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@basch fon ronsenburg

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36 / m / all / 7 of ♠️ > Q of ♠️

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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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[bardische]

[ A few months ago that teasing deadpan would have made Basch question if he'd misunderstood something, but now he just chuckles lowly, redoubling his plan to take charge a little more often. He would anyway, but...there's something extra intoxicating about these sweet, easy kisses. ]

I'll handle it tonight, and next time I'll walk you through it. [ Not a question. And a reminder he is going to keep being here. He does frown about the resort though. ] I'm glad you came up so often, and that you're here now.

[ He knew Sylvain was more than capable of handling hardships that were significantly lower than being in the field, but it still seemed absurd to need to in a place like this. Especially when their ranks were arbitrary. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain is far too accustomed to an arbitrary rank deciding his position and fate in life. At least this one had been far more palatable than his Crest. It hadn’t been easy, not by a longshot but he didn’t mind that, either.

Besides. The rules to the games here were far easier to navigate, and far more palatable, as hilarious as that would sound to most of the other residents.

Having taken in the room, he tugs Basch back out of the room and moves to flop across the large bed, tugging him with him. ]

Me, too. And I’ll certainly like not having to traipse back downstairs at the end of a date. [ Not that he did that very often. ] But almost all my favorite people are up here now, so I have zero complaints. Especially, [ he adds, smiling up at Basch with a knowing look, ] if it means I get to steal even more of your time.

[bardische]

[ Basch doesn't point out that Sylvain never had to -- and rarely did. He's deeply happy to have Sylvain so close, and it still makes him feel giddy and disbelieving that the other wants more of his time.

It takes so little to be tugged down beside Sylvain, and even less to pull a smile back. Basch rolls just enough to prop himself up, towel nearly dislodge. He notices, but does nothing about it, instead stroking Sylvain's hair away from his glowing face. ]

I like when you're happy, and I like having you so close. But I'm not sure it's stealing when it's so freely given.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain adopts a playful pout that is not at all convincing. ]

But it's more fun to steal it. Didn't you know there's a thrill in doing the forbidden?

[ Not that he saw any of this as forbidden. At all. If anything, he'd felt possessive of the man across from him since the moment he'd laid eyes on him.

Or at least since that enchanted leash had dragged him close and dropped him literally in Sylvain's waiting hands.

It still remained the very best part of that first evening here. ]

[bardische]

Is there now? And will you grow tired of me if I am too eager?

[ His smile is warm, adoring even, and he does not realize the joke he's made. With most, he could never joke about being thrown away, because the inevitability was too great. He is not worried that his interest will drive Sylvain away. Hasn't been for awhile now. ]

[philancer]

[ But the joke strikes Sylvain slightly differently. His fingers falter against Basch's cheek for a moment before he leans in and steals a fierce kiss, fervent and pointed now.

It was something he'd been lectured on far too many times in his life, the carelessness with which he'd treated countless hearts, discarding when they held no real interest for him. His whole reputation had been built around it.

He didn't want Basch to think, not even for a moment, that this was that. ]

No, Basch. There is nothing you could do that would cause that. Not when I'm just as eager for you.

[ A dangerous admission for him. One that skated perilously close to words he'd never uttered in truth. Never meant them. And more, they hinted at the endurance of what he was coming to feel for the other man.

Which, frankly, still scared the shit out of him. Which was why he'd been avoiding looking at it too closely in the first place. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch realizes he's misstepped the moment Sylvain's touch falters, but he doesn't even have time for his brows to knit before Sylvain kisses him fiercely. Instead he catches the other, returning it just as earnestly, holding tight where he can reach him. He doesn't want Sylvain worried that he's hurt Basch.

Even if it touches some deep, old wound he'd thought long passed. It's a strange relief to hear it. And not something he thought Sylvain would want to be pinned down to. So he catches the other's face, pressing their foreheads together. ]

I know [ he says, and he means it. ] You have treated me nothing short of wonderful, and I trust you completely.

[philancer]

[ If only Basch knew how dangerous that was. Trusting him. Sylvain was not a trustworthy person. Especially when it came to matters of intimacy.

But he doesn't say that, even if he feels a pang. Feels a sting of shame that he might be somehow lying to the other man, even if it by omission. Instead, he kisses him again, softer this time. Almost an apology. ]

Honestly? I can't imagine ever growing tired of you. Of this. [ As far as confessions go, this one is soft and uncertain. hesitant. ] That... It's not something I've ever had before.

[bardische]

[ Trust is always dangerous, he'd argue. That's the nature of it. And Sylvain had never abused that. Most of the men Basch had been with had. He'd expected them to even.

He doesn't miss the hesitance in Sylvain, though. He knows him well enough now to read him, and when he needs to be caught for taking an uncertain jump. So Basch keeps his face close, cradling the other steadily, even as Sylvain's admission makes his own insides feel light and squirming all at once. ]

I haven't either, not like this. [ He kisses Sylvain's forehead before pressing their faces together again. It's true. Basch has often fantasized about staying in the throes of infatuation with partners but...it wasn't like this. It didn't feel...real or easy the way they do. That frightens him too. ]

I'm honored it's me. You know that, don't you? I don't need you to know what we're doing or where we're going. I like what we have and how we do it. A lot. That's more than enough.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain has never known where he was going, not really. It had never been his to decide. That, like everything in his life, would have been decided for him, so he'd never let himself worry about it.

Never let himself want anything, either. That had been just as pointless. He'd learned from a very young age that letting himself want something just meant it hurt all the more when it was snatched away, or denied him.

He feels weird, having Basch be the one to comfort him over this, when Basch was apparently the one anticipating being discarded, or grown tired of. He wraps his arms around the other man, drawing him closer, even as he buried his face against his throat. Just holding him. ]

That's probably a good thing, then. Since I've no fucking idea, if I'm honest.

[bardische]

[ Basch could relate to a lot of that, honestly. Even if he isn't always good with words, some part of him understands, even as it hangs unspoken between them.

And he knows how hard it is for Sylvain to acknowledge the things that make him vulnerable. That he's willing to speaks volumes to how much he values Basch. There is no other comfort needed, though he certainly won't protest the way the other nestles into him, clinging to him so sweetly. Basch shifts so they can lie together more comfortably, scooping Sylvain closer to him, gently stroking his back. ]

That suits me just fine [ he rumbles. ] And I'm looking forward to having you closer.

[philancer]

[ A small snort of laughter as he presses a kiss to the curve of Basch's throat. ]

I'm not sure I can get any closer without crawling inside of you. And that... didn't sound quite so weird when it was still in my head.

[bardische]

[ That gets a real laugh from Basch, as much because he's amused as because Sylvain has clearly accepted Basch's comfort. This...all feels good. ]

Where you are is perfect.

[philancer]

[ His smile is pressed against Basch's throat. ]

With you, you mean?

[bardische]

[ He wasn't going to press that point, but when Sylvain asks, the answer comes without hesitation. ]

Yes, as often as you're willing.

[philancer]

[ Another kiss, this one against his collarbone. ]

That might be an awful lot.

[bardische]

That is not the threat you think it is, little fox.

[ He hums against the kisses though, content in his bones. ]