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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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The redhead is lucky it works long enough to keep him from speaking up.]
Mmn...?
[It takes him a second to catch up even once it ends, blinking owlishly as the taller man speaks. What is he up to now...? Brows knit in confusion and curiosity—but honestly, it's Sylvain. Just a moment of searching those brown eyes, and he nods.
Little does he know just how difficult an ask that's about to be.]
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It also reminds him there is some danger someone else might step in while Sylvain is away. His cock only hardens further at the thought of Sylvain chasing them off, claiming him so directly.
Gods he is not getting out of this without a smattering of new fantasies.
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Grinning at Olivine and dropping one more quick kiss on the priest's lips, he tugs him back in the direction of where Basch is secured in the stocks. Of course, they're coming from behind, so all Olivine can see is Basch's very pretty backside and Basch... won't be able to see a thing.
He plucks a vial of oil off a nearby table - making sure he grabs the lube and not the suncreen - before positioning Olivine directly behind Basch. He places the bottle in Olivine's hand and winks at him before leaning in to murmur softly in his ear - just quiet enough that Basch won't be able to hear. ]
I want you to get him ready.
[ And then he lets his hands slide up Basch's spine in a familiar caress, stepping around the stocks so Basch can see him and know he's still safe. Although he's pretty sure the man would recognize his touch by now anyway. ]
Still doing okay, pet? Ready to play?
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That alone says a lot about the trust he feels toward him—that, even without knowing who the bound man is yet, he's comfortable believing that this will be fine. He exhales a soft noise and nods at those words, holding this bottle of lube and feeling... well, a little out of his element. But if Sylvain will direct him, he also doesn't mind.
He does wait for now, though. The taller man drifts to Basch's front and speaks, and it takes everything Olivine has not to squirm in his waiting. There's definitely not a part of him that feels envy of Basch being the one in this position, either. Really.]
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[ But his voice is husky, not worried in the least. The last time Sylvain called him pet was a very good evening, and his cock is already hard enough to be craving the other's touch.
Though -- he doesn't see anything in Sylvain's hands, and the other hasn't touched him yet. What on earth did he go to do? ]
Play with me until you're satisfied.
[ To be clear he doesn't need this rushed. ]
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[ Sylvain informs him cheerfully, even if they both know that's a lie. He's always taken care of Basch's limits, the things that might bring him discomfort. But he's equally aware of the things his lover might crave without being brave enough to consider it himself. ]
And, oh, I intend to. In a round about way.
[ Which is when he glances down the length of Basch's back to meet Olivine's gaze behind him, one eyebrow quirking upwards, as if to ask. Well? ]
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He's already uncapped the bottle by the time Sylvain answers Basch's comments, slicking is fingers liberally with some of the contents. This is—not something he's used to doing on anyone other than himself, but it's simple to follow that same logic anyway. That said, he's much more careful than he is with himself, for a lot of reasons. One hand comes to rest gently on Basch's hip as one finger slips between his cheeks to trace his hole. It's really very different from his own, and Olivine is abruptly completely aware of why most people actually worried about having enough lube for this. Basch is so tight like this...]
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And then his entire body goes rigid, shuddering with unsuspecting pleasure as he moans. There's a very warm, human hand tracing his hole with the slickness of lube.
His gaze goes hazy even as he searches for Sylvain's face, his own questioning and wide-eyed. Was...Sylvain going to have someone else fuck him and watch? Or at least prep him?
The way his cock jolts betrays how much he doesn't mind that idea. ]
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Stay relaxed for me, pet. We're going to play a new game tonight. And you promised to be good for me, did you not?
[ Threading his fingers in Basch's hair, he grips on, tipping his head back slightly and holding him in place. And then his gaze meets Olivine's over his back once more, lips still curved in a pleased smile. ]
I want you to stretch him slowly. No more than two fingers for the moment. Open him up for me. He makes the most delicious noises when he gets so needy.
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this whole experience is going to be torture for him just because of how much he's going to want after this.]
Mm.
[it's a soft affirmative, one that at least doesn't give away who he is for now, alongside his nod. gaze dropping to the blond's spine, he lets his fingers drift down its length in a warm, soothing motion. around that same time, the first finger slips inside him, flexing gently against the tight ring of muscle there before easing in. just a little at a time, almost infuriatingly slowly. part of that might be him not knowing how much the other can take at once... but honestly, a lot of it is just quiet fascination and affection for the man he's toying with.
it doesn't hurt that he's definitely used to playing with himself, so his fingers are devastatingly efficient at seeking out little sensitivities as he goes, sinking in past the second knuckle only to bend his finger and drag it out again, so that the bone catches on his entrance briefly.]
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And that's before his unknown assailant very deftly begins to massage his opening. The moan caught in his throat turns to a whimper, knees buckling momentarily as his hips briefly jut. The whole motion pulls his head back, only to have Sylvain's grip sting lightly against his scalp. He struggles to adjust himself and try and keep still. ]
Have you been fantasizing about this? [ he rasps, gaze dragging down Sylvain's face. He's not sure if it's hotter -- or more terrifying -- if this was calculated or entirely spontaneous. ]
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And he can already guess at the wants that might be stirring in the priest's mind. But they have time, after all. He wants to see how this will go first.
Basch's voice is full of his own want, already husky and low and the familiar sound of it has his smile widening as he glances down into the bound man's face. ]
Not exactly this. I can't say I foresaw you getting yourself locked in some very public stocks. But thought about something similar? I might have, once or twice. When you were so needy for me at the Gilded Cage and at the club after, for instance. I wondered what you'd think of it. If you'd like it.
[ He brushes his fingers along Basch's tipped jaw, noting the growing flush to his cheeks as well. ] And I think you've given me your answer quite prettily.
[ His gaze flits back to Olivine again, fond amusement still invisible. ] He very much liked whatever you just did. In case you missed that part. [ Which he doubted. but he did enjoy teasing them both. ]
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none of that stops him from his actions, though. not when the other responds so nicely to the crook of his finger, expression thoughtful and curious when Sylvain's gaze lands on it. he absolutely hasn't missed anything—but his gaze lifts up to the redhead and he just... nods.
God, he wants to speak again. Olivine actually didn't think it would be this difficult to follow that simple order. still, he keeps up his ministrations, waiting for the familiar sensation of the blond's body relaxing, so he can slip a second finger in. it moves out of time with the first for now, raking along his inner walls with just the slightest scissoring stretch.]
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I wasn't sure, before that. I don't think I'd want to try if it wasn't you.
[ There's a thrill, too, to knowing he has two audiences -- whoever happens to stop and watch (which is no small thing today), and the stranger at his back. Does it excite them? repulse them?
But then he's turning red to his navel, embarrassed and proud all at once as Sylvain draws the stranger's attention to Basch's reactions like he's showing off a prize, but also making sure Basch is taken care of. He doesn't have time to dwell on it, because he's moaning again, body shuddering as a second finger joins, actively loosening him. ]
Fuck.
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[ His amusement audible in his voice, Sylvain combs his fingers through Basch's hair with a faint smirk. Watching both of them with a hungry gaze. ]
There's those pretty sounds I love. I'm going to step around behind you now for a few moments, alright? But I'm still right here. And if you need to see me again, you've only to say so.
[ He's not sure about leaving Basch's line of sight, when they'll both be behind him and they're out in public like this. But he's hoping he'll be distracted enough that it won't be a problem.
Waiting for acknowledgement from Basch first, he then moves back around behind the stocks - but only to move behind Olivine and wrap his arms around his waist, plucking the bottle of oil from his other hand and slicking his fingers. ]
Three fingers now. [ This time, the murmur is loud enough for Basch to hear his voice.
And then he slides his hands down Olivine's swim trunks and curls those oil-slicked fingers around his cock, stroking him teasingly, knowing just how he liked it. ]
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even as he lets go of the bottle of oil, that makes him glance back in some measure of confusion, completely lost to his intentions. it's a terribly different situation from what he's used to, that's all. and he doesn't know what he expected, but this?? is not it.]
Mmnh—
[his fingers twitch as Sylvain's hand slides into his trunks and curls around his cock, hand pulling away from Basch's back to cover his mouth in a bid to keep quiet. really, that is the least fair after your rules, sir!! he's gotten that Sylvain wants to keep Basch from knowing who he is, after all, and Olivine... does not have the least distinct voice by any means.
plus, having a hand stroking his cock even in its half-hard state is distracting when he's supposed to be stretching Basch. movements get a little clumsier, but they're no less teasing overall. once he's able to slip a third finger in, he does start searching in earnest for the blond's prostate, wanting to see him—and feel him—react.
they are going to absolutely ruin you for this one day, Sylvain. one day.]
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But Sylvain moving out of his view means he's suddenly confronted with just how many folks are openly watching them. Judgement or laughter would be easier, he thinks. The hunger is stranger, heavier somehow.
His ears are straining now, and he catches Sylvain's order, and the muffled sound from the other person. Someone Sylvain knows then? Or was he bold enough to pull a stranger into this?
Basch doesn't have time to think, or to worry, because in another moment, there's a third finger entering. It doesn't matter if its clumsier, because the owner knows where to direct it. Basch's eyes clamp shut, toes curling against the ground and back arching up as he lets out a breathless whine. He clenches around those fingers, hips rocking on their own, even as he forces himself to draw in breath.
It occurs to him in a slight panic that the rules were serving the pleasure of the other. If this person wanted, they could bring him to orgasm again and again until he wept and couldn't stand, and Basch could do nothing about it. He doesn't think Sylvain would let them, not past Basch having fun -- and some part of that scenario is thrilling -- but he can't help the thread of tension that goes through him, a lifetime of real humiliation and a few years of imprisonment deep in his memory.
Even as he moans again, body seeking that pleasure even as it worries. ]
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Or maybe it's just that he's seen so often, how the man's thoughts can strangle and pull at him. His free hand slides along the curve of Basch's ass in a soothing gesture, even as his other hand continues to stroke Olivine to hardness. His lips trail against the priest's shoulder in slow, playful nips and kisses. Seeing if he can get more of a moan to slip free.
He knew he'd set a fairly impossible task for the other man, especially with what he had in mind, but he enjoyed seeing Olivine try, even as pleasure had his own skin flushing, eyes darkening with want. ]
That's it. Just like that. Nice and slow and deep. Breathe for me, Basch. I'm still right here. [ Just so any anxiety didn't get the best of him.
But he does speed his paces a little, slicking Olivine's cock with oil, thumb teasing against the head as he works him to hardness. Knowing exactly what Olivine liked and using all that knowledge against him. ]
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Honestly, he's just proud that the only thing that escapes him is a moan. Hips rise into the touch even as he works all the more diligently to see to Basch's pleasure, slow and deep but still markedly careful.
Lips part and he almost speaks, catches himself. Gives Sylvain an almost pleading look past long lashes, instead. His free hand lowers again about now, joining Sylvain's on the opposite side to soothe and steady. His thumb brushes fondly over the swell of Basch's hip, occasionally twitching as his concentration wanes.]
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The familiar touch to his ass does wonders. This isn't so different from anything else they've done, after all, and who knows him better than Sylvain?
Then there's a second hand, and a low moan escapes him again, the pleasure returning to the languid teasing. It's...comforting, and gentle. Warm. Not what he's expecting from some third party participant. It makes this easier. ]
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Good boy.
[ Which one is he talking to? One? Both? It's impossible to tell and he doesn't clarify.
But he nudges Olivine's swim trunks down and out of his way, gently tugging out his cock as he keeps stroking him. His length is nicely slicked now and he nudges him closer. In between Basch's spread legs, as Olivine's warm skin is pressed flush to the back of his thighs.
And he guides the tip of Olivine's cock to tease over that tight ring of muscle. Teasing them both with the sensation of it. ]
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Ha-aah?!
[his cock presses against his fingers at Sylvain's guidance, tip teasing Basch's entrance and receiving more than enough stimulation of its own. Sylvain, you monster. but then—he can't deny it feels good. better than the last time (the first time) he'd done it, by far, and it's something he can do to give back a little for all they've given him, perhaps.
anyway, his fingers shift to start pulling free of Basch, because as unusual as it is for him to be on this end, he doesn't mind... and he also doesn't need to lose his mind completely because Sylvain wants to be a huge brat, thanks!!!]
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But then there's a swell of warmth behind him, and a startled, erotic sound that he can almost place the owner of...until there's a cock at his entrance, one that is decidedly not Sylvain, and he lets out his own whimpering moan, as much because he's into it as because oh, gods, he's into it. And Sylvain and everyone else can see that so clearly.
But his back arches of its own volition, ass angling to make this easier. Gods, he wants this, curiosity and shame and a streak of defiant exhibitionism all driving him onward.
And that this is what Sylvain wants to do with him. ]
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Olivine's surprise catches him a little by surprise as well, but he continues trailing kisses along his throat and shoulder as his focus narrows in on him for a moment, as if to check in that he's still okay with this. His cock is hardening even more in his hand, so he's taking that as a good sign, even as he rubs the sensitive head of his cock against that hungry ring of muscle currently clenching about Olivine's fingers. ]
I've got you. Pull your fingers out now, sweet, he's good and stretched. And he'll feel so good and tight around you. So hungry to take all of you. Aren't you, pet?
[ There's fondness in his voice as he addresses both of them, his smile audible, even as he nudges Olivine even closer, his hand guiding the priest's cock into breaching that tight ring of muscle. Pressing him into Basch's eager body, even as his other hand soothes over the curve of Basch's backside, feeling the way he shudders and presses back, chasing more. ]
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Fingers pull back and find themselves space on a hip, breath hitching as he follows Sylvain's guidance and his cock slips past that ring of muscle, hips twitching at the dizzying heat. It's more than he expected, to be sure. Hotter by far than a mouth, especially as he slides in deeper.
God, but he wants to speak. To confirm how good it feels, how tight it is—to alleviate any worry Basch might have as to who is with him, maybe. But he's also always been one to try his very hardest to behave when given an order, so speech is off the table.
He can't stop his moans now though, husky and deep and warm. And though he's notably average compared to Sylvain's size, the blond is so tight around him.]
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