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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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Comments

[philancer]

[ He’s not expecting it. Granted, he’d been spiraling a bit in his own head, so Basch definitely has the advantage here. But the soft sound he makes as his back hits the wall gets completely swallowed up by the hard press of lips against his own.

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. ]

[bardische]

[ The soft sound he makes is good. The way he kisses back is even better. Basch is confident this was the right choice even before their lips part, but he's glad he's laying it on thick, glad he feels Sylvain relaxing into it.

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.

[philancer]

[ He doubts that will ever happen, but he doesn’t voice that outloud. Even though he doesn’t really realize how double that standard is, either.

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?

[bardische]

So let’s both trust this until the other one says something, deal?

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ Trust isn't an easy thing for him. Something he's sure Basch has picked up in his own ways by now. but he knows the other man struggles with the same thing. Which makes for a rather volatile pair, he thinks, but he can't really regret it, either.

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.

[bardische]

[ He does know it's hard for Sylvain -- hard for both of them, really. Maybe that makes it more volatile. But maybe that makes it more navigable too. He doesn't take it personally when Sylvain struggles.

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.

[philancer]

[ He listens to the story with a hint of incredulousness, and then a flare of anger.

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.

[bardische]

[ Somehow, he still wasn't expecting Sylvain's anger -- no, protectiveness. It makes something in him feel not just warm, but...lighter. Like maybe he hadn't been quite so naive. And that that wound wasn't quite as painful. ]

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. ]

[philancer]

You didn't. You don't.

[ 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.

[bardische]

[ He feels that squeeze on his hand, watches something vie across Sylvain's face. He understands.

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. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain blinks, because he hadn't really made the connection. Maybe because he'd never seen that table in use - or even hints of what Basch might like to fiddle with in his free time. They had so much of it here, after all. ]

Make something? Like what?

[ There's a flare of interest in his eyes, an eager sort of interest as he searches Basch's face. ]

[bardische]

[ He knows he's flushing now. This is stupid...he hasn't told anyone about this in years.

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.

[philancer]

[ HIs gaze drifts over the sight of that flush and he can't help but grin at it. He reaches up, brushing his fingers over one heated cheek. Goddess, he hoped Basch never got over that. He loved the sight of it far too much.

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?

[bardische]

[ His blush only deepens, even if the hand on his face and real smile on Sylvain's face make him glad that the danger has passed. ]

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. ]

[philancer]

Surprise me.

[ 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.

[bardische]

That isn't the point of a gift [ Basch protests lowly, but his own smile is fond. ]

Maybe it's good for you, having to just accept my affection.

[philancer]

[ He just makes a face at that. ]

I'll just have to think up other creative ways to spoil you, then.

[ At least he's good at that. ]

[bardische]

[ He laughs, the fondness only warming at Sylvain's predictable disdain. Without thinking, he clasps the other's face, pressing a kiss to his temple. ]

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. ]

[philancer]

You can protest, but it still won't do you any good.

[ 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... ]

[bardische]

[ The separate rooms are nice. He could appreciate the added privacy, certainly, and it adds a different dynamic than his room has.

His lips curl into a smile at Sylvain's barely veiled invitation. ]

Should we find out? I wasn't quite done with my bath when you knocked.

[philancer]

[ A smile plays around his lips as he arches an eyebrow and drags Basch in the direction of the open door that leads to his private bathroom. Which is such a novelty concept right now, having had to share the facilities down in the lower levels since his arrival. He's not going to miss those. ]

Well, I'd be all for that, but I haven't actually moved any of my stuff up here yet. So I am distinctly lacking in clothes. And soaps. And anything else we might need for that.

[ Does the resort even provide things like that or is he going to have to go shopping? The latter, probably. He's assuming, anyway. ]

[bardische]

The resort clearly has different priorities for our behavior. Anything to make me more willing.

[ It's a teasing ease he doesn't have with anyone else, and he doesn't even notice. Still he follows Sylvain to the new room, looking forward to spending time here. ]

Should we go get them together later today? I can lend a hand moving things, too.

[philancer]

Do we need to make you more willing? I haven't noticed that being a problem in the past.

[ He winks, playful and teasing, because Basch's eagerness is one of his favorite things. Something he encourages every chance he gets. ]

We can do that, although I don't want you to feel you have to. I honestly don't have that much, as I said. There was no room for it down there, even if I did want more things.

[ Stepping into the bathroom, he stops short to take in the large room, which is almost the same size as the sitting room. Certainly far larger than he'd expected. The far wall is one giant shower and there's a large soaking tub under another of those fake windows, this one projecting a distant seashore. The tub actually looks like it might be able to fit them both, too, if they wiggle right.

He gives a low whistle, impressed. ]

Okay, this made the rank jump entirely worth it, with this alone.

[bardische]

Not with you, no [ he chuckles, tugging Sylvain by the hand so the other steps close for a kiss. It's been different with Sylvain from the very first time they were together. ]

Do I need to pin you to the wall again and tell you to let me help? [ he asks, raising a brow teasingly. But he does file away that Sylvain wanted more things for when he decides what to carve. Not opposed to something larger, then.

But both those trains of thought dissipate as he watches Sylvain react to his new rooms. It strikes him, again, how intimate it is to be here, like he's seeing behind the scenes some how. Like Sylvain wants him there for the things that have nothing to do with sex or leisure or showing off.

And it is an impressive bathroom. ] It's a good deal cozier than mine, and much more private than the casino baths. When you're settled in, we can get room service and break it in. [ He's not usually so direct in telling Sylvain what they should do, but right now it seems the better strategy. Especially with pulling the other close again. ]

[philancer]

[ He shoots Basch a sly look out of the corner of his eye, his lips twitching with the effort to restrain a grin. ]

If I say no, will you do it anyway?

[ he definitely doesn't sound at all reluctant about that.

But Basch's suggestion also has his eyes brightening in realization. ]

Wait, we can get room service up here?