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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]

[ 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. ]

[massochism]

Ah... that's—

[he's neatly cut off by Basch's mouth, lashes fluttering and hips squirming despite the fact they can barely move against his hands. it's... nice, being in this position. when the kiss breaks, he finds he's a little breathless, peering up into the blond's gaze. it... helps. unsurprisingly, he supposes.

his words are paused for the slide of hands down his back, concern flitting back and then melting instantly. it still feels too selfish—but he couldn't bring himself to make them stop anyway. even if he wanted to, and he absolutely does not.

of course, then Sylvain is bending down and he realises far too late what that means for his sense of reason.]

Ah- wait—!! haaugh...!

[he's been keyed up since Sylvain moved to spitroast Basch, and the touch of tongue against his slick entrance is enough to have him squirming almost uncontrollably—well. uncontrollably on his end. those hands are more than enough to keep him in place, and his only recourse is to bury his face in the other's shoulder as he's teased, fingers curling against the lounger they're settled in.]

Nngh... haah... that's not fair... using your tongue is... cheating...

[bardische]

[ "Unfairly pretty." And he sees how dark Sylvain's eyes go, catches the moan in his voice. It makes sense, with what he knows, that the other likes watching. He just...hadn't put it together before.

And it eases his discomfort some, because if that's the case, then he suspects Sylvain got a good deal more out of watching Olivine fuck Basch than he'd initially realized.

Even if he still wanted to make sure Sylvain came too.

But for now, he's pleasantly distracted by the way Olivine squirms and protests, glad he's been with the other enough times to know it's not a real ask for less. And he cranes his own neck a bit, fascinated by the sight of one of his lovers buried against another. ]

You were so good to me, and so good for Sylvain [ Basch coos soothingly, holding the other firmly in place, his own breath hitching at the rub of Olivine's cock and the sounds the other two are making. ] Why shouldn't we overwhelm you in return? [ That's what Olivine had said he liked, being forced to accept it. It may have been vines last time, but Basch's hold is just as effective. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just chuckles quietly, staying right where he is. Basch had held Olivine perfectly still for him, other than the faintest hint of his attempt to squirm, and Sylvain had barely had to adjust at all.

Though he does slide his hands up and over Basch’s, settling them there over his lover’s as he helps hold the priest in place. And sets to tormenting him with his clever tongue in earnest. Pressing inside with teasing jabs and slow licks, alternating the stimulation to keep Olivine guessing. ]

What he said. Either way, I think I’m okay cheating this once.

[massochism]

Basch... that's...

[his hands feel so good, keeping him firmly in place for Sylvain and keeping him pressed so close to Basch besides. Sylvain pulls away enough to confirm it, and he can't help his little whine. it's not a sound of protest by any means, unable to keep up with the shifting pace enough to keep his thoughts in check. his hands shift, fingers curling around shoulders to give him a better grasp, moaning into the blond's skin.]

I... don't think you can... claim it's "this once..." ggh. You're so mean... to me... Sylvain... [he's actually pouting, for probably the first time Basch has ever seen that on him. his legs shift a little, unhelpfully for him other than to straddle a thigh a bit better, hole twitching against the teasing as hips jerk for what little stimulation he can get.] I'm too wet... for just this...

[bardische]

That's what? [ It's easier to tease, seeing that Olivine clearly enjoys it. It's equally sweet and arousing when Olivine clutches to him, and he makes a soft, appreciative sound as the other straddles his thigh, all the better for Sylvain's hands wrapped over his. ]

Well, Sylvain? I'd enjoy watching you fuck him over me.

[ Which makes him utterly red to say, but his half-hardened cock says it's true. He doesn't think he'll get going all the way again, but he'll still enjoy the experience. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain meets Basch's gaze over the line of Olivine's body, his lips still curved into a smirk. ]

Would you now? Well, then, I'd hate to disappoint. Either of you, in fact.

[ Pushing up on his knees, he pulls his still-hard cock back out of his swim trunks as he leans over the pair of them. Pressing Olivine down against Basch as he lets his own cock slide against the priest's very slick entrance.

Shifts, until he can start pressing inside of him with deliberate slowness. ]

Still think I'm mean, Oli?

[massochism]

[his head tilts a little, eyes hazy as he searches Basch's face. it's not that he's questioning it—just that he's surprised he'd enjoy it that much. the feeling of his cock is difficult to misunderstand though, and he's glad for it.

honestly, he just wishes the thin shirt he's wearing was out of the way, that he could feel Basch's skin better against his own. especially when Sylvain is pressing him down into the warm, firm line of him, a groan escaping as the redhead's cock teases his entrance.

and then it's sliding in, slowly. too slowly—]

Haaah... you're still... mean... mmnh. [he says it with his whole body welcoming that heat, hips unable to rise the slightest bit to make him go faster. fingers squeeze Basch's shoulders as his head tilts to glance back at the other man.] Still teasing me... you know I can... take it all already...

[bardische]

[ This is restraining in its own way, because he feels how hard Olivine squirms against his hold. He wants to cup Olivine's face, or reach up to hold Sylvain's arm or side, but then the wonderful tension of this configuration will be lost. And he's really enjoying Olivine pressed against him, and the way he can feel Sylvain's slow thrusts through the way their weights shift.

So instead his gaze goes Olivine's to Sylvain's, grinning at the both of them. ]

I didn't realize Olivine was the larger brat of the two of you.

[ It's both teasing and affectionate, but he watches for their reactions, not as sure how much Olivine likes to be teased or called out. ]