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@basch fon ronsenburg

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My Self-Summary

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.

My Future Plans

Protecting the innocent, being used by the worthy, and being absolutely sexually exhausted at all times. It's his heroic reward, afterall.

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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.

My Ideal Partner

Someone who roughs him up, tells him what to do, and then sings sweet praises in his ear.

Height 5'11" Body Type Barrel-chested romance cover knight (but skinny from his trials. Take care of this man!) Smokes Never Drinks Lightly Drugs On rare occasion Sign Sagittarius Education Dalmascan Officer's Training Occupation Former Captain of the King's Guard Income $$$ He's got that 7 money, and he fucks around Children The people of Ivalice are his children Pets He was quite fond of his Chocobo and the squadron dog Hobbies Woodworking, learning Landisian ballads and stories, polishing swords

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

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

The Defender
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

84%

introverted

MIND

91%

observant

NATURE

67%

feeling

TACTICS

90%

judging

IDENTITY

57%

turbulent

personality test. art credit.

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For Sylvain: Professor Part 3

[bardische]

[ This arrangement turned out to be just as much of a tease for Basch as he suspected it was for Sylvain. Seeing the man in class, in the halls, meeting gazes, knowing what was promised but also knowing he could have very little until then. He'd foolishly thought it might cool some of his attraction, but it had the opposite effect, his private thoughts drifting more and more not just to what they'd done, but to what the other might do when their deal was complete.

When Sylvain was, technically, no longer his student either. At least for now.

Not that Sylvain hadn't found ways to press the rules, to keep teasing and fanning the mutual attraction. But neither had pushed the rules Basch laid down, and the next few weeks crept by at a glacial pace.

Finally, Basch was dismissing the previous student -- good, smart girl -- from his office, walking her out. He'd scheduled Sylvain last, which had been wise on some fronts, but not on how increasingly distracted he'd become. Now his heart leaps, pulse pounding in his ears, as he calls the man into his office.

It's only a lifetime of being stoic that keeps his face even as he gestures to the open chair and takes his own seat, flipping through a near-empty file for Sylvain's exam. ]

Take a seat.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain wouldn't admit to having been pacing and fidgeting out in the hall while waiting for Basch's office to clear. He's not used to getting called down to the Professor's office as long as he kept his grades average and exactly in the middle. To get called here now was... nervewracking.

And the Looks he was getting from other nearby professors was nerve-wracking all on its own. He didn't like having this much of this kind of attention on him.

So he's more than grateful to slink into Basch's office, slumping into the chair before his desk with a grimace at that succinct greeting. He had tried, and he thought he hadn't done too bad? Just his luck, it was apparently terrible enough to get him called here for a meeting instead.

He knew he should have just kept doing what he always did instead. ]

Ugh. Was it really that bad? I told you this was a bad idea.

[bardische]

[ It makes his chest seize oddly, seeing Sylvain flustered and uncomfortable. Maybe he made a mistake asking him here, commanding it really. It could hurt the other’s careful presentation, and Basch didn’t think it was his place to meddle in that. Worse, there were eyes — and ears — everywhere in this hall. But it was too late now.

As to Sylvain’s protests, he kept his face entirely neutral, taking the paper out and sliding it face down to the other. ]

I blinded the names and had my TA assist me so that the grades would be entirely unbiased and fully vetted.

[ Still no change on his face, just watching Sylvain look over the exam. ]

It was the only perfect score.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain had only just started sliding the paper towards him, unable to see the grade on it yet or how badly he’d fucked this up with the way Basch had positioned it. He’s already bracing himself for the worst when the Professor’s words sink in.

And then he just freezes, blinking at Basch in disbelief. There’s no way. ]

What?!

[bardische]

[ He's entirely mentor now, his attention deeply on his student, calculating what the other can and cannot hear, what he needs most in this moment. ]

I am pleased you applied yourself, and I hope this will remind you that you are extremely capable. I’ve kept my word and no one knows your score except me.

[ He can feel the heat entering his cheeks, but his gaze and voice stay even. ]

[philancer]

[ There's a long moment when he's just blinking at Basch in bewilderment before he's picking the paper up and drawing it towards him to stare at it in disbelief. The handwriting is unfamiliar, so he believes that Basch had someone else grade it to be impartial but still...

There had to be some mistake, right? ]

Are you sure your TA didn't mess up?

[bardische]

[ His face only flickers for a moment. He knows reaction will do little to help, but it seizes something in his chest that Sylvain has so much difficulty accepting his own achievement. ]

The scoring is correct, Sylvain.

[philancer]

[ He's still squinting at the paper, like he's expecting the punchline to fall here at any moment. ]

Okay, but the only...? That sounds just as impossible. [ He knows who he's in that class with. That he outscored all of them, when they were all more knowledgeable and skilled in this... That was absurd. ] ...Maybe the others were having an off day?

[bardische]

[ He's entirely an actual professor right now, walking a student through an obstacle, wanting them to succeed regardless of what Basch is in their life after this. ]

There were other high scores; that was not the anomaly. But they were rote solutions. A perfect score requires creativity and a personal take. You scored this well by being yourself, and being earnest. I always enjoy giving these papers back. I get them once every year or two.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain squints at him. And then the paper. Before setting it back down between them again. he tries for a smirk, but there's a hint of unease lurking just beneath the surface that keeps it from being entirely genuine. ]

So is there a catch now, or...?

[bardische]

[ The flush blooms across his cheeks, his neck in record time. Even if his eyes and voice don't waver. Especially because he misreads the distance in Sylvain's smirk. ]

Our agreement still stands. But you are in no obligation to collect immediately if...today's information has not put you in the right mood.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain blinks again, but this time it's in confusion. But he's coming to read his Professor better, at least, and can put two and two together easily enough.

Chuckling, he shakes his head, leaning back in his chair again. ]

Oh, no way, professor. You're not wiggling out of our deal that easily.

[bardische]

[ His brow snaps together, hands curling in confusion. ]

I'm not--

[ But he stops, cut off by the ease returning to Sylvain, the languid confidence that makes his mouth dry. He should be trying to wiggle out of their deal. This man is so young and, despite his best bravado, so vulnerable. Basch is being an absolute irresponsible monster.

No matter that by Sylvain's age, he'd been at war near ten years. Already a commander. His friends who weren't dead married and parents. ]

You had my word. You may collect when you wish. Later, or now.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain pushes himself closer, until he can brace his hands on the desk to either side of Basch and lean over him, where he's still seated. ]

And if I want to collect now?

[bardische]

[ His mouth goes dry, chest tight and hands curling on their own. He doesn't realize he licks his lip. His voice, at least, stays even. ]

You would be well within your right.

[philancer]

[ The corner of Sylvain’s lips quirk, because he doesn't miss any of those things. ]

Hmm. So would you say I’ve well-earned my reward, then, Professor?

[bardische]

Do you want me to praise you now?

[ He asks it very quietly, voice an octave lower. It's clear Sylvain is uncomfortable with it when he's actually being a mentor, but it's also clear the mood has shifted considerably. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain would be the first to say words are empty things, but he’s also the first to be surprised when someone has anything truly praise-worthy to say about him. He’s long ago stopped expecting such things, far too accustomed to words that do ring all too hollow.

Besides, he’s focused on something else right now. ]

No, Professor, I think you should fuck me.

[bardische]

[ He knows something of the sort was coming -- has dreamed of it more nights than he'd like to admit -- but he still chokes out a surprised sound. That wasn't what he was expecting. ]

Any specific requests? [ he manages. But he does stand from his chair, lying his hands on either side of Sylvain's, leaving their faces close enough for their breath to mingle. His skin is electric, heart pounding wildly. It's late. The door is locked. But they're still in his office, and still in a major hall. ]

[philancer]

Yes. [ Sylvain grins up at him, not backing down. ] I want you to explore whatever you want to do with me. Have me in whatever way you’ve been thinking about most.

[bardische]

[ Fuck.

He’s not about to turn down Sylvain’s orders, not when the other made himself so vulnerable for his side of the deal. But this puts Basch in a terribly vulnerable place, admitting to what he wants. Entirely taking control and abusing his position.

But he’s thought about that too. That it must be part of the appeal for Sylvain. That he likes that Basch sees him, that he didn’t want just one time. Does he…want someone safe to take charge? Even if Basch is as safe as a house on fire.

But he can feel his arousal already stiffening his cock. ]

Limits?

[philancer]

[ One corner of Sylvain’s lips quirks up a little higher at that. Part of him is surprised Basch is agreeing to this so readily, but he’s not about to argue his good fortune. ]

How about I just tell you if you ever start drifting near one? I don’t have many.

[bardische]

[ He nods once, solemnly. ]

Then come over here.

[ He straightens, opening a drawer in his desk and fumbling around til he finds a long length of cord. ]

Unfasten your trousers, then turn around so I can bind your wrists.

[ In case that’s off limits. And he’s absolutely fuchsia. He can’t think about what he’s doing or he will bolt. ]

[philancer]

[ He can’t believe that actually worked. Or the fact that Basch is actually taking initiative like this. Oh, he’s still beat red, but the way he gives that order has a shiver of anticipation sliding down Sylvain’s spine as he hastily comes around the desk to Basch’s side of it.

His pants are undone by the time he gets there, and he shoots his Professor a sassy wink as he turns around, wrists behind his back as instructed. ]

Like this? Sir?

[bardische]

[ Well he's already going to the deepest circle of hell, and this was supposed to be about what Sylvain wanted so he can...try leaning into that. ]

Very good [ he says as firmly as he can manage. Gods, does he sound ridiculous? He takes the other's wrists, beginning to crisscross the cord over them. Not so tight Sylvain couldn't get out if he really wanted to, but enough to limit his mobility and put a little burn in his shoulders.

As he works, heart thumping and face still red as it can be, he leans in, hesitating. His breath warms on the other's neck. But this is what Sylvain wanted, so--

He licks below the other's ear. ]

Alright. Undo my trousers as well.