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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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Beach Prompt: Basch's Backside Bonanza (NSFW)

[philancer]

[ He'd heard there were punishments for failing the scavenger hunt, but he hadn't witnessed it firsthand until he spots Basch across the beach.

Being strapped into what looks like stocks. Fully naked. The sight is enough to have his steps stumbling to a halt, and then redirecting his course until he comes to a stop in front of the trapped man. His expression is caught somewhere between utterly amused and just a little horrified on his lover's behalf.

Less horrified, because he can see the man's body already reacting to this and oh, if that isn't an interesting tidbit.

His thoughts are already spinning. He can work with this. ]

....Do I even want to know?

[bardische]

[ It takes one word, one moment to register the voice, and he's flushing all the way to his navel. He's both relieved this won't be an utter stranger, and also squirming with discomfort. Sylvain may know most of his tastes, but this still feels...private in a way he wasn't necessarily ready to share. ]

You always do, little fox. [ He gets the words out, but fails to keep any bravado in his voice. Which means he just sighs, shaking his head. At least it's the hazy edge of twilight, and he won't burn out here waiting naked for a savior. Or...master. ]

I honestly didn't even know I was signed up for their game, or I may have tried to avoid this.

[ Then again, from what he'd gleaned from the rules, this was still possibly easier. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain reaches out and threads his fingers through Basch’s hair in a comforting grip, stepping close enough to block the view of everything else. Giving him the illusion of privacy.

Which was difficult when Basch was completely naked and bent over so enticingly. Although he does glare away a pair of unknown guests watching with hungry looks, a flare of possession in him ]

Well. I can either go beat up a couple of birds, or we can figure out another way to get you out of here. What are you feeling, sweet?

[bardische]

[ Sylvain knows him so well, and he lets his eyes close, taking a moment of comfort in the familiar grip and sense of the world narrowing. So he misses Sylvain's possessive glower, which is maybe for the best given how hard he's already becoming. ]

I...don't feel confident they won't drag me back.

[ Even now, he can't...quite admit that the idea of Sylvain fucking him like this, trapped and on display, makes his knees weak. ]

[philancer]

[ A low, husky chuckle, before Sylvain bends and brushes a kiss against Basch's lips with a knowing smile. ]

Punishment it is, then. I think we can come up with something.

[ His hand strokes against the bound man's cheek, soothing and coaxing all in one. ] You're going to be good for me during your punishment, aren't you?

[bardische]

[ Why does that make him shudder with want. The kiss, the promise of punishment. Anyone else, it would terrify him. Instead, he's leaning into that touch, impatient for what's to come. ]

Entirely obedient. [ Not that he's sure he can do much in this position, but Sylvain is often creative. ]

[philancer]

Good boy.

[ he smiles into that kiss, combing his fingers through Basch’s hair before he straightens again, eyes dark with anticipation. ]

Then be patient for me a moment, pet. I just need to grab something.

[ Or someone, as it were. Not that he informs Basch of that. But he’d spotted a familiar head of green hair nearby and that has those wicked plans in his head spinning in a new direction.

It’s only a few steps outside Basch’s range of hearing, but that’s enough as he approaches Olivine, reaching out to clasp the priest’s chin and drag him into an abrupt kiss in greeting. If only to knock him speechless for long enough to get his proposition out. ]

Up for playing a game, Oli? Nod your head if you are - I don’t want you to say a word until I give you permission, if you agree to this.

[massochism]

[Really, he's just minding his own business, lost in thought when Sylvain approaches. It gives him more than enough time to catch his chin before he can speak, lashes fluttering as he leans into the abrupt kiss.

The redhead is lucky it works long enough to keep him from speaking up.]

Mmn...?

[It takes him a second to catch up even once it ends, blinking owlishly as the taller man speaks. What is he up to now...? Brows knit in confusion and curiosity—but honestly, it's Sylvain. Just a moment of searching those brown eyes, and he nods.

Little does he know just how difficult an ask that's about to be.]

[bardische]

[ Sylvain disappears from sight and earshot. The sudden absence reminds Basch just how trapped and vulnerable he is. Really, Sylvain could be getting anything, and given the other’s more robust knowledge of toys, that makes Basch shiver.

It also reminds him there is some danger someone else might step in while Sylvain is away. His cock only hardens further at the thought of Sylvain chasing them off, claiming him so directly.

Gods he is not getting out of this without a smattering of new fantasies.

[philancer]

[ He is absolutely here and thrilled to keep Basch's mind inspired with new fantasies at all times.

Grinning at Olivine and dropping one more quick kiss on the priest's lips, he tugs him back in the direction of where Basch is secured in the stocks. Of course, they're coming from behind, so all Olivine can see is Basch's very pretty backside and Basch... won't be able to see a thing.

He plucks a vial of oil off a nearby table - making sure he grabs the lube and not the suncreen - before positioning Olivine directly behind Basch. He places the bottle in Olivine's hand and winks at him before leaning in to murmur softly in his ear - just quiet enough that Basch won't be able to hear. ]

I want you to get him ready.

[ And then he lets his hands slide up Basch's spine in a familiar caress, stepping around the stocks so Basch can see him and know he's still safe. Although he's pretty sure the man would recognize his touch by now anyway. ]

Still doing okay, pet? Ready to play?

[massochism]

[It doesn't take him long to recognise at least some of Sylvain's intention here. At the sight of the pillory and its victim, he glances to the redhead briefly, not quite hesitant. More curious, really.

That alone says a lot about the trust he feels toward him—that, even without knowing who the bound man is yet, he's comfortable believing that this will be fine. He exhales a soft noise and nods at those words, holding this bottle of lube and feeling... well, a little out of his element. But if Sylvain will direct him, he also doesn't mind.

He does wait for now, though. The taller man drifts to Basch's front and speaks, and it takes everything Olivine has not to squirm in his waiting. There's definitely not a part of him that feels envy of Basch being the one in this position, either. Really.]

[bardische]

Should I be worried?

[ But his voice is husky, not worried in the least. The last time Sylvain called him pet was a very good evening, and his cock is already hard enough to be craving the other's touch.

Though -- he doesn't see anything in Sylvain's hands, and the other hasn't touched him yet. What on earth did he go to do? ]

Play with me until you're satisfied.

[ To be clear he doesn't need this rushed. ]

[philancer]

Probably.

[ Sylvain informs him cheerfully, even if they both know that's a lie. He's always taken care of Basch's limits, the things that might bring him discomfort. But he's equally aware of the things his lover might crave without being brave enough to consider it himself. ]

And, oh, I intend to. In a round about way.

[ Which is when he glances down the length of Basch's back to meet Olivine's gaze behind him, one eyebrow quirking upwards, as if to ask. Well? ]

[massochism]

[in a roundabout way. it seems... odd, for a moment? His only order so far has been this, after all, so it hasn't yet occurred to him what Sylvain actually intends for him to do. But he relaxes considerably, immediately after Basch speaks. oh. So that's why he was so confident about this.

He's already uncapped the bottle by the time Sylvain answers Basch's comments, slicking is fingers liberally with some of the contents. This is—not something he's used to doing on anyone other than himself, but it's simple to follow that same logic anyway. That said, he's much more careful than he is with himself, for a lot of reasons. One hand comes to rest gently on Basch's hip as one finger slips between his cheeks to trace his hole. It's really very different from his own, and Olivine is abruptly completely aware of why most people actually worried about having enough lube for this. Basch is so tight like this...]

[bardische]

[ Basch catches that word too, brow wrinkling. Would this be the remote toys again, some game he makes Basch play?

And then his entire body goes rigid, shuddering with unsuspecting pleasure as he moans. There's a very warm, human hand tracing his hole with the slickness of lube.

His gaze goes hazy even as he searches for Sylvain's face, his own questioning and wide-eyed. Was...Sylvain going to have someone else fuck him and watch? Or at least prep him?

The way his cock jolts betrays how much he doesn't mind that idea. ]

[philancer]

[ Oh, Sylvain didn't miss that reaction. At all. Smirking faintly, he bends to brush a kiss over those parted lips, enjoying the surprise in that moan. The way his skin flushed with want. ]

Stay relaxed for me, pet. We're going to play a new game tonight. And you promised to be good for me, did you not?

[ Threading his fingers in Basch's hair, he grips on, tipping his head back slightly and holding him in place. And then his gaze meets Olivine's over his back once more, lips still curved in a pleased smile. ]

I want you to stretch him slowly. No more than two fingers for the moment. Open him up for me. He makes the most delicious noises when he gets so needy.

[massochism]

[it is so hard to stay silent. Olivine likes stating his enjoyment, damn it, Sylvain!! but he bites his lip as the redhead teases Basch, calls him pet (and God, does that flare something like envy in him), speaks to him so confidently.

this whole experience is going to be torture for him just because of how much he's going to want after this.]

Mm.

[it's a soft affirmative, one that at least doesn't give away who he is for now, alongside his nod. gaze dropping to the blond's spine, he lets his fingers drift down its length in a warm, soothing motion. around that same time, the first finger slips inside him, flexing gently against the tight ring of muscle there before easing in. just a little at a time, almost infuriatingly slowly. part of that might be him not knowing how much the other can take at once... but honestly, a lot of it is just quiet fascination and affection for the man he's toying with.

it doesn't hurt that he's definitely used to playing with himself, so his fingers are devastatingly efficient at seeking out little sensitivities as he goes, sinking in past the second knuckle only to bend his finger and drag it out again, so that the bone catches on his entrance briefly.]

[bardische]

[ Basch's eyes widen at Sylvain's instruction, even as his fans the heat coiling in him. It may not be Sylvain's hand teasing him, but it's still Sylvain, and the anticipation of what the other is cooking in that mind of his is enough to have Basch on the edge of a wanting moan.

And that's before his unknown assailant very deftly begins to massage his opening. The moan caught in his throat turns to a whimper, knees buckling momentarily as his hips briefly jut. The whole motion pulls his head back, only to have Sylvain's grip sting lightly against his scalp. He struggles to adjust himself and try and keep still. ]

Have you been fantasizing about this? [ he rasps, gaze dragging down Sylvain's face. He's not sure if it's hotter -- or more terrifying -- if this was calculated or entirely spontaneous. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives Olivine a warm look at that softly hummed agreement, meeting his gaze over Basch's back for a moment and seeing the faint flush to his cheeks. Good. he wanted both men to be able to enjoy this, after all, even if they were only just getting started.

And he can already guess at the wants that might be stirring in the priest's mind. But they have time, after all. He wants to see how this will go first.

Basch's voice is full of his own want, already husky and low and the familiar sound of it has his smile widening as he glances down into the bound man's face. ]

Not exactly this. I can't say I foresaw you getting yourself locked in some very public stocks. But thought about something similar? I might have, once or twice. When you were so needy for me at the Gilded Cage and at the club after, for instance. I wondered what you'd think of it. If you'd like it.

[ He brushes his fingers along Basch's tipped jaw, noting the growing flush to his cheeks as well. ] And I think you've given me your answer quite prettily.

[ His gaze flits back to Olivine again, fond amusement still invisible. ] He very much liked whatever you just did. In case you missed that part. [ Which he doubted. but he did enjoy teasing them both. ]

[massochism]

[it's Basch, Olivine would enjoy just making him feel good, truthfully. listening to them talk just gives him more to think about later, to wonder at having for himself with either—or both, really. the thought occurs to him that his own experience, while now more than enough to learn from, is still so... private. Basch needs not be coaxed, and he has to wonder what that's like. how it would feel of both of them talked like that with him, perhaps.

none of that stops him from his actions, though. not when the other responds so nicely to the crook of his finger, expression thoughtful and curious when Sylvain's gaze lands on it. he absolutely hasn't missed anything—but his gaze lifts up to the redhead and he just... nods.

God, he wants to speak again. Olivine actually didn't think it would be this difficult to follow that simple order. still, he keeps up his ministrations, waiting for the familiar sensation of the blond's body relaxing, so he can slip a second finger in. it moves out of time with the first for now, raking along his inner walls with just the slightest scissoring stretch.]

[bardische]

[ His eyes get even darker, gaze helplessly fixed on Sylvain. It's become a sort of ritual with them, to share what encounters they've revisited when apart. It still gives him a rush to know Sylvain thinks about him when they're apart, let alone performances he's already given. ]

I wasn't sure, before that. I don't think I'd want to try if it wasn't you.

[ There's a thrill, too, to knowing he has two audiences -- whoever happens to stop and watch (which is no small thing today), and the stranger at his back. Does it excite them? repulse them?

But then he's turning red to his navel, embarrassed and proud all at once as Sylvain draws the stranger's attention to Basch's reactions like he's showing off a prize, but also making sure Basch is taken care of. He doesn't have time to dwell on it, because he's moaning again, body shuddering as a second finger joins, actively loosening him. ]

Fuck.

[philancer]

We're getting there.

[ His amusement audible in his voice, Sylvain combs his fingers through Basch's hair with a faint smirk. Watching both of them with a hungry gaze. ]

There's those pretty sounds I love. I'm going to step around behind you now for a few moments, alright? But I'm still right here. And if you need to see me again, you've only to say so.

[ He's not sure about leaving Basch's line of sight, when they'll both be behind him and they're out in public like this. But he's hoping he'll be distracted enough that it won't be a problem.

Waiting for acknowledgement from Basch first, he then moves back around behind the stocks - but only to move behind Olivine and wrap his arms around his waist, plucking the bottle of oil from his other hand and slicking his fingers. ]

Three fingers now. [ This time, the murmur is loud enough for Basch to hear his voice.

And then he slides his hands down Olivine's swim trunks and curls those oil-slicked fingers around his cock, stroking him teasingly, knowing just how he liked it. ]

[massochism]

[with his attention mostly on Basch and his reactions and his mind lost in some thought it really doesn't need to be, he almost misses what Sylvain is doing until his arms slide around his waist, a soft noise escaping his lips.

even as he lets go of the bottle of oil, that makes him glance back in some measure of confusion, completely lost to his intentions. it's a terribly different situation from what he's used to, that's all. and he doesn't know what he expected, but this?? is not it.]

Mmnh—

[his fingers twitch as Sylvain's hand slides into his trunks and curls around his cock, hand pulling away from Basch's back to cover his mouth in a bid to keep quiet. really, that is the least fair after your rules, sir!! he's gotten that Sylvain wants to keep Basch from knowing who he is, after all, and Olivine... does not have the least distinct voice by any means.

plus, having a hand stroking his cock even in its half-hard state is distracting when he's supposed to be stretching Basch. movements get a little clumsier, but they're no less teasing overall. once he's able to slip a third finger in, he does start searching in earnest for the blond's prostate, wanting to see him—and feel him—react.

they are going to absolutely ruin you for this one day, Sylvain. one day.]

[bardische]

[ He almost protests. But Sylvain's taking care to keep him safe, like he always does, and anticipating what he might need. It's no different if Basch can't see him. He knows he won't abandon him, and he knows Sylvain will intervene if Basch starts to shut down.

But Sylvain moving out of his view means he's suddenly confronted with just how many folks are openly watching them. Judgement or laughter would be easier, he thinks. The hunger is stranger, heavier somehow.

His ears are straining now, and he catches Sylvain's order, and the muffled sound from the other person. Someone Sylvain knows then? Or was he bold enough to pull a stranger into this?

Basch doesn't have time to think, or to worry, because in another moment, there's a third finger entering. It doesn't matter if its clumsier, because the owner knows where to direct it. Basch's eyes clamp shut, toes curling against the ground and back arching up as he lets out a breathless whine. He clenches around those fingers, hips rocking on their own, even as he forces himself to draw in breath.

It occurs to him in a slight panic that the rules were serving the pleasure of the other. If this person wanted, they could bring him to orgasm again and again until he wept and couldn't stand, and Basch could do nothing about it. He doesn't think Sylvain would let them, not past Basch having fun -- and some part of that scenario is thrilling -- but he can't help the thread of tension that goes through him, a lifetime of real humiliation and a few years of imprisonment deep in his memory.

Even as he moans again, body seeking that pleasure even as it worries. ]

[philancer]

[ It's only because he knows Basch as well as he does, that he sees that faint hint of tension in his form, despite the eager way he presses back into Olivine's fingers.

Or maybe it's just that he's seen so often, how the man's thoughts can strangle and pull at him. His free hand slides along the curve of Basch's ass in a soothing gesture, even as his other hand continues to stroke Olivine to hardness. His lips trail against the priest's shoulder in slow, playful nips and kisses. Seeing if he can get more of a moan to slip free.

He knew he'd set a fairly impossible task for the other man, especially with what he had in mind, but he enjoyed seeing Olivine try, even as pleasure had his own skin flushing, eyes darkening with want. ]

That's it. Just like that. Nice and slow and deep. Breathe for me, Basch. I'm still right here. [ Just so any anxiety didn't get the best of him.

But he does speed his paces a little, slicking Olivine's cock with oil, thumb teasing against the head as he works him to hardness. Knowing exactly what Olivine liked and using all that knowledge against him. ]