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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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[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. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just laughs, trailing kisses along Olivine’s shoulder now as he reaches for the priest’s wrists. Pins them to the cushion of the lounger to either side of Basch’s head. Effectively pinning the man in place between them as he fucks into Olivine a little deeper. A little harder. A little faster. ]

I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or if I should be offended right now. [ But he winks at Basch over Olivine’s shoulder to let him know he’s taking the teasing in good nature.

Of course, a moment later, he sets his teeth into the soft flesh at the curve of Olivine’s throat, biting down. ] I definitely think an argument can be made for Olivine’s bratty side. But honestly, I think he just does that when he’s craving to provoke someone into punishing him. Maybe I should be turning your ass red right now instead of fucking you, hmm?

[massochism]

[he's still not used to being called out, not by anyone but Sylvain and Eiden really. that doesn't make it any less pleasant though, and he exhales a little hum at the claim.]

I'm not being—hey—

[excuse you, Sylvain, he was holding onto Basch!! it stretches him nicely over the other though, his head lifting a little as his gaze drifts between them. the pace is better, a little at a time...

his protests are further delayed as the redhead bites down on his neck, pulling a sharp cry out of him instead. this is not actually a fact about himself he knows, as Basch had suspected at another juncture—and now that it's been said he has to take a second to wonder if that actually is why.

he's definitely egged people on, but—]

I want to hold— [his fingers flex beside Basch's head, wrists shifting in Sylvain's grip. it's agony, being held back when he wants to touch—which makes it delicious, of course.] don't.... don't stop... I'll be too empty. I can't help... being greedy...

[bardische]

[ Basch's laugh is easy. He doesn't realize how relaxed or comfortable he is. ]

Both, I fear, Sylvain. Olivine -- I think Sylvain is on to you.

[ If he thought Olivine would prefer to hold him, he'd call Sylvain off, but he thinks this is right. And knows it will be that much sweeter when Olivine clutches him after.

His voice does get gentler though, a slight frown to it at Olivine's last comment. ]

This isn't greedy.

[ His eyes catch Sylvain's, a question to them. He senses there's something else going on here. But he's also distracted, eyes darkening as the reality of his lover fucking the very sweet man over him land with him, Olivine's cock grinding up against him. He groans in appreciation, his own hands itching to touch both of them for freely. ]

You have no idea how stunning you both look.

[philancer]

If it's anywhere near as hot as watching the two of you, earlier, I have an idea.

[ Sylvain's voice is low and husky, smirk lingering in his tone as he fucks up into Olivine a little sharper. Changing his angle, making sure to rub over his prostate on the next few thrusts in and out. And still he keeps Olivine's wrists pinned to either side of Basch's head. Fucking the priest against his lover, into his lover.

He gives Basch a quick wink, playful and reassuring, even as his teeth bite down against the curve of Olivine's shoulder once more. ]

It's a little greedy. But only in the best way. I think we can all be a little greedy today, don't you?

[massochism]

I can—nngh!—imagine, but...

[he's not experienced voyeurism per se, but hearing them talk about it now certainly turns his skin red, a shiver running down his spine even without the way Sylvain's angle shifts to abuse his prostate and fuck him into basch all the more. teeth bite down again and he cries out again, brows furrowing as the pleasure of it overtakes everything else.]

I don't mind... being a little greedy. I always want... more... from you both. [a shaky laugh escapes him, lashes fluttering. it's clear he doesn't mind feeling that way.] It really is... a good feeling... mmngh.

[bardische]

[ Basch doesn't have much experience with voyeurism either, and certainly not when it wasn't linked to some sort of withholding or power play.

So he's not expecting how deeply its affecting him, having Sylvain's find him like that while he fucks another man, or how much he likes having Olivine's weight ground into him, not the one who is eliciting those cries but still enjoying them all the same.

It's a good thing he's pinned and relaxed, though, because both their call out to be greedy today, that they both want both him and the other, hits that same tender spot he's not sure what to make of. Even if he can understand wanting both of them.

So instead, he digs his fingers deeper into Olivine's ass, mouth finding the other's jaw, working a reddening mark there as he rocks his thigh between Olivine's, at least as much as he can as Sylvain bares down on both of them. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just keeps focusing on the men beneath him - Olivine holding the lion's share as he fucks into him, feeling him clench and shudder as Sylvain drives him higher. But his dark gaze watches Basch's lips move along the priest's skin with a hungry sort of intent, watching the expressions he can see play across Basch's face - since it's the clearest angle he can get in this position.

But he can feel the way Olivine's body shudders around him that it won't take much to push him too far. Which is what has him shifting his angle, purposefully brushing over his prostate again as he rocks into him. His own breathing coming more ragged now at the stimulation, the tight, slick clench of Olivine's body around his cock. ]

Think you can come like this for me, Oli? Caught between us like this. Kiss him, Basch? You have better reach than I do right now.

[massochism]

[It's so beautifully overwhelming. His hands tug hard at Sylvain's grasp as fingers dig into the soft flesh of his ass, crying out loudly as it mixes with the insistent pace. God, it's not fair—they're both so...]

Nnghaah—!!

[Sylvain's teeth retreat and Basch's mouth finds his jaw, seamlessly dragging him from one sensation to the next. Eyes fall closed and he whines as that thigh presses between his, cock caught pleasantly against its heat. He didn't come that long ago, but between every stimulation and the sound of Sylvain's ragged breaths, he's already so close again.]

Nngh... of course I... haah... so close... hurts so good... ♡

[His head tips up in obedient offering, lashes fluttering back open and pupils blown wide as he struggles to keep some semblance of focus.]

[bardische]

[ An order, requested as it is, is welcome. They're both beautiful above him, breath ragged and faces flushed in ways he's seen before, and its surreal to feel them both against him. And yet some part of him feels like an intruder, or like he isn't doing enough, or just...not quite settled. Maybe it would be better if he weren't spent and his hunger could overpower his thoughts.

He doesn't know. But kissing Olivine feels good and warm, and holding him steady as he gives them both what they want is arousing, and something else. He likes taking care of both these men. Doing it at the same time is lovely. Lovely enough that he moans into Olivine, even as he drives his tongue against the other, one of his legs shifting so he can wrap it around Sylvain's, wanting to touch them both, wanting to feel anchored.

Pinned by their weight and focused on his task, he relaxes again. His mind settles, and he just enjoys the familiar timbre of both their breathing and moans getting close to tipping, enjoys the pressure and weight driving into him, enjoys the knowledge that this is ... oddly public still.

He likes this. He likes them. ]

[philancer]

[ He groans again, watching as Basch kisses Olivine deeply, feels Olivine’s visceral reaction to that, to the deeper, rougher thrusts Sylvain gives him as he chases both their pleasure.

His breathing ragged in the priest’s ear, his teeth tug at the soft curve of his lobe as his pace turns more determined, aiming at pushing Olivine over the edge now, overwhelming his senses with pleasure. Because he can feel himself growing closer, too. ]

Come for me, Olivine. [ His voice is a low, husky rasp in the man’s ear as his pace speeds, stutters, and then slams deep as his cock pulses hotly and then spills into Olivine after several more sharp, pointed thrusts, unable to hold it back anymore. ]