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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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[ His voice is quiet and soothing as he helps Basch straighten up and curls an arm around his waist to help support him against his side. The man staggers and he knows he must be disoriented after how intense that had been. After a moment of consideration, however, he scoops him up in his arms instead, rather than trying to make him walk anywhere. ]
You met and surpassed all my expectations beautifully, Olivine. I wasn't worried at all. [ He grins and leans over to kiss the priest briefly, even though he can feel the way Basch curls into him, the heat flushing his skin. Aftershocks of pleasure or embarrassment? Maybe a little of both? ]
Come on, let's go find one of those big loungers. I think you both could use a few moments of quiet to recover. And can you find me a towel, Oli?
[ He has no idea what they might have done with the swim trunks Basch had been wearing earlier. he may have to go beat up a bird for a replacement pair. Or maybe he just really wants an excuse to beat them up in general for doing this to Basch in the first place. As fun as it had been.
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And if I had failed? [he's maybe a little surprised by the kiss, given their situations, but leans in without hesitation. not that Olivine has ever actually failed when Sylvain hadn't been pushing him directly to do so, but he's gotten to the point where he can be a little cheeky anyway.] I'll go find one. They keep a lot of them around, I think.
[his attention turns to Basch fully then, a warm smile on his lips as he squeezes where his hand still holds. then he shifts to leave them for a moment and find a towel, not at all worried about finding them again once he does.]
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He curls into the warmth, an arm weakly grasping around Sylvain's neck, oddly comforted by the mix of his hold and Olivine's lingering touch. It's surreal, and almost under water feeling, hearing the two of them tease and feeling them lean to kiss around him.
Olivine's hand falls aways, and Basch sees his familiar form disappearing on his task. He hadn't quite caught his breath enough to say something now, but he finds himself glad the other is coming back. ]
Thank you [ he murmurs, hoarse and dry-mouthed. It's too little, and clumsy, but he gives a weak squeeze, head lolling against Sylvain. Gods he feels like he's failing somehow, collapsing like this, not able to finish Sylvain, not able to properly thank or care for Olivine.
And ... the worst part is, some part of him just wants to sink into being taken care of. It's a craving he didn't even know he had, and now that it's open, it's a gaping maw of a want that he has no energy to resist. ]
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Trust me, sweetheart, it was my pleasure. Did you enjoy yourself? Hopefully it wasn't too much.
[ His focus hones in on the man in his arms, knowing how spent he must feel. That had been... a lot. For both Basch and Olivine, he suspected, even if it hadn't exactly been in the way he anticipated.
Finding one of the extra large lounger beds, he kneels on it long enough to lay Basch down on the soft cushion before stretching out beside him and already glancing back up the beach for Olivine, hoping he wouldn't have trouble finding them again. His hand immediately goes to soothe over Basch's skin, too, as if sensing that need for contact and comfort.
And he grabs a bottle of water chilling from nearby, cracking the cap off and bringing it to Basch's lips. ] Here. Drink.
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After all, it was abundantly clear that Basch had enjoyed himself. Olivine had too, even if he still feels like he didn't do enough... which makes him wonder if that's normal, if it's how either of them have been with him.
Inhaling a bracing breath and armed with a few towels (just in case), the priest pushes away his thoughts and makes his way over to the loungers. Neither man is particularly inconspicuous anyway, so it's not long before he's approaching them, smile drawing naturally over his lips. They're both so... confident and sure, he feels like. Comfortable with each other.]
I got a few extra, so we can get properly cleaned up.
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There's a shift, and suddenly there's something soft beneath him. He almost protests being separated from Sylvain, but isn't quite bold enough. And besides, the other is back at his side near immediately, pressing cold water to his mouth.
It helps more than he expects. The beach is hot, and he'd been in the stocks for some time before that intense workout. ]
That's...better. Thank you. [ Less hoarse. ] But why didn't you... [ He doesn't get the rest of the question out, because Olivine has returned, and this, at least, is a loose end he can solve more easily.
Basch turns toward him, opening an arm as if he can summon him down; he doesn't have the energy to do more right now. ]
Olivine. You were incredible. Come lay with us.
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[ He glances up at Olivine with a warm grin, shifting over to make more room automatically. Since he’d intended to draw the other man down with them, too, if Basch hadn’t beat him to the invitation.
He doesn’t miss that Basch hadn’t finished his question, but he lets it go for the moment, reaching out instead to take one of the towels, even as he passed over another of the water bottled to Olivine. He drapes it around Basch’s hips as he presses a kiss to the back of his shoulder, pressed up behind him now that he’d turned towards the priest instead. ]
Come get comfy, Olivine. I think we could all use a bit of a rest after that. [ And cuddles. Those are very important, too. ]
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[He isn't sure which response makes him feel the most shy, honestly. Probably Basch's, he supposes, given how clumsy he'd felt. To think he'd done well is...]
You have Sylvain to thank for that more than me though, I think...
[He's less putting himself down and now just bemused, taking the offered bottle of water and cracking it open to sip before shifting to join them. That feels—a little awkward somehow, soothed by the quiet sense of inclusion they both cultivate effortlessly. It helps quell the sense of yearning that Sylvain had incidentally built up when guiding him... a little, anyway.]
I would be lying if I said my legs weren't a little sore... it's nice to be off of them. [He exhales a hum as he settles in, setting the bottle down out of the way so his hand can slide over Basch's hips.] How are you feeling? Is anywhere particularly sore?
[He's not sure how long Basch was stuck there, okay.]
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And it was new for you, wasn't it? [ He brushes Olivine's hair back, eyes soft, not pushing any farther than that, but...given what he knows of Olivine, he suspects. At the very least being guided to fuck another man, but, well, it would be rude to push him to disclose if he's feeling shy. He tilts his chin up, kissing the other gently.
And then chuckles, shifting comfortably between them both. ] I am old and dazed and all of me is sore, and I have no complaints for it.
[ Or for the way the two of them care for him, covering his nakedness and checking how he is. He wants them both to feel just as cherished. ]
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Wait, what?
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[his words are belayed temporarily by that gentle kiss, lashes fluttering and falling in the comfortable pleasure of it. the two of them are both just so... good to him. it's almost funny.]
I hadn't done that before, no. I just tried to think of what I would like in your place... it seems that worked out okay, hehe.
[and then Sylvain's head pops up from behind Basch's shoulder with abject surprise on his face, and Olivine's head tilts a little.]
... was... it not obvious? I'd really never thought about doing anything like it before.
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No, it was not obvious. You did an excellent job, and read me well. I only suspected from our other interactions. Thank you, for letting me have the role I suspect you would have preferred.
[ It was partly happenstance, yes, but Olivine could have declined. He suspects it being Basch on the bottom was a reason Olivine was even willing, and that makes him feel warm.
He wraps an arm around the other, encouraging him closer, even as his own head tilts back toward Sylvain. ]
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I'm just trying to figure out how Eiden and Rei - let alone anyone else in this place - haven't jumped on your cock yet. [ Especially with how quickly they'd jumped on his. ] Or how I haven't done so. Clearly something I'm going to have to rectify in the future.
...If you enjoyed it, anyway. I'm sorry, Olivine, I hadn't realized. You've been so comfortable with everything we'd done, I didn't realize this wasn't something you hadn't experienced before.
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[with both of them, really, but he feels the want to soothe any uncertainty for Basch as keenly as the other felt it for him. fingers squeeze warmly against his side, and he turns his attention to Sylvain.
that... is a slightly more awkward situation, and it shows in the way his brows furrow as he speaks again, but...]
Well... it isn't that no one has, technically, but I... couldn't really do anything at the time. And it... wasn't how I normally am, since that hunt thing did some strange things to me for a day or two. [he may as well have been bottoming, for all the control he had. honestly, both he and Baizhu are lucky the suit effects kept him from panicking too much. anyway!!! moving on, thank you—] Eiden's known my preference since we first met, and I think it was pretty obvious to Rei, too.
[only now does his hand move from Basch's side to find Sylvain's arm, holding lightly there.]
I... don't really know how I feel about it yet, but I'm not against trying again sometime. It just isn't something I think about, since my tastes run... ah... as you've seen.
["big titty masochist" and "being a top" have a remarkable margin between them on the venn diagram, even if it's not a complete miss.]
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He's more surprised by Sylvain's missing this, and the exchange between the two. He's so used to both of them reading him so well; it did not occur to him that was not a universal trait. And his brow furrows at Olivine's edited tale. ]
This place made you... [ He holds the other tighter, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. ] I'm glad it was not a scarring experience. Your tastes are good as they are, but I'm open if you want to try something of your own accord. [ He reaches behind him, finding one of Sylvain's hands to squeeze, because it occurs to him the other would very much not have pushed if he'd realized. ] I firmly suspect we both are.
And I owe you both. [ More than ever. ]
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Hush, you. You don't owe us anything. But Basch is right. [ This, back to Olivine once more ashe leans in against Basch and lets his hand trace along Olivine's skin. Craving the touch of both of them, and wanting to make sure they're alright. ] You know I'm open to trying just about anything. I wondered why you seemed to be struggling a little more than usual. I guess that makes sense now. But you still did it beautifully. Just in case all those pretty little moans and pleas Basch gave weren't convincing enough.
[ Is he going to be teasing the both of them for this over the next few days? Absolutely. ]
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[weird new circumstance for him or not. His hand drifts over darker skin and then finds its way to Sylvain's arm as it traces his own.]
It was... a little harder than I expected. Everything was so much more intense, and it didn't feel as easy to figure out how to move as it is with fingers. [His head ducks a little, fingers curling around Sylvain's arm as his cheek rests against Basch's chest.] Mm... now you're just making me think I should figure out how to make them even louder than you can get.
[that is a pretty sure sign that he's finally relaxing, the warm comfort of them both putting his insecurities to bed for the moment. Never mind that he does not think he'll ever get Basch going harder than Sylvain could.]
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That is in part because you are particularly gifted with your fingers in the same way Sylvain is gifted at mischief.
[ But his own teasing slips from him, face reddening again as they both tease him and each other.
This is so...nice. Safe. ]
The two of you are going to break me, you know that? [ And he'd willingly let them. He had already. ]
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Although hey! [ he picks his head up to give them both a mock pout. ] I happen to be skilled with mischief and my fingers, thank you very much!
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[He can read that much in Basch's response anyway, cheeks about as red as the blond's. They're so easy to make blush...]
I don't know, I can't remember... you might have to prove it, Sylvain. [having both of them be so encouraging is definitely only helping him be a brat now, it seems. This is what Sylvain gets for not banging him stupid, or something.]
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He does, however, chuckle at both Olivine's tease and Sylvain's protest. ]
Sounds like you didn't sufficiently tire Olivine, Sylvain. You can probably reach, if you wish to rectify that.
[ He doesn't expect either to take him up on it; he's sure Olivine is as tired as he is. But the fact that the thought of being between them while Sylvain fingers the other sends a pang of want through him is certainly something he'll have to keep in mind. ]
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He reaches out to playfully tug at one of the chains dangling from the priest’s nipple piercing, however, knowing the skin will still be sensitive. Grinning, he continues to tease them both a little, even if the attention is turning to Olivine now instead. ]
I’m going to let you in on a very important secret, Basch. Olivine never gets tired out. It’s impressive, really. He makes my stamina look paltry in comparison.
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Mmnh... I definitely get tired out. I couldn't last more than the six last time... [he even pouts, which may have more to do with how red the claim makes him, weight shifting into the sensation.] And your stamina is just fine.
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But it does make him frown, hands stilling. Had they both cut themselves short because his stamina was tapped? ]
If you both aren't satisfied, you shouldn't let me keep you here. I don't mind.
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Basch. Please. What ever gave you the impression either of us were unsatisfied? Or that we wanted to be anywhere else other than here at the moment? [ He bends his head, kissing along the back of Basch's shoulder, even as his gaze flicks to meet Olivine's over his shoulder, one eyebrow arched slightly. ] I, for one, am perfectly comfortable here. Although if you wanna hold Olivine still for me while I make sure he gets a little more worn out, I certainly wouldn't object to that, either.
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