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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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But he can feel the way Olivine's body shudders around him that it won't take much to push him too far. Which is what has him shifting his angle, purposefully brushing over his prostate again as he rocks into him. His own breathing coming more ragged now at the stimulation, the tight, slick clench of Olivine's body around his cock. ]
Think you can come like this for me, Oli? Caught between us like this. Kiss him, Basch? You have better reach than I do right now.
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Nnghaah—!!
[Sylvain's teeth retreat and Basch's mouth finds his jaw, seamlessly dragging him from one sensation to the next. Eyes fall closed and he whines as that thigh presses between his, cock caught pleasantly against its heat. He didn't come that long ago, but between every stimulation and the sound of Sylvain's ragged breaths, he's already so close again.]
Nngh... of course I... haah... so close... hurts so good... ♡
[His head tips up in obedient offering, lashes fluttering back open and pupils blown wide as he struggles to keep some semblance of focus.]
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He doesn't know. But kissing Olivine feels good and warm, and holding him steady as he gives them both what they want is arousing, and something else. He likes taking care of both these men. Doing it at the same time is lovely. Lovely enough that he moans into Olivine, even as he drives his tongue against the other, one of his legs shifting so he can wrap it around Sylvain's, wanting to touch them both, wanting to feel anchored.
Pinned by their weight and focused on his task, he relaxes again. His mind settles, and he just enjoys the familiar timbre of both their breathing and moans getting close to tipping, enjoys the pressure and weight driving into him, enjoys the knowledge that this is ... oddly public still.
He likes this. He likes them. ]
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His breathing ragged in the priest’s ear, his teeth tug at the soft curve of his lobe as his pace turns more determined, aiming at pushing Olivine over the edge now, overwhelming his senses with pleasure. Because he can feel himself growing closer, too. ]
Come for me, Olivine. [ His voice is a low, husky rasp in the man’s ear as his pace speeds, stutters, and then slams deep as his cock pulses hotly and then spills into Olivine after several more sharp, pointed thrusts, unable to hold it back anymore. ]
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he feels dizzy and light, breaths too thin for pure comfort. it makes them short and just this side of wheezy as their tongues mingle, brows furrowing with the last dregs of his concentration being fucked out of him.
the sound he makes when Sylvain's pace stutters and slams deep into him, filling him with familiar, addicting heat, is muffled against the blond, his back arching sharply. there's no way to respond under his circumstances, but he can't hold back any longer either. the heat, the weight of them both trapping him in, the sheer greed and want displayed in such an open place... his body squeezes down tight as heat spills over Basch's thigh, muscles rigid and trembling before he collapses between them, tongue and lips slowing, but not quite stopping. ah... that feels so good.]
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His own moan erupts, feel both of them crest at nearly the same time. If he weren't spent, he likely would have too. It's easy to keep kissing Olivine, one hand stroking up his back as the other gropes for Sylvain behind him. ]
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[ he murmurs the word against Olivine's shoulder, but it's directed at both of them as he smiles down at them fondly. Eyes warm and soft as he pulls out of the priest and flops down beside Basch again, his arm around them both as he buries his face in Basch's shoulder with a laughing groan. ]
Please tell me we don't have to move for a little bit yet.
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Mmm, we shouldn't need to. Though we should clean up...
[because he certainly made a mess of himself and Basch, at the very least.]
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He does laugh softly at Sylvain's dramatic pronouncement and Olivine's practicality, holding the other so he won't push away just yet. ]
There's no hurry. And I've no interest in moving in earnest until we are free to return to our rooms or the baths.
[ Which, feels presumptuous to suggest they stay with him, but the invitation is certainly an earnest one. ]
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[ His grin is still audible in his voice as he nuzzles in against Basch's shoulder, his arm tightening around them both, as if that will be enough in itself to keep them here with him as long as possible. ]
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[a little huff of laughter escapes him, and Olivine lets himself nestle in between the two, his shorter height facilitating it surprisingly well. or maybe that's just the way they all fit together. anyway, whatever it is, he's just... so glad to be here, even in just this moment.
he can deal with the lingering uncertainties later. probably when he's alone.]