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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]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

[It doesn't take long to be sure he's been set up to fail. Not that Olivine didn't know that as soon as Sylvain's warmth settled behind him, but now? With him kissing and nipping the priest's shoulder while he's working him yup with virtually expert precision?

Honestly, he's just proud that the only thing that escapes him is a moan. Hips rise into the touch even as he works all the more diligently to see to Basch's pleasure, slow and deep but still markedly careful.

Lips part and he almost speaks, catches himself. Gives Sylvain an almost pleading look past long lashes, instead. His free hand lowers again about now, joining Sylvain's on the opposite side to soothe and steady. His thumb brushes fondly over the swell of Basch's hip, occasionally twitching as his concentration wanes.]

[bardische]

[ He does as he's told, forcing air into his lungs, focusing on Sylvain's voice. He closes his eyes, not wanting to be pulled away from this.

The familiar touch to his ass does wonders. This isn't so different from anything else they've done, after all, and who knows him better than Sylvain?

Then there's a second hand, and a low moan escapes him again, the pleasure returning to the languid teasing. It's...comforting, and gentle. Warm. Not what he's expecting from some third party participant. It makes this easier. ]

[philancer]

[ Basch relaxes beneath their hands and he smiles, pressing a kiss to Olivine's throat as he hums softly, pleased. ]

Good boy.

[ Which one is he talking to? One? Both? It's impossible to tell and he doesn't clarify.

But he nudges Olivine's swim trunks down and out of his way, gently tugging out his cock as he keeps stroking him. His length is nicely slicked now and he nudges him closer. In between Basch's spread legs, as Olivine's warm skin is pressed flush to the back of his thighs.

And he guides the tip of Olivine's cock to tease over that tight ring of muscle. Teasing them both with the sensation of it. ]

[massochism]

[Olivine's guess is definitely both or Basch, at this point. most likely both. it doesn't matter, of course, as Sylvain tugs his cock free and his shorts fall down his thighs some, groaning when he's nudged closer, until his hips meet the blond's and his cock rests in the cleft of his ass.]

Ha-aah?!

[his cock presses against his fingers at Sylvain's guidance, tip teasing Basch's entrance and receiving more than enough stimulation of its own. Sylvain, you monster. but then—he can't deny it feels good. better than the last time (the first time) he'd done it, by far, and it's something he can do to give back a little for all they've given him, perhaps.

anyway, his fingers shift to start pulling free of Basch, because as unusual as it is for him to be on this end, he doesn't mind... and he also doesn't need to lose his mind completely because Sylvain wants to be a huge brat, thanks!!!]

[bardische]

[ Basch isn't sure which one of them Sylvain is talking to either, and feels a delicious bite of embarrassment as his cock responds to he praise even as his mind worries it wasn't for him, like waving back to someone who wasn't waving to you. Just. More embarrassing.

But then there's a swell of warmth behind him, and a startled, erotic sound that he can almost place the owner of...until there's a cock at his entrance, one that is decidedly not Sylvain, and he lets out his own whimpering moan, as much because he's into it as because oh, gods, he's into it. And Sylvain and everyone else can see that so clearly.

But his back arches of its own volition, ass angling to make this easier. Gods, he wants this, curiosity and shame and a streak of defiant exhibitionism all driving him onward.

And that this is what Sylvain wants to do with him. ]

[philancer]

[ His attention is keenly focused on both of them, trying to read all their reactions, what is writ in the lines of their bodies as he teases them both. They hadn't really discussed any semblance of boundaries before this, so he's playing it by ear, carefully balancing between what he thinks they might both need, without tripping over some unknown issue. But so far it seems relatively smooth, and Basch's moans are more reassuring than anything because he knows that timbre so intimately.

Olivine's surprise catches him a little by surprise as well, but he continues trailing kisses along his throat and shoulder as his focus narrows in on him for a moment, as if to check in that he's still okay with this. His cock is hardening even more in his hand, so he's taking that as a good sign, even as he rubs the sensitive head of his cock against that hungry ring of muscle currently clenching about Olivine's fingers. ]

I've got you. Pull your fingers out now, sweet, he's good and stretched. And he'll feel so good and tight around you. So hungry to take all of you. Aren't you, pet?

[ There's fondness in his voice as he addresses both of them, his smile audible, even as he nudges Olivine even closer, his hand guiding the priest's cock into breaching that tight ring of muscle. Pressing him into Basch's eager body, even as his other hand soothes over the curve of Basch's backside, feeling the way he shudders and presses back, chasing more. ]

[massochism]

[The kisses help, as does the guidance and his soothing commentary. It feels a little silly to feel like he needs it, because this isn't a difficult task mechanically and he's pretty sure he can guess what Basch would like... but he's relieved nonetheless. Maybe that has more to do with the way he's talking than any kind of need, though.

Fingers pull back and find themselves space on a hip, breath hitching as he follows Sylvain's guidance and his cock slips past that ring of muscle, hips twitching at the dizzying heat. It's more than he expected, to be sure. Hotter by far than a mouth, especially as he slides in deeper.

God, but he wants to speak. To confirm how good it feels, how tight it is—to alleviate any worry Basch might have as to who is with him, maybe. But he's also always been one to try his very hardest to behave when given an order, so speech is off the table.

He can't stop his moans now though, husky and deep and warm. And though he's notably average compared to Sylvain's size, the blond is so tight around him.]

[bardische]

[ Basch is lucid enough to notice how gently Sylvain speaks to the other, and he knows his lover well enough to know that tone is only used when necessary. So -- he's not the only one pressing up against some discomfort. ]

Yes [ he rasps obediently, as much for his unknown partner as for Sylvain. ] You already...feel so good.

[ Because he does understand, if their roles were reversed, that hearing a clear yes would make it easier.

He groans as the other's cock starts to press past his outer ring, body sensitive and shuddering. The others moans are just as wanting, and again, dance on the edge of his knowledge. He doesn't have enough brain to direct at them.

Basch tries to keep still, but his ass rocks, clearly ready for more, his hands clenching and unclenching since all he can do is try to stay stable and wait. ]

[philancer]

Just like that. [ Sylvain murmurs the words against Olivine's ear, his voice husky and low as he watches the movement of the priest's cock pressing into Basch's body, the way Basch rocks and shudders, taking everything they give him.

He moves his hand out of the way, letting Olivine find his own pace as he pushes in deeper, his hands sliding over the man's hips, up his ribs. Playfully drifting higher to give a tug on one of the pretty chains that dangle from his piercings. ]

I want you to fuck him, just like this. Slow and deep. Draw it out. I want to see how much you both enjoy it. Feel how good he feels, so tight and needy around you. He wants more. And, I think, so do you, yes?

[ He's pretty sure he knows that answer already, but he lets one hand slide down to grasp at Basch's hips, shifting his angle as he nudges Olivine forward with how he's pressed against his ass. Starting the motion in the rock of his hips, guiding Olivine along with him. He has more plans, still, but he wants to make sure they're both comfortable with this much before going to the next step. ]

[massochism]

[Basch's words drive a shiver through him, given so earnestly. it helps more than he can even understand, separates him from clinging solely to the certainty of being guided. even without knowing who it is, much like himself, the blond wants this. in more than just his actions and movements.

so, despite that clumsy feeling he still has, he can settle into a comfortable pace. still slow, but it's as he gets his bearings rather than any hesitation on his part. at least, until hands slide up to his chest to tug a chain, resulting in a marked jolt of the priest's hips.]

Haauh—I—

[he isn't sure if that's permission to speak or if Sylvain is just teasing since they both know he can read every reaction Olivine makes... but he can't cease that breathless noise in any case. his eyes and his tone answer wordlessly—he does want more, yes.

hips box him in and that's enough to keep him anchored, pressed forward and allowed back. the movements are ultimately his own, a little more stuttery than Sylvain's as he pulls back because God, that is a lot of sensation he isn't used to.]

[bardische]

[ It relaxes Basch, too, that whoever this is, they're getting a lot out of it too, and not in a dominating way. Not that he minds being dominated, and Sylvain is clearly doing an excellent job of that, but hitting his desire to be used, to be protected, and to soothe and protect another all at once is -- almost too good to process.

His unknown partner is not particularly large nor aggressive, and that's it's own teasing. He enters slow, steady, enough to stimulate him but not enough to overwhelm, fanning his heat slowly.

Then there's a sound and Basch cries out in turn, body clenching around the sudden jolt. And he has no doubt how that happened. ]

Sylvain, be gentle with him.

[philancer]

[ That gets a low, husky chuckle from the redhead, even as he reaches between them to playfully give Basch's ass a swat in chiding. ]

You're not supposed to be the one giving the orders right now, remember? [ It's said with obvious teasing, not wanting Basch to take that seriously either. But also he had been being gentle. Mostly. ] Someone is just deliciously sensitive.

[ And they both should know him well enough by now that he's terrible at resisting temptation.

Still, his hands go back to sliding over Olivine's skin as he rocks him forward again, still guiding that motion. Setting the pace even though it is Olivine's cock pressing into Basch and not his own. ]

But that just makes this all the more fun. Especially since i can tease both of you at the same time, this way.

[massochism]

[He's a little surprised by the chiding Basch gives Sylvain, partly because he's half-forgotten the blond doesn't actually know who's behind him. If he did, he probably wouldn't have worried about it at all.

They both know intimately how sensitive he is, after all... which Sylvain brings up succinctly and prompts a soft, almost answering hum from Olivine. He'd actually say so, but—

Really, he's not sure what keeps him from breaking the rule: Sylvain's actual order and his wanting to be obedient, or the fact that Basch is plainly enjoying this. Would it still feel like "using" him if he knew?

Either way, he's definitely still being good, following Sylvain's movements (partly because he just likes the way his hips feel against his ass, thank you) and only giving a brief pout at the confirmation that he's just teasing both of them. Honestly, this is worse than when he's tied up and can't do anything.]

[bardische]

[ He does trust Sylvain, and the idea that his unknown partner is sensitive enough to be deeply enjoying this is both charming and makes it guilt-free for Basch to enjoy it too. It wasn't what he'd had in mind for being used, but this was honestly better than anything he'd have come up with himself.

And Sylvain's reaction is only encouraging. ]

Are you going to punish me?

[ He moans again, though, as Olivine rocks in, and at Sylvain's admission this is double teasing. Being used like that certainly does something for him, and he expects he won't be given actual relief for a little while yet. ]

I'm...more patient than you...sweet.

[ Even if he's starting to pant. ]

[philancer]

Aren't you already being punished?

[ You're the one in the stocks, after all.

But that grin in his voice lingers, even as he slides his hands up to tease over Olivine's ribs, then drifting to both of his nipples, playing and tugging and twisting as he rocks his hips forward again. A little sharper this time. ]

Mmm, it seems our pretty pet is still thinking too much. We should do something about that, hmm?

[massochism]

[It occurs to him that it's—a fairly stark difference to see. Not Sylvain; the redhead is just as teasing with him as with Basch, but there's such an easiness to Basch's replies to him that he can't help but be envious of even as he's glad to see it.

Those thoughts are abruptly interrupted by Sylvain's hands, drifting up to tease his nipples and pulling another sharp groan from him in turn. It's in time with the sharper buck of those hips too, seeing him jolting in turn, hips slapping against Basch's.

Thinking too much, he says, and the priest has to take a moment to try and wrack his brain for a nonverbal answer. What would he want if he was going to stop thinking...? The shift of hips is clear enough, but—his fingers shift, trembling in his sensitivity as his whole body wants to squirm at the teasing.

And, quite abruptly, he lets them dig into the blond's hips, gripping firmly to pull them into his thrusts, shifting to try and find just the right spot.

... it really is much harder when he's not using his fingers.]

[bardische]

[ He rather thinks all of this feels a lot more like a careful reward than any punishment, but he isn't going to point that out, and he certainly isn't going to complain. Especially not when this place might decide he has to stay locked up here for real punishment, and the little bit of thought he has toward that is that is he doesn't want anyone else touching him today.

Something about being called our pet pulls another moan from him. That Sylvain wants to share, and that this stranger has some ownership, is electric for him. Even before the threat of being silenced registers.

It doesn't matter, because in another moment Olivine is bucking into him, and then hands join it, digging in as his ass meets warm flesh. He arches, moaning lowly as his body tries to meet the movements he can't predict. ]

Yes [ he rasps, more for his unseen partner than Sylvain. His hands clench and unclench, wishing for purchase on something as the sensation increases. ]

[philancer]

That's it.

[ He murmurs the soft praise in Olivine's ear, fingers teasing sensitive skin as his lips once more trail kisses down the priest's throat. ]

Just like that. You're doing perfectly. Listen to how he moans for you. How he's already chasing you for more. Make him feel good. Make him beg for you.

[ His eyes are on both of them, the way Basch arches back, the way he clenches around Olivine's cock as he presses in at a new angle. The way Olivine's fingers bite into the soft flesh of his ass, leave the imprint of nails in his skin - something else he knows Basch will love.

This is almost as much fun as fucking either of them himself. ]

[massochism]

Mmnh...

[really, he still feels clumsy. Sylvain says he's doing fine though, and Basch responds encouragingly besides—so he doesn't feel the need to slow down or stop by any means. (even if he's practically squirming with Sylvain still pressed behind him, working up more of his need.)

it's more embarrassing somehow, though. listening to the way the blond moans and feeling how he moves; how he himself would respond, honestly. maybe it's that it feels so... greedy, even though he's giving this for Basch too. for that fact alone he keeps going though, pressing past his instinctive preconceptions.

nails shift and drag, raising soft red welts on tan skin. those he marvels at too, so different from how they look on his own, as his pace picks up—sharper, harder, thighs aching with the unfamiliar movement.]

[bardische]

[ Sylvain is just loud enough that Basch catches most of it, which means he's groaning deeply enough that he is embarrassed, back arching for more. It's a delicious mixture of bone-deep shame, feeling terrifyingly known, and desperate anticipation for how he'll be played like a lute.

And that's before Olivine adds the deep drag of his nails and increased pace. He absolutely keens, cock jumping and hands clenching. There's nothing he can do but try to keep as stable as possible. ]

F-fuck. Fuck Sylvain. If this is...your payback...for your birthday....it's working.

[ And then he's whimpering again, thoughts vanishing. ]

Please...keep going...

[ Which has his gut on fire, heat in his cheeks at following that order, but wanting his unknown partner to know Sylvain is right. He does want this. ]