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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]

[ 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…

[bardische]

[ He laughs, kissing the other as he rights himself, only to settle on the ground, back against a leg of furniture. ]

Come here then [ he beckons, patting his lap. ]

[philancer]

[ Basch gets away with that, only because the redhead's mind is still too dazed and clouded with orgasmic bliss and the pure exhaustion his body's now sinking into on the other side of the 'help' he'd been given. His body is still calling the shots, not his common sense, which means that craving for contact, for touch and heat and closeness, is still completely drowning out his stubborn resistant side. For now, anyway.

Which is the biggest reason why, after only the briefest moments of hesitation, he curls up against Basch's thigh with a quiet sound of contentment, wanting nothing more than to just sink the rest of the way into that sated exhaustion now humming so pleasantly through his body. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch chuckles lowly, stroking his fingers through the stubborn red head's hair, murmuring quiet affirmations, as pleasant thoughts of all the ways he's going to spoil and break and pamper his pet fill his sated mind.

The system, it seems, is satisfied with that. It's a little clearer than coming out of the fantasies on the beach, and soon enough he's blinking in one of the hotel's private VR rooms, pulling off a headset and instinctively search for Sylvain.

Even though they're close enough to touch. Basch's hand immediately goes to his thigh, his healing tattoo peaking up from the curve of his forearm, reminding him yet again they both agreed to this. Today, exploring, the future here. ]

How are you feeling, love?

[ It's soft, but there's a twinge of anxiety to it. ]

[philancer]

[ Amber eyes blink open, the shift back to reality more than a little disorienting for him. But as soon as reality comes back to him, he's pulling off his own headset, his gaze is seeking out Basch just as quickly. ]

... That's going to take some getting used to. It felt so real.

[ Whatever magics these are, they're like nothing he's ever experienced before. He'd thought all that was real, in the moment. had forgotten everything outside it, until the only thing that existed was what he thought was the true reality inside their little test play.

But he's quick to reach for Basch's hand with a fond smile, squeezing his hand in reassurance. ]

That was... incredible. How are you?

[ Because that's his real concern here, especially with what they'd been experimenting with. ]

[bardische]

[ He breathes out in relief. Sylvain is clearly not rattled, and that was his only fear. In fact, 'incredible' is a pretty good review. ]

I...it felt incredible for me as well. I was so...confident. There was no doubt I knew what you wanted. I just trusted I was right and pushed you toward it.

[ He frowns, squeezing Sylvain's leg, but only in thought. ]

I don't mind, because I was right and I know you were alright with it...but what if I had that assuredness and I was wrong? I could have really damaged you, physically and psychologically. I think -- I think that's what scares me about that side of me.

[ He gives a smile though, and a reassuring squeeze. ] This didn't scare me though.

[philancer]

Basch.

[ Tossing the VR helmet aside, he rolls towards the other man, cupping the side of his face with one of his hands. ]

You had me at your mercy in there. And both of us not having the knowledge we do out here. And yet, despite that, you never once crossed a line. You never pushed past my boundaries. You had complete power over me and you could have abused that any number of ways. And yet we both came out of it having experienced pleasure and satisfaction.

You could have done a great many things. But you didn't. And I think you would have adjusted your approach no matter who you had kneeling before you. You're more intuitive than you realize. You knew exactly how to guide me to where you wanted me, without going too far.

[bardische]

[ He's not expecting quite that forceful of a response, and his brows knit as he listens -- not in disagreement, but because it's a framing he doesn't have. He's quiet for a few moments after, mulling over what Sylvain has said as he nods slowly. ]

I guess that's right. I had no interest in doing anything that would harm you or our relationship, even in that setting. The goal was still pleasure, and what I overrode was intentional.

[ He squeezes Sylvain's hand again, still a little uneasy, even if it was lessening. ]

And it doesn't feel uncomfortable now? Knowing you were coerced while we were still in there? I...know you were alright with this scenario, but I know how bleak lack of choice was for you in the past. The you in there only had those feelings.

[philancer]

[ His lips quirk faintly at that as he leans in to steal a kiss. ]

That was still a far better option than you’d think. No, love, I’m not uncomfortable. Well. That’s not true. [ He pauses, glancing down ruefully. ] That was… entirely too realistic, apparently. I’m going to need to change.

[ But that just has his gaze coming back to mete Basch’s, turning a hint mischievous now. ]

Have I mentioned that you as a pirate is unfairly hot? Because it is.

[bardische]

[ That gets a flustered chuckle, because it also makes him realize he had the same issue. ]

We can go clean up. I feel as tired as if it were real, and I'd very much just like to hold you and possibly nap.

[ But then he's flushing, all composure gone. ]

I...am glad you enjoyed it. [ His intonation is almost a question, but gods he's trying to just take the compliment. ] Though I'm not sure what constitutes unfairly. Or hot in this case.

[philancer]

I think seeing you, confident and in charge like that, is possibly the most comfortable I’ve seen you when we’ve played. At least in that role.

[ He pushes himself up into a sitting position, leaning his weight on his hands as he grins down at his lover. ]

And it was ridiculously attractive. I figured it would be, just from the scenario we chose, but seeing it firsthand… Damn, Basch. Clearly I need to let you be in charge more often, if that’s what we get to do.