sound defensive. ]
When I was younger, I had what I thought was a fairly serious engagement with another officer. We kept it private, but it was to my understanding hardly casual. A room rearrangement left us next to each other. We were of similar rank; I thought it would make things easier. He let me know in no unclear terms that he did not want me to be seen coming or going from his rooms. I was reassigned not long after.
[ He cups Sylvain's face, brushing his cheek with a thumb. ]
It had nothing to do with you. Just a memory I wasn't prepared for.
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Not that he's really one to judge. He'd treated scores of lovers with a similar carelessness. But he'd also tried to never imply that he was interested in more than a night with any of them. Although plenty had made assumptions anyway.
His arm tightens about Basch's waist as he glances over to meet his gaze, a frown on his lips. ]
He was a fool.
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We were both fools, in our own ways. But I know now he didn't need to be that cruel or indirect.
[ He twines his fingers in Sylvain's. If someone told him one night, he'd listen. If someone told him they were done, he'd listen. He used to think he was missing the cues. But he couldn't read minds. ]
I also realize now that I did not deserve that treatment. [ A steady gaze, and careful not to press too hard, but...Sylvain had been part of that. Realizing he was worth respect and direct expectations. ]
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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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