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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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[bardische]

[ A cruel grin spreads on his face, swishing the wine as he turns back to the table, slowly selecting what he wants. A lead, which he turns back to show the other, drinking in the flush on his skin, the restlessness to his movement.

The glance at Basch's lips. ]

We could arrange that. I can ply you with wine, and take you for a walk.

[philancer]

[ His glare only intensifies in its heat. ]

It'd be really hard to pretend today didn't happen if you're still here.

[ he's not even touching on the indignity of being leashed and paraded through the town like some prized pet. The very idea fills him with rage. And a strange rush of shame-filled desire. ]

[bardische]

[ Oh, he's stubborn. Basch can see the growing flush, and the resistance to it. He wishes he could know what was going on in that mind, what fantasies were being shoved down.

Instead, he takes a slow sip of his wine, cocking his head to consider his prize, then another before setting it down.

This time he comes behind the man, hands settling over his shoulders, thumbs knowingly settling into circles where muscles are like to be tense.

And this close, if Sylvain wriggles back against him, there's no doubt he'll feel Basch's hardened length. That's the other's choice, though; Basch was honest that he won't offer that sort of touch without an invitation.

Still, he can't resist baiting the other. ]

So tense. Wouldn't it be easier, to not fight so hard at every turn?

[philancer]

[ Sylvain watches him warily until he disappears from his line of sight, circling around behind him. With how he’s bound on his knees, there’s nothing he can do about that, but his posture tenses even more visibly in reaction to a threat he can no longer see coming.

And when those hands settle over his shoulders, he visibly jolts, even as a strange shudder sweeps through him at the contact, skin flushing with the sudden craving to press back into it. He wavers, almost giving in, before his spine jerks ramrod straight once more. ]

If you wanted someone cooperative, maybe you should have found someone you didn’t have to buy.

[bardische]

[ Ah, he's starting to give in. Basch stays where he is, fingers quietly but knowingly moving across muscle, savoring how how the skin is growing hot beneath them. ]

I got exactly what I wanted. [ There's a purr to his voice, still even and unruffled. ] You are perfect.

[philancer]

[ He's glaring at the floor instead now, since he can't see the actual object of his ire. ]

Oh, I assure you, I'm not. And you're not getting anything.

[ Even if the skin beneath those fingers is twitching slightly as he struggles with his own strange urge to press back against it. It has his voice coming out even more strained now. ]

[bardische]

[ He makes a noncommittal sound that is anything but agreement, wide hands moving lower across broad shoulders, skillfully tracing tight muscles. ]

And I assure you, I am already getting plenty.

[ Not a lie, but also certain to gain more of that ire.

Which will make it all the sweeter when he bends. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just makes an incoherent sound of frustration at that. mostly because he doesn't know what Basch means.

But also over the fact that his skin is itching, burning, and the more those fingers skim, the more he craves it. He can feel a tremble starting in his muscles as he resists the urge to press back into the touch. He can't quite hide the faint squirm, though - at least as much of one as his bindings allow.

And that sound of frustration he'd made? Very nearly melts into a moan before he bites it off before it can slide there. Not wanting to give the man behind him the satisfaction. ]

[bardische]

Remember, you can tell me at any time what you'd like [ Basch purrs as his hands keep working, smirking at the way the other fights against his own desire. He's a patient man, and this is well worth the wait.

As his hands get lower, he splays them around Sylvain's middle so his fingers can dig into the muscles of the lower back. And when he moves back to shoulders, he steps closer, letting his own attraction brush against the other, teasing more than insistent. ]

[philancer]

[ He bites back his next instinctive retort, because the angry words are getting him nowhere here. In fact, they just seem to encourage the other man more. Which is the last thing he needs.

Not that Basch is really waiting for that anyway.

And then those hands move lower down his back, digging into tense muscles and his body jolts at the sensation, a strangled sound that's almost a moan escaping him before he can stifle it. Although he flushes deeply a second later, in mortification and anger (and definitely not in growing arousal) that the man had won even that much from him.

And that's when he feels the press of an erection against the back of his shoulder and he chokes on his next inhale, eyes going wide in alarm because oh fuck, what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

....Besides what his body very much wants to do. Yea, he's getting those images loud and clear. No, that's not at all an acceptable option here. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch's smirk widens. No protests, and what is clearly a moan and a stumbling choke of want. The man's body is reacting, and his mind is catching up.

And. No pulling away. No hissing at Basch's arousal.

He doesn't make a point of it, instead letting is hands wander up to massage into scalp. ]

Is it so bad, to be kept and pampered?

[philancer]

[ Oh, that is so cheating.

There's almost a whimper slipping free before he stops it, at the feel of those fingers in his hair, massaging against his scalp. The larger struggle is resisting the urge to melt into a puddle right then and there. Body craving that touch so strongly he trembles with it, mouth going dry, mind going empty of everything except want.

His breath hitches, fingers curling into fists where they're bound behind him, as if trying to distract himself from how good that feels. It's not working.

He almost completely misses the question, too, and then struggles to come up with an answer that's not utterly mortifying. ]

Y-yes! [ That comes out far more strained and breathless than he intended, but he's too distracted now to do anything about it, trying to keep a grasp on his focus when it's unravelling with each brush of Basch's fingers. ]

[bardische]

[ Oh, he is beautiful. Basch yearns to seem him give into pleasure entirely, open himself to this and beg for what Basch is so ready to give.

But he gave his word, and the game is to not give more until he's asked.

The hand in his prisoner's hair seems the right move though. ]

If you're good, I won't have to keep you bound. You could sit in my lap while I pamper you.

[ It's a teasing murmur, as much to test the other as to give any real offer. But his hands stay steady against Sylvain's scalp, his erection still a solid reminder against the other's shoulder. ]

But if you like this, by all means, you are particularly beautiful immobilized and wanting.

[philancer]

[ There's something in those words that paints an image so visceral that he shudders with it, breath hitching in his throat. Even while some part of his mind screams that he shouldn't want that, that he should keep fighting, there's a larger part of him already caving to it. Craving it. Maybe it's the part that knows exactly who this is, exactly how much he really wants that, but that knowledge is hazy and far away at the moment.

Instead, there's only the demanding pulse of need that gets stronger with every pound of his heart.

That flush spreading visibly along his skin, the way his cock has hardened with more than just faint interest now. The shiver of goosebumps on his skin. And the shallow way his body leans back into that touch - the fingers in his hair, the press of the man's arousal against the back of his shoulder. Even without his permission, his body is pushing for more than just that faint contact. ]

[bardische]

[ That shudder is impossible to miss, and Basch curls closer, letting one hand trail across shoulders, down across Sylvain's exposed chest as he kisses against his neck, hand still working across his scalp. ]

That's it. Why spend all that energy resisting what you want? I'm here to take care of you, pet.

Say the word and its yours.

[philancer]

N-no...

[ As far as denials go, that one is not convincing in the least.

Especially when his body is already arching into that touch, chasing it as fingers skim over his flushed skin. Making him burn with the need for more.

He doesn't even realize his head has tipped, baring his throat to the man in a silent gesture of submission. His mind hasn't quite caught up with that - at all. Not when it's drowning in a dizzying haze of heat and want. ]

[bardische]

[ He knows what it is to resist what he feels like he shouldn't want, even if it's lost on him at the moment why he knows that.

The bared throat is response enough. He tips his head forward, tongue roving over the hot flesh there before he bites down, running his tongue over the shallow impressions of his teeth.

He lowers to one knee, the other pressing between Sylvain's spread legs, hands roving lower. All of his touch is light though, easy enough to throw off or lean out of.

He doesn't expect the other to, though. He has him, he knows. ]

[philancer]

[ He cries out as those teeth sink into the flesh at the curve of his throat, the man behind him leaving visible proof of his ownership on his skin. He almost topples forward, were it not for the man's roving hands on his body, keeping him upright, even as he crouches down behind him. Presses a knee between his spread legs in a way that makes him ache - to be filled, he knows, even though that awareness feels distant, as if he shouldn't know that in the moment.

Basch isn't wrong - it doesn't even occur to him to flinch away right now. Not when his body is yearning, craving, so strongly that he can think of nothing else. If anything, he leans into those touches with a strained whimper, body chasing the slide of those hands as they move lower, cock fully hard now as his body strains for more of that touch. ]

[bardische]

[ His hands rove even lower, fingers just skimming thick wiry hair and the very base of hard cock before coming back up to fill his palms with broad pecs, teasing at nipples as he works the mark at Sylvain's neck harder.

This was his. He knew that deeply, in a way that transcended this interaction. And he wanted to hear Sylvain affirm it, beg for it, revel in it.

He slides pumps his thigh slowly, teasing the other, teasing himself. ]

I could bend you over here [ he murmurs between working on that mark. ] Leave you tied and take you like some exotic, beautiful beast. Is that more appealing than being pampered in my lap, pet?

[philancer]

[ The words get a breathless groan from him, his head swimming. It's become impossible to think. He should be, there's something very important he should be focusing on right now, he knows. Probably telling the man behind him to fuck off.

Except that heat within him is no longer just a simmer, it's a raging inferno. And the last thing he wants is for the man to fuck off. He wants him to fuck him because that thigh sliding between his own only emphasize how badly his cock aches, how empty he feels, how much he wants to be filled.

It has the last of his will, his resistance, crumbling away at last as he rocks back against that thigh, trying to chase the friction of it, even if it isn't anywhere near enough. The hands on his flesh tease sensitive skin and he's caught between the two stimulations, body torn in which direction it wanted to chase more. ]

Please...

[ The word slips free without him even realizing he's said it, voice a strained whimper as he gasps for air, shudders with the need for more. ]

[bardische]

Please what?

[ he purrs it, nose tracing agains the sensitive bruise he's started, and he lets his hand dip lower again, barely skimming the underside of Sylvain's cock. He'll hold it while he fucks him, he thinks. Overload him. Break him with pleasure.

The leash he's tethering won't be one of rope or leather. ]

Everyone tells me I can have anyone I want. I want you, pet. So -- is it true?

[philancer]

[ Another breathless cry, as fingers skim along his leaking cock, red and aching with arousal. He strains, trying to chase the movement of those fingers, but he’s pinned and caught in place. Basch has him right where he wants him.

And knows just how to play him.

That question only partially registers, his mind completely fogged over with a haze of need so potent it has him panting for the other man he’d been so stubborn about resisting earlier. All of that stubbornness is forgotten now. ]

I want… I want… yes. Yes, please…!

[bardische]

[ He's more beautiful than Basch imagined he'd be, and his intake of breath says as much.

Much as he wants to fill the other, he wants to tease him even more, see just how much he can make him ache. This is his pet. They're in now rush.

His hand trails back, stroking down Sylvain's length as his other hand starts to undo his pants, pulling himself out into the warm air. But instead of going for lubricant, he lines himself so he can slide below Sylvain's ass, his head teasing the backside of Sylvain's sack as he slots behind him, slow and languid. Arranged, his free hand goes back to the other's pec, his lips back to his neck, humming lowly as he just indulges in touch. ]

[philancer]

[ The redhead arches into him with a whimper, eyes slamming shut at that friction - not exactly what he wanted but his body feels touch-starved, desperate for the attention - any attention right now. His cock jolts against that teasing touch, body shuddering as the sensations wash through him. All of it emphasized by the effects of whatever he’d been given earlier. Those effects fully kicking in now.

He begs. He’s not even aware of half the words that slip from his lips - they might not even be all that coherent, broken and disjointed as his thoughts are, but he cries out, whimpers and pleas slipping free with abandon as he tries to chase those touches, the mouth on his flesh. Multiple little points of contact that send his overheated and oversensitive body higher and higher into desperate need. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch sighs, breath ragged and pleased. ] Good boy. I knew what you wanted. [ His pace stays slow but relentless, covering Sylvain in touch, chasing the way the other pleads for more. ]

I'm going to take such good care of you, tonight and every night you can handle me.

[ Still teasing his own length on the underside of Sylvain's squirming heat, he leans languidly to one side to untether a hand, then the other. His ankles are still bound, but there's a little more choice now -- all fours, or to cling behind him to Basch.

And with that done, he adjusts his angle pressing his head to Sylvain's entrance. Not hard -- he hasn't lubricated them. But he thinks he can wring a little more out of the other first. ]