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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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Comments

[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.]

[bardische]

[ Basch gives Sylvain's thigh a squeeze, hopefully reassuring that he's alright. It feels a little too private to point out Sylvain never pushes him past his real limits.

He does, however, chuckle at both Olivine's tease and Sylvain's protest. ]

Sounds like you didn't sufficiently tire Olivine, Sylvain. You can probably reach, if you wish to rectify that.

[ He doesn't expect either to take him up on it; he's sure Olivine is as tired as he is. But the fact that the thought of being between them while Sylvain fingers the other sends a pang of want through him is certainly something he'll have to keep in mind. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just snickers at that, mostly because he always enjoys when Olivine relaxes enough to be a little bratty at him. Something he suspects Basch already understands all too well, if only in his own case.

He reaches out to playfully tug at one of the chains dangling from the priest’s nipple piercing, however, knowing the skin will still be sensitive. Grinning, he continues to tease them both a little, even if the attention is turning to Olivine now instead. ]

I’m going to let you in on a very important secret, Basch. Olivine never gets tired out. It’s impressive, really. He makes my stamina look paltry in comparison.

[massochism]

[contrarily, Olivine fully expects it when Sylvain tugs at a chain, pulling a soft hitched breath from the priest.]

Mmnh... I definitely get tired out. I couldn't last more than the six last time... [he even pouts, which may have more to do with how red the claim makes him, weight shifting into the sensation.] And your stamina is just fine.

[bardische]

[ Basch did not know that. And it was lucky his brain was sluggish or he might be worrying about past time spent with Olivine and not just today.

But it does make him frown, hands stilling. Had they both cut themselves short because his stamina was tapped? ]

If you both aren't satisfied, you shouldn't let me keep you here. I don't mind.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain pauses to blink at the back of Basch's head a moment at that abrupt switch before huffing out a breath in amused exasperation. And playfully thwapping him upside the head. ]

Basch. Please. What ever gave you the impression either of us were unsatisfied? Or that we wanted to be anywhere else other than here at the moment? [ He bends his head, kissing along the back of Basch's shoulder, even as his gaze flicks to meet Olivine's over his shoulder, one eyebrow arched slightly. ] I, for one, am perfectly comfortable here. Although if you wanna hold Olivine still for me while I make sure he gets a little more worn out, I certainly wouldn't object to that, either.

[massochism]

[It's a good thing Sylvain is predisposed to gently reprimanding Basch for his dumb thoughts, because Olivine was already unsuccessfully trying to figure out how to articulate that very point.

In the wake of it, his fingers lace with the blond's, at least for the moment.]

He's right. Neither of us was thinking about going anywhere at all, Basch... and we aren't unsatisfied. Just because I have the stamina for it doesn't mean I need more, or I would have asked. I promised, didn't I?

[... but then Sylvain is suggesting Basch hold him in place and his body answers far more honestly than his mouth.]

... I don't need to be held down for that, you know? [His gaze is halfway on Sylvain, and his voice... oh, it's breathy and thick. Sure, he doesn't need it... but by the way his hips shift and press against Basch's thigh, he wants it. If not by that, then by the way his dick stiffens between them and he bites his lip.]

[bardische]

[ The gentle swat is grounding, recalling the last time Basch tried to withdraw because he assumed he'd read something wrong.

He's less ready for the kiss to his shoulder or hand lacing in his. Both make him feel awkward. Imposter. Like he hasn't earned this. But he does't want to hurt them, and really, they're right -- what reason does he have to think they are unhappy? Only memories, from the mouths of very different people.

Olivine reacts to Sylvain's tease, and Basch let's something out between a sigh and a chuckle. His free hand drifts to clasp the other's back side, encouraging the way he grins against Basch's thigh.

It is much easier to serve than to be served. ]

But you enjoy being held down a good deal more [ Basch teases. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just starts laughing, not bothering to muffle the sound against Basch's shoulder, despite the kisses he's still trailing there along the warm skin. ]

Ahh, he's on to you, Olivine. There'll be no wiggling out of this for you now. Literally or figuratively.

[ He lingers a moment to press one more kiss, lips curving into a fond smile before he shifts, tugging Basch onto his back and dragging Olivine with him, until the priest is sprawled between them, stretched out along the line of Basch's firm body while Sylvain props himself up over them both with a smirk and a knowing look in his eyes. ]

I'm sure we can think of a way to improvise something, either way. What do you think, Basch?

[massochism]

[hey??? this wasn't about him!!!! Olivine gives a soft noise as Basch's hand moves, another when he's abruptly dragged along with the taller man onto his belly and sprawled between them both.]

That isn't what I was trying to do... I wouldn't want to escape either of you.

[there's more of a mumble to it, as his weight shifts over Basch to settle a little more between them. all at once he feels both perfectly comfortable and secure and like he's—somewhere he oughtn't be. he'll have to acknowledge that feeling at some point, but right now all he does is ignore it, focusing instead on what they're doing. he certainly has no intention of trying to stop them, much less the want.]

But I meant it... you don't need to worry about me...

[Olivine, you're literally trapped between them now, they're doing what they want. it's fine, idiot.]

[bardische]

[ He wasn't expecting the change in position, but he doesn't mind it. Olivine's weight is pleasant over him, and honestly, as much as he instantly misses Sylvain's warmth at his back, he's infinitely more comfortable like this: he has a role and someone else to focus on.

His hands settle around Olivine's ass, pulling him close, but also guiding his cheeks apart, enjoying the heat of his erection pressed between them. The familiarity of that is soothing in itself.

He meets Sylvain's smirking gaze and question with a nod and a quiet grin, cutting off Olivine's protests with a demanding kiss, aware, again, how public they are, and that it gives him a thrill to be seen with both of these men. ]

Worry isn't the word I think either of us would use.

[philancer]

Oh, that is unfairly pretty.

[ The fake complaint is groaned as he watches the two men kiss with a dark, appreciative gaze. His hands slide down Olivine’s bared back, tracing along his ribs. And then breaking into a bigger grin as he watches Basch spread Olivine open for him.

Hey, this is pretty convenient, they’ll have to try this again sometime.

But taking advantage of the position the pair are now - so prettily - in, he bends down between Olivine’s spread legs… and playfully slides his tongue over the priest’s slick entrance, teasing him open once more. He was still pretty loose from how Sylvain had been teasing him earlier, but Olivine always made such pretty noises, too, he couldn;t resist drawing some of them out first. ]