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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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[massochism]

[there's a benefit, too, in this part of everything. Sylvain may be matching his thrusts, but it helps keep him focused. something that's good for them and not too rough on Basch—not that he's holding back anymore. that hasn't been happening since his orgasm dragged nearer.

and his cock twitches as the redhead tugs his chain again, moan muted into the kiss, a familiar little shimmer built up in his eyes. fingers squeeze in something like reassurance—not that he can't tell he's close, probably, but that's hardly the point.

when he does finally spill, absent any orders not to, the priest will absolutely reach down to curl his fingers around the blond's cock. mostly to help him get a little more relief—but admittedly, part of him revels in the thought of having that much control in driving him to his release.]

[bardische]

[ The moment that cock thrusts properly into his mouth, he's one keen after another, struggling against the overwhelming sensation even as he seeks more. He's only vaguely aware of the orders, but honestly, he's not going to have any control at this point. The threat of punishment only makes him shudder harder, as does his inability to respond.

And then he feels them both shift, is aware they're kissing above him, and gods why is that so arousing? Why are the hands at his side oddly familiar? His mind could work it out if it weren't so occupied.

He groans harder as he feels the heat of release filling him, chased by the heat of being so publicly used. It's enough that he's already so close. But he isn't expecting a hand to come curl around him, not still filled at both ends, and his sounds turn to a whimper, hips shifting to thrust against that blessed, teasing stimulation, hands scrabbling to hold onto anything.

It takes so little before he's spilling too, whining around Sylvain's cock, hot tears trailing down his face as he struggles to pull breath through his nose. He can't think, can hardly tell if he's still up right, and gods he doesn't actually want it to end. ]

[philancer]

[ But he feels the man tense and spill beneath him, keenly in-tune to his reactions. Having just muffled Olivine's own cry with his lips, he pulls back to drink in the sight of both of them with a dark fond gaze.

His fingers drop to wipe those tears away with a soft murmur, knowing it's likely more from overstimulation than anything negative. His touch turns soothing, even as he pulls out of Basch's mouth, pauses to tuck his cock away before his hands return to soothing over both their flushed skin, quietly checking in on both of them. ]

You did so good for me. Both of you. Beautiful. [ He knows Basch sometimes has difficulty with that word, but he speaks it all the same, because it's the truth.

Casting a playful wink at Olivine now as the priest catches his breath. ] Think you can stay upright while I get him free? Oh, and you can talk now. [ He leans in to emphasize that permission given with a kiss and a quiet chuckle before he bends to try and figure out how to get Basch out of this contraption.

And if the bird brains have a problem with that, they can come go through him. ]

[massochism]

[Olivine works Basch through his orgasm, careful but not overly gentle, pulling from things he knows he enjoys.

And then, as Sylvain wipes away tears and tucks himself away, Olivine's hands turn similarly soothing, gently rubbing over his sides and spine as he eases out of the blond. Naturally he flushes gently at the praise, head ducking lightly and lips curling into a smile.]

Ah—mmn... [He's interrupted from tucking himself back in by the kiss, leaning in easily.]

I'll be fine. I was starting to think you were really trying to make me fail, though.

[His voice is soft and warm, the touch of strain in it plain enough. It's funny, really. He's ridden people before, but actually doing it like this? It feels so much more exhausting somehow.

Anyway, he'll step out of the way to let Sylvain work, peering over the pillory to see if he can find the way it's opened. If it came down to it, he's pretty sure he could just break it without hurting Basch, but...]

[bardische]

[ The truth is, it's easier to hear it than it was when he'd arrived. Easier still when he can pretend it isn't directed at him. But he's too addled to care much, instead simply comforted by the praise and warmth.

Except -- he groans in protest as Sylvain pulls away, unable to hold the other there. They'd both finished; Sylvain had not. His tongue was thick and lazy though, stumbling in his mouth and licking over swollen lips, even as his addled gaze looked up to Sylvain, leaning into the tenderness of those tears being wiped away. Just checking on him, surely?

The cock leaves his ass, and there's more soothing touch, and some traitorous part of him wants to just succumb to the sweetness of this, but it's not fair. He hasn't -- he should reciprocate -- be properly used --

Olivine's voice cuts through any coherent thought. Embarrassment and warmth wash through him in equal but conflicting measures. The other understands these tastes, at least; there's no shame there. But -- he doesn't think that's the role Olivine prefers to be in.

But it's too much thinking for his tired brain, and the next thing he knows, they're both extracting him from the pillory. His limbs are gelatin, and much to his dismay, he trembles and slumps against the familiar warmths, body aching and still very much stark naked. ]

[philancer]

Hush, I've got you.

[ His voice is quiet and soothing as he helps Basch straighten up and curls an arm around his waist to help support him against his side. The man staggers and he knows he must be disoriented after how intense that had been. After a moment of consideration, however, he scoops him up in his arms instead, rather than trying to make him walk anywhere. ]

You met and surpassed all my expectations beautifully, Olivine. I wasn't worried at all. [ He grins and leans over to kiss the priest briefly, even though he can feel the way Basch curls into him, the heat flushing his skin. Aftershocks of pleasure or embarrassment? Maybe a little of both? ]

Come on, let's go find one of those big loungers. I think you both could use a few moments of quiet to recover. And can you find me a towel, Oli?

[ He has no idea what they might have done with the swim trunks Basch had been wearing earlier. he may have to go beat up a bird for a replacement pair. Or maybe he just really wants an excuse to beat them up in general for doing this to Basch in the first place. As fun as it had been.

[massochism]

[there's a touch of something like amusement there, in the way Sylvain lifts Basch up. honestly, it's probably for the best—between the blond's staggering and the faint weakness still lingering in his thighs, it just happens to be more ideal. even so, his touch lingers anyway, a thoughtless little reminder that he's here, he enjoyed it, and he's comfortable enough.]

And if I had failed? [he's maybe a little surprised by the kiss, given their situations, but leans in without hesitation. not that Olivine has ever actually failed when Sylvain hadn't been pushing him directly to do so, but he's gotten to the point where he can be a little cheeky anyway.] I'll go find one. They keep a lot of them around, I think.

[his attention turns to Basch fully then, a warm smile on his lips as he squeezes where his hand still holds. then he shifts to leave them for a moment and find a towel, not at all worried about finding them again once he does.]

[bardische]

[ The sound Basch makes is more surprise than any real protest. When was the last time someone lifted him? An injury a decade ago? A prank when he was still small and young?

He curls into the warmth, an arm weakly grasping around Sylvain's neck, oddly comforted by the mix of his hold and Olivine's lingering touch. It's surreal, and almost under water feeling, hearing the two of them tease and feeling them lean to kiss around him.

Olivine's hand falls aways, and Basch sees his familiar form disappearing on his task. He hadn't quite caught his breath enough to say something now, but he finds himself glad the other is coming back. ]

Thank you [ he murmurs, hoarse and dry-mouthed. It's too little, and clumsy, but he gives a weak squeeze, head lolling against Sylvain. Gods he feels like he's failing somehow, collapsing like this, not able to finish Sylvain, not able to properly thank or care for Olivine.

And ... the worst part is, some part of him just wants to sink into being taken care of. It's a craving he didn't even know he had, and now that it's open, it's a gaping maw of a want that he has no energy to resist. ]

[philancer]

[ He just hefts Basch a little more securely in his hold and carries him further down the beach, towards the larger loungers he'd seen earlier in the day. He presses his lips to the man's brow in a gentle kiss, even as he chuckles at the man's response. ]

Trust me, sweetheart, it was my pleasure. Did you enjoy yourself? Hopefully it wasn't too much.

[ His focus hones in on the man in his arms, knowing how spent he must feel. That had been... a lot. For both Basch and Olivine, he suspected, even if it hadn't exactly been in the way he anticipated.

Finding one of the extra large lounger beds, he kneels on it long enough to lay Basch down on the soft cushion before stretching out beside him and already glancing back up the beach for Olivine, hoping he wouldn't have trouble finding them again. His hand immediately goes to soothe over Basch's skin, too, as if sensing that need for contact and comfort.

And he grabs a bottle of water chilling from nearby, cracking the cap off and bringing it to Basch's lips. ] Here. Drink.

[massochism]

[The soft crunch of sand beneath his feet is a comfort, really. It helps belay the... well, the sheer weight of everything that just happened. If nothing else, it gives him time to work through it and be calm enough by the time he gets back to them both.

After all, it was abundantly clear that Basch had enjoyed himself. Olivine had too, even if he still feels like he didn't do enough... which makes him wonder if that's normal, if it's how either of them have been with him.

Inhaling a bracing breath and armed with a few towels (just in case), the priest pushes away his thoughts and makes his way over to the loungers. Neither man is particularly inconspicuous anyway, so it's not long before he's approaching them, smile drawing naturally over his lips. They're both so... confident and sure, he feels like. Comfortable with each other.]

I got a few extra, so we can get properly cleaned up.

[bardische]

I did. Very much [ he murmurs into Sylvain's neck. It's easier to admit it like this, tired and cradled, though he feels like it ought to be obvious.

There's a shift, and suddenly there's something soft beneath him. He almost protests being separated from Sylvain, but isn't quite bold enough. And besides, the other is back at his side near immediately, pressing cold water to his mouth.

It helps more than he expects. The beach is hot, and he'd been in the stocks for some time before that intense workout. ]

That's...better. Thank you. [ Less hoarse. ] But why didn't you... [ He doesn't get the rest of the question out, because Olivine has returned, and this, at least, is a loose end he can solve more easily.

Basch turns toward him, opening an arm as if he can summon him down; he doesn't have the energy to do more right now. ]

Olivine. You were incredible. Come lay with us.

[philancer]

Thanks, sweet.

[ He glances up at Olivine with a warm grin, shifting over to make more room automatically. Since he’d intended to draw the other man down with them, too, if Basch hadn’t beat him to the invitation.

He doesn’t miss that Basch hadn’t finished his question, but he lets it go for the moment, reaching out instead to take one of the towels, even as he passed over another of the water bottled to Olivine. He drapes it around Basch’s hips as he presses a kiss to the back of his shoulder, pressed up behind him now that he’d turned towards the priest instead. ]

Come get comfy, Olivine. I think we could all use a bit of a rest after that. [ And cuddles. Those are very important, too. ]

[massochism]

Ah... thank you. I'm glad it was pleasant for both of us.

[He isn't sure which response makes him feel the most shy, honestly. Probably Basch's, he supposes, given how clumsy he'd felt. To think he'd done well is...]

You have Sylvain to thank for that more than me though, I think...

[He's less putting himself down and now just bemused, taking the offered bottle of water and cracking it open to sip before shifting to join them. That feels—a little awkward somehow, soothed by the quiet sense of inclusion they both cultivate effortlessly. It helps quell the sense of yearning that Sylvain had incidentally built up when guiding him... a little, anyway.]

I would be lying if I said my legs weren't a little sore... it's nice to be off of them. [He exhales a hum as he settles in, setting the bottle down out of the way so his hand can slide over Basch's hips.] How are you feeling? Is anywhere particularly sore?

[He's not sure how long Basch was stuck there, okay.]

[bardische]

You took good care of me [ Basch counters, firm but with no bite, sighing contentedly as Sylvain sidles comfortably behind him and Olivine wriggles down in front of him. This is...indulgence he cannot even process, somehow more taboo than their time at the stocks, but he's too tired to listen to his own protests. ]

And it was new for you, wasn't it? [ He brushes Olivine's hair back, eyes soft, not pushing any farther than that, but...given what he knows of Olivine, he suspects. At the very least being guided to fuck another man, but, well, it would be rude to push him to disclose if he's feeling shy. He tilts his chin up, kissing the other gently.

And then chuckles, shifting comfortably between them both. ] I am old and dazed and all of me is sore, and I have no complaints for it.

[ Or for the way the two of them care for him, covering his nakedness and checking how he is. He wants them both to feel just as cherished. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain stills behind him for a moment as those words register and then his head pops up from behind Basch’s shoulder to peer at Olivine in surprise. Amber eyes blink at him owlishly as he tries to wrap his head around that. ]

Wait, what?

[massochism]

I'm glad. I—mm...

[his words are belayed temporarily by that gentle kiss, lashes fluttering and falling in the comfortable pleasure of it. the two of them are both just so... good to him. it's almost funny.]

I hadn't done that before, no. I just tried to think of what I would like in your place... it seems that worked out okay, hehe.

[and then Sylvain's head pops up from behind Basch's shoulder with abject surprise on his face, and Olivine's head tilts a little.]

... was... it not obvious? I'd really never thought about doing anything like it before.

[bardische]

[ It's Basch's turn to chuckle, both at Sylvain and Olivine. Gods, this could have gone terribly and they're all lucky it didn't ]

No, it was not obvious. You did an excellent job, and read me well. I only suspected from our other interactions. Thank you, for letting me have the role I suspect you would have preferred.

[ It was partly happenstance, yes, but Olivine could have declined. He suspects it being Basch on the bottom was a reason Olivine was even willing, and that makes him feel warm.

He wraps an arm around the other, encouraging him closer, even as his own head tilts back toward Sylvain. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain is still blinking at him in confusion. ]

I'm just trying to figure out how Eiden and Rei - let alone anyone else in this place - haven't jumped on your cock yet. [ Especially with how quickly they'd jumped on his. ] Or how I haven't done so. Clearly something I'm going to have to rectify in the future.

...If you enjoyed it, anyway. I'm sorry, Olivine, I hadn't realized. You've been so comfortable with everything we'd done, I didn't realize this wasn't something you hadn't experienced before.

[massochism]

I do like that role, but I didn't mind trying this out, especially with you.

[with both of them, really, but he feels the want to soothe any uncertainty for Basch as keenly as the other felt it for him. fingers squeeze warmly against his side, and he turns his attention to Sylvain.

that... is a slightly more awkward situation, and it shows in the way his brows furrow as he speaks again, but...]

Well... it isn't that no one has, technically, but I... couldn't really do anything at the time. And it... wasn't how I normally am, since that hunt thing did some strange things to me for a day or two. [he may as well have been bottoming, for all the control he had. honestly, both he and Baizhu are lucky the suit effects kept him from panicking too much. anyway!!! moving on, thank you—] Eiden's known my preference since we first met, and I think it was pretty obvious to Rei, too.

[only now does his hand move from Basch's side to find Sylvain's arm, holding lightly there.]

I... don't really know how I feel about it yet, but I'm not against trying again sometime. It just isn't something I think about, since my tastes run... ah... as you've seen.

["big titty masochist" and "being a top" have a remarkable margin between them on the venn diagram, even if it's not a complete miss.]

[bardische]

[ That pulls a light flush from Basch. The two had been spending more time together, but he had not realized he merited any special place for the other, even if that space was just one of trust. Which, really, he ought to have known, but -- alas, he was slow with these things.

He's more surprised by Sylvain's missing this, and the exchange between the two. He's so used to both of them reading him so well; it did not occur to him that was not a universal trait. And his brow furrows at Olivine's edited tale. ]

This place made you... [ He holds the other tighter, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. ] I'm glad it was not a scarring experience. Your tastes are good as they are, but I'm open if you want to try something of your own accord. [ He reaches behind him, finding one of Sylvain's hands to squeeze, because it occurs to him the other would very much not have pushed if he'd realized. ] I firmly suspect we both are.

And I owe you both. [ More than ever. ]

[philancer]

[ He gives a playful nip to Basch's shoulder in chiding, one hand squeezing his fingers and letting his other hand slide to brush Olivine's hair back off his face - even if he has to sit up a little more to do so. ]

Hush, you. You don't owe us anything. But Basch is right. [ This, back to Olivine once more ashe leans in against Basch and lets his hand trace along Olivine's skin. Craving the touch of both of them, and wanting to make sure they're alright. ] You know I'm open to trying just about anything. I wondered why you seemed to be struggling a little more than usual. I guess that makes sense now. But you still did it beautifully. Just in case all those pretty little moans and pleas Basch gave weren't convincing enough.

[ Is he going to be teasing the both of them for this over the next few days? Absolutely. ]

[massochism]

Truly, there isn't anything owed, Basch. We all enjoyed it, you know?

[weird new circumstance for him or not. His hand drifts over darker skin and then finds its way to Sylvain's arm as it traces his own.]

It was... a little harder than I expected. Everything was so much more intense, and it didn't feel as easy to figure out how to move as it is with fingers. [His head ducks a little, fingers curling around Sylvain's arm as his cheek rests against Basch's chest.] Mm... now you're just making me think I should figure out how to make them even louder than you can get.

[that is a pretty sure sign that he's finally relaxing, the warm comfort of them both putting his insecurities to bed for the moment. Never mind that he does not think he'll ever get Basch going harder than Sylvain could.]

[bardische]

[ He doesn't doubt they all enjoyed it, but he's aware of Sylvain's fading erection and Olivine's worry that he didn't do well enough, and the urge to take care of both of them tries to overshadow the desire to just enjoy their attention. ]

That is in part because you are particularly gifted with your fingers in the same way Sylvain is gifted at mischief.

[ But his own teasing slips from him, face reddening again as they both tease him and each other.

This is so...nice. Safe. ]

The two of you are going to break me, you know that? [ And he'd willingly let them. He had already. ]

[philancer]

Mmm. [ Sylvain is chuckling as he presses another kiss to Basch’s shoulder, letting his fingers trail up and down Olivine’s arm in a teasing caress. ] No, we’re not. We’re trying very hard to do the opposite at the moment, in fact.

Although hey! [ he picks his head up to give them both a mock pout. ] I happen to be skilled with mischief and my fingers, thank you very much!

[massochism]

Mm... maybe a little breaking. Only the good kind though.

[He can read that much in Basch's response anyway, cheeks about as red as the blond's. They're so easy to make blush...]

I don't know, I can't remember... you might have to prove it, Sylvain. [having both of them be so encouraging is definitely only helping him be a brat now, it seems. This is what Sylvain gets for not banging him stupid, or something.]