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36 / m / all / 7 of ♠️ > Q of ♠️

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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

[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. ]

[massochism]

[the combination of them both is so much to bear, and his tongue meets Basch's with urgency and desperation. Sylvain's pace pounds into him and only highlights how close they are as teeth tug at his ear, hands still holding his arms in place.

he feels dizzy and light, breaths too thin for pure comfort. it makes them short and just this side of wheezy as their tongues mingle, brows furrowing with the last dregs of his concentration being fucked out of him.

the sound he makes when Sylvain's pace stutters and slams deep into him, filling him with familiar, addicting heat, is muffled against the blond, his back arching sharply. there's no way to respond under his circumstances, but he can't hold back any longer either. the heat, the weight of them both trapping him in, the sheer greed and want displayed in such an open place... his body squeezes down tight as heat spills over Basch's thigh, muscles rigid and trembling before he collapses between them, tongue and lips slowing, but not quite stopping. ah... that feels so good.]

[bardische]

[ Both their sounds of pleasure render Basch's mind blank. All he can focus on is helping them both have the best experience they can, memories of other times guiding his body. Sylvain may give the order, but Basch knows Olivine is coming for both of them just as clearly as he knows the shift in Sylvain's breathing even before he feels that sharp thrust into both of them.

His own moan erupts, feel both of them crest at nearly the same time. If he weren't spent, he likely would have too. It's easy to keep kissing Olivine, one hand stroking up his back as the other gropes for Sylvain behind him. ]

[philancer]

Beautiful.

[ he murmurs the word against Olivine's shoulder, but it's directed at both of them as he smiles down at them fondly. Eyes warm and soft as he pulls out of the priest and flops down beside Basch again, his arm around them both as he buries his face in Basch's shoulder with a laughing groan. ]

Please tell me we don't have to move for a little bit yet.

[massochism]

[slowly, everything ratchets down and he can settle comfortably into the afterglow. Sylvain pulls out of him and his breath hitches softly, weight shifting to the other side as the redhead nestles back into place.]

Mmm, we shouldn't need to. Though we should clean up...

[because he certainly made a mess of himself and Basch, at the very least.]

[bardische]

[ He likes this better, with both of them in his arms and nestling against him. And maybe just the affirmation that they both stay put, as they both always do individually. It feels less like he's stepping on something he shouldn't.

He does laugh softly at Sylvain's dramatic pronouncement and Olivine's practicality, holding the other so he won't push away just yet. ]

There's no hurry. And I've no interest in moving in earnest until we are free to return to our rooms or the baths.

[ Which, feels presumptuous to suggest they stay with him, but the invitation is certainly an earnest one. ]

[philancer]

Good. Me neither.

[ His grin is still audible in his voice as he nuzzles in against Basch's shoulder, his arm tightening around them both, as if that will be enough in itself to keep them here with him as long as possible. ]

[massochism]

... alright. I'm happy to rest like this until then, too.

[a little huff of laughter escapes him, and Olivine lets himself nestle in between the two, his shorter height facilitating it surprisingly well. or maybe that's just the way they all fit together. anyway, whatever it is, he's just... so glad to be here, even in just this moment.

he can deal with the lingering uncertainties later. probably when he's alone.]