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@basch fon ronsenburg

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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]

[ He cries out as those teeth sink into the flesh at the curve of his throat, the man behind him leaving visible proof of his ownership on his skin. He almost topples forward, were it not for the man's roving hands on his body, keeping him upright, even as he crouches down behind him. Presses a knee between his spread legs in a way that makes him ache - to be filled, he knows, even though that awareness feels distant, as if he shouldn't know that in the moment.

Basch isn't wrong - it doesn't even occur to him to flinch away right now. Not when his body is yearning, craving, so strongly that he can think of nothing else. If anything, he leans into those touches with a strained whimper, body chasing the slide of those hands as they move lower, cock fully hard now as his body strains for more of that touch. ]

[bardische]

[ His hands rove even lower, fingers just skimming thick wiry hair and the very base of hard cock before coming back up to fill his palms with broad pecs, teasing at nipples as he works the mark at Sylvain's neck harder.

This was his. He knew that deeply, in a way that transcended this interaction. And he wanted to hear Sylvain affirm it, beg for it, revel in it.

He slides pumps his thigh slowly, teasing the other, teasing himself. ]

I could bend you over here [ he murmurs between working on that mark. ] Leave you tied and take you like some exotic, beautiful beast. Is that more appealing than being pampered in my lap, pet?

[philancer]

[ The words get a breathless groan from him, his head swimming. It's become impossible to think. He should be, there's something very important he should be focusing on right now, he knows. Probably telling the man behind him to fuck off.

Except that heat within him is no longer just a simmer, it's a raging inferno. And the last thing he wants is for the man to fuck off. He wants him to fuck him because that thigh sliding between his own only emphasize how badly his cock aches, how empty he feels, how much he wants to be filled.

It has the last of his will, his resistance, crumbling away at last as he rocks back against that thigh, trying to chase the friction of it, even if it isn't anywhere near enough. The hands on his flesh tease sensitive skin and he's caught between the two stimulations, body torn in which direction it wanted to chase more. ]

Please...

[ The word slips free without him even realizing he's said it, voice a strained whimper as he gasps for air, shudders with the need for more. ]

[bardische]

Please what?

[ he purrs it, nose tracing agains the sensitive bruise he's started, and he lets his hand dip lower again, barely skimming the underside of Sylvain's cock. He'll hold it while he fucks him, he thinks. Overload him. Break him with pleasure.

The leash he's tethering won't be one of rope or leather. ]

Everyone tells me I can have anyone I want. I want you, pet. So -- is it true?

[philancer]

[ Another breathless cry, as fingers skim along his leaking cock, red and aching with arousal. He strains, trying to chase the movement of those fingers, but he’s pinned and caught in place. Basch has him right where he wants him.

And knows just how to play him.

That question only partially registers, his mind completely fogged over with a haze of need so potent it has him panting for the other man he’d been so stubborn about resisting earlier. All of that stubbornness is forgotten now. ]

I want… I want… yes. Yes, please…!

[bardische]

[ He's more beautiful than Basch imagined he'd be, and his intake of breath says as much.

Much as he wants to fill the other, he wants to tease him even more, see just how much he can make him ache. This is his pet. They're in now rush.

His hand trails back, stroking down Sylvain's length as his other hand starts to undo his pants, pulling himself out into the warm air. But instead of going for lubricant, he lines himself so he can slide below Sylvain's ass, his head teasing the backside of Sylvain's sack as he slots behind him, slow and languid. Arranged, his free hand goes back to the other's pec, his lips back to his neck, humming lowly as he just indulges in touch. ]

[philancer]

[ The redhead arches into him with a whimper, eyes slamming shut at that friction - not exactly what he wanted but his body feels touch-starved, desperate for the attention - any attention right now. His cock jolts against that teasing touch, body shuddering as the sensations wash through him. All of it emphasized by the effects of whatever he’d been given earlier. Those effects fully kicking in now.

He begs. He’s not even aware of half the words that slip from his lips - they might not even be all that coherent, broken and disjointed as his thoughts are, but he cries out, whimpers and pleas slipping free with abandon as he tries to chase those touches, the mouth on his flesh. Multiple little points of contact that send his overheated and oversensitive body higher and higher into desperate need. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch sighs, breath ragged and pleased. ] Good boy. I knew what you wanted. [ His pace stays slow but relentless, covering Sylvain in touch, chasing the way the other pleads for more. ]

I'm going to take such good care of you, tonight and every night you can handle me.

[ Still teasing his own length on the underside of Sylvain's squirming heat, he leans languidly to one side to untether a hand, then the other. His ankles are still bound, but there's a little more choice now -- all fours, or to cling behind him to Basch.

And with that done, he adjusts his angle pressing his head to Sylvain's entrance. Not hard -- he hasn't lubricated them. But he thinks he can wring a little more out of the other first. ]

[philancer]

[ The way he's angled, the most natural move is to lean forward, going on all fours. It lets him rock back against the man, chase those touches for real now. And he does, movements stuttered and a little uncoordinated. More passion and need than any purposeful intent. Eager and hungry for more.

And those whines take on a much needier timbre when he feels the press of that cock at his entrance. His mind and body isn't thinking about preparation, only how empty he is, how he aches, how he needs.

It has him struggling to push back and take the man's cock even if his body strains with the attempt. Forehead pressed to the floor, fingers curling into fists as he cries out and moans. ]

Please, please, I need you to fuck me, please.

[bardische]

[ Basch groans appreciatively, kissing down the other's back and raking his chest with his free hand, still trailing fingers on his begging cock.

It's perfect, the way his pet keens and whimpers, tries to take him even like this. A small part of him is tempted, just to see how far the other will go, but no. That is not how he leashes him. And he doesn't want him broken. Not today, anyway.

And then that plea. His lips curl into a smile, laying his cheek flat on hot skin and curling his hand so the other can rut into him with all that need. ]

See, sweet? Asking wasn't so hard was it?

[ He'll tease him a little longer before extricating himself, crossing in front of Sylvain's vision to remove his boots and pants -- in no real rush -- and drape them over a chair, then his shirt, then to dig in a cabinet for lubricant, all the while listening and watching from the corner of his eye how desperately the other wants him. He makes sure the other can see as he covers his own aching cock in slick liquid, teasing the head just for show. ]

Mmm so patient [ He says as he settles back down behind him, lining himself up again. The other's skin feels incredible with nothing between them. This time, he presses a little more firmly, sliding against the other's unstretched entrance. The slowness is pleasing, and he wants the other to feel this tomorrow. ]

[philancer]

[ If Sylvain hadn't been so far gone by now that Basch could ask or order anything of him, he might have retorted something to that. But he is completely lost in the haze of hunger, completely willing to do anything his new owner would want of him.

It shows, in the way he stays on all fours when Basch pulls away. Panting softly for air. His hungry gaze following Basch's every move with unconcealed impatience. And the way his gaze turns even more desperate when Basch slicks his own cock, teases him in front of him. he might even lick his lips as he shifts slightly, but still doesn't move from how Basch has positioned him - not that he could go to him easily, with his ankles still bound. He'd be forced to crawl.

Which he would do, if Basch didn't hurry up and bring his cock back over here.

Luckily, the man does, settling behind him once more and Sylvain gives a whimper as he feels that slick heat slide against his hole. He squirms a little, but that's interrupted by Basch finally pushing into him a little, stretching his hole around the thick head of his cock.

It has Sylvain collapsing forward again with a strained, desperate cry at the stretch, body struggling to adjust, clenching down tight around the intrusion. ]

[bardische]

So obedient. Even your sounds are pretty. I am very pleased with my choice in you.

[ He holds the other's hips, keeping him stable, but not letting him rock too fast, not with how wonderfully he cries and clenches. ]

We'd better go nice and slow, hmm?

[ Which he's sure is not what the other wants right now. He bends down, working a bite at the other shoulder, rocking himself just enough to sink a little farther into that tight heat. ]

[philancer]

[ He's right. That is the exact opposite of what Sylvain wants, and his whine of protest makes that pretty clear.

But Basch distracts him nicely with his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his other shoulder, leaving yet another mark in his skin, visible of the man's ownership.

He'll feel the way Sylvain's body reacts to that, clenching down around the deeper press of that cock, shuddering. He tries to squirm back despite those hands on his hips, struggling to take more, to take Basch deeper still. ]

[bardische]

Easy, pet. I won't leave you wanting, but we don't want you damaged the first day. Then what would we do tomorrow?

[ But the sounds he makes go straight to Basch's cock, and he keeps easing himself in, slow, plenty of time for adjustment. It takes some strength to keep Sylvain from rocking back too eagerly, and that is just as alluring. This man is strong and capable, and he bends so beautifully for Basch. Shudders for him. ]

[philancer]

[ He doesn't care about tomorrow in the moment. He's far too distracted by right now and how much he wants.

Basch is determined to take his time and Sylvain can't seem to persuade him otherwise, though he tries. But every inch the other man presses into him has him moaning and begging and whimpering as Basch stretches him open on the thickness of his cock. it burns, and he is definitely going to feel this tomorrow, because Basch isn't exactly small but Sylvain doesn't care. He wants it, all of it, every devastating inch.

His own cock hangs untouched between his legs, still so achingly hard and leaking on the floor beneath him, arousal not flagging in the least despite the strain of the man fucking into him from behind. That line between pain and pleasure is thoroughly blurred right now, both of them just as intense as the other. And he needs more. ]

[bardische]

[ It's clear this was the right choice based on how Sylvain continues to plead and attempt to rock. He must be absolutely burning, and while Basch will ride the edge of that, he's not going to let it go past that, not until Sylvain is open for him.

He goes slow, murmuring teases between biting kisses, hands alternating between holding still and teasing Sylvain's flush form, until finally, he's nestled all the way in the other. He lets out a contented sigh, folding over him to rake his hands down the length of Sylvain's torso, kissing against his shoulders. ]

You feel so good, pet. Tight and hot and yielding. And so patient. Do you think it's time for your reward? I promised I would give you what you asked.

[ He knows the other can feel the way that tease makes his own cock throb inside him. He's going to enjoy this. ]

[philancer]

[ He's moaning and shuddering, skin flushed with arousal and damp with sweat. Basch has him pinned beneath his weight, held in place and impaled on his cock and he can only whimper in breathless need as warm breath teases against his skin. Those words just as teasing as the touches the man keeps gifting him with - yet withholding at the same time.

It's not enough and he feels like he's going mad with it.

Even as he feels more full than he ever has before. Body clenching and trembling with the feel of it. Basch is pressed so deep, filling him up, and he wants to move, wants to fuck himself on the other man's cock. Wants to feel every inch currently stretching him open in a way that has him burning even hotter. ]

Please, please, I'll be good, I promise.

[ he'd promise Basch anything he wanted right now to get what he wanted. ]

[bardische]

I have no doubt that you will [ he purrs. And he suspects the other would do anything he asked. The idea of giving those commands, of seeing him pushed to breaking is alluring, but not today. He wants his pet to leave this encounter with only fondness and a sense that he can have what he wants.

He starts to thrust, still slow, drawing almost all the way out before working back in. Sylvain is so tight, and he doesn't doubt there's still residual burn. ]

I'm going to fill you. You'll be marked by me, smell of me, and be full of me. It doesn't matter that I bought you. This is what makes you mine. That you're taking me so beautifully.

[philancer]

[ There's a whine when Basch starts to move, body both craving the movement and protesting the stretch of it. He's still so tight around the man's cock that Basch will be able to feel every clench, every shudder, every little twitch of reaction as he starts to move.

His fingers scrabble for purchase against the floor, eyes slamming shut as he focuses on the intensity of those sensation, pressing back as much as he's able. But with his ankles still bound and Basch buried so deeply inside of him, there's only so much movement he even has available to him right now.

That only seem to make everything more intense, however. That vulnerability that had been so terrifying at the start of this, the helplessness he'd been caught in. it only made him burn even hotter with need now as Basch claimed him. ]

[bardische]

[ That clenching and steady brace punctuated by needy whines tells Basch everything he needs to know: his pet is enjoying this.

He slowly works up his speed, equally to tease as to keep the other safe. Slowly he loosens, driving Basch mad as he does. He keeps a stream of gentle praise, but it tips to groans, his own need growing to a needy burn. ]

Come for me, pet [ he growls, hands steady on the other’s hips, and now he fucks, hard and fast, not holding back his strength, groaning at the bite of the floor on his knees, which sylvain is undoubtedly feeling worse. It’s a wonderful ache, and every sound the other gives has Basch shuddering and groaning in want. ]

[philancer]

[ Some part of him hadn’t even realized he’d been waiting. He’d been too caught up in the heated friction, the maddening build of pleasure as he sunk deeper and deeper into that haze of heat and want. No thoughts left in him, just pure sensation, and whatever Basch gave him.

But the moaned words strike a chord, even as the man’s pace changes, speeds, cock fucking into him hard and fast and demanding now. The angle is perfect, sending that thick length rubbing deliberately over his over-sensitized prostate with every movement, in and out and again.

Even without the permission, it wouldn’t have taken long, once his pace increased. That rocking rhythm has him all but delirious as Basch pushes him hard and fast. His body tensing, clenching tighter and tighter as it builds, before it crests and he nearly screams in his relief as pleasure washes over him. His cock pulses hotly between his legs, untouched for the moment, before jerking and then spilling messily on the tile floor as he shudders tight around the man’s cock, milking him hungrily. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch isn't far behind, not with how insistently Sylvain has clenched against him this entire time, and certainly not with how beautifully he takes him. Basch's cry intermingles with the soul-piercing sound of Sylvain's pleasure, his grip tightening on the other as his back arches and he fills him, coming nearly in unison.

And then he slumps over the other, not quite letting his body go boneless, draping him with his weight and pressing kisses to any skin he can reach, fingers trailing on his sides as he chases the sensitivity still there. ]

You are magnificent, pet. And you relaxed so beautifully for me. It feels good, doesn't it, to give in?

[philancer]

[ Luckily for Basch, that desperate haze of heat has softened into the post-orgasmic bliss that leaves him limp and pliant and utterly sated beneath the other man. Head empty and body humming with the shivering aftershocks of pleasure, he can only give a soft moan of agreement, even if the words hadn’t actually penetrated the haze at all and he had no idea what he was actually agreeing to.

Even if it did feel good to give in. At least in this moment. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch isn't as far gone, but he still enjoys the warm haze of aftershocks, lingering for a few minutes before pulling out with a sigh, and leaning down to release Sylvain's bindings. The man is a mess. They both are. He smoothes back the other's sweat-soaked hair. ]

Shall I clean you up, or just put you to bed?

[ He only half expects an answer, weighing his own options. More touch and pampering would be fun, but how much will the other hate him if anyone else sees him like this?

How much does he want anyone else to see him like this? The baths aren't a far walk down the hall, and yet...

He could always get a warm basin of water instead. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives a low groan of relief as his ankles are freed. Stretching them and finally rolling off his aching knees. His body protests the move, having been positioned in it too long.

It doesn’t really occur to him to complain, though, not when exhaustion is already starting to weigh him down. Maybe another one of the effects of whatever he’d been given, now that his body had been sated. For the time being, anyway. ]

Don’t wanna move…