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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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[bardische]

[ He's entirely an actual professor right now, walking a student through an obstacle, wanting them to succeed regardless of what Basch is in their life after this. ]

There were other high scores; that was not the anomaly. But they were rote solutions. A perfect score requires creativity and a personal take. You scored this well by being yourself, and being earnest. I always enjoy giving these papers back. I get them once every year or two.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain squints at him. And then the paper. Before setting it back down between them again. he tries for a smirk, but there's a hint of unease lurking just beneath the surface that keeps it from being entirely genuine. ]

So is there a catch now, or...?

[bardische]

[ The flush blooms across his cheeks, his neck in record time. Even if his eyes and voice don't waver. Especially because he misreads the distance in Sylvain's smirk. ]

Our agreement still stands. But you are in no obligation to collect immediately if...today's information has not put you in the right mood.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain blinks again, but this time it's in confusion. But he's coming to read his Professor better, at least, and can put two and two together easily enough.

Chuckling, he shakes his head, leaning back in his chair again. ]

Oh, no way, professor. You're not wiggling out of our deal that easily.

[bardische]

[ His brow snaps together, hands curling in confusion. ]

I'm not--

[ But he stops, cut off by the ease returning to Sylvain, the languid confidence that makes his mouth dry. He should be trying to wiggle out of their deal. This man is so young and, despite his best bravado, so vulnerable. Basch is being an absolute irresponsible monster.

No matter that by Sylvain's age, he'd been at war near ten years. Already a commander. His friends who weren't dead married and parents. ]

You had my word. You may collect when you wish. Later, or now.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain pushes himself closer, until he can brace his hands on the desk to either side of Basch and lean over him, where he's still seated. ]

And if I want to collect now?

[bardische]

[ His mouth goes dry, chest tight and hands curling on their own. He doesn't realize he licks his lip. His voice, at least, stays even. ]

You would be well within your right.

[philancer]

[ The corner of Sylvain’s lips quirk, because he doesn't miss any of those things. ]

Hmm. So would you say I’ve well-earned my reward, then, Professor?

[bardische]

Do you want me to praise you now?

[ He asks it very quietly, voice an octave lower. It's clear Sylvain is uncomfortable with it when he's actually being a mentor, but it's also clear the mood has shifted considerably. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain would be the first to say words are empty things, but he’s also the first to be surprised when someone has anything truly praise-worthy to say about him. He’s long ago stopped expecting such things, far too accustomed to words that do ring all too hollow.

Besides, he’s focused on something else right now. ]

No, Professor, I think you should fuck me.

[bardische]

[ He knows something of the sort was coming -- has dreamed of it more nights than he'd like to admit -- but he still chokes out a surprised sound. That wasn't what he was expecting. ]

Any specific requests? [ he manages. But he does stand from his chair, lying his hands on either side of Sylvain's, leaving their faces close enough for their breath to mingle. His skin is electric, heart pounding wildly. It's late. The door is locked. But they're still in his office, and still in a major hall. ]

[philancer]

Yes. [ Sylvain grins up at him, not backing down. ] I want you to explore whatever you want to do with me. Have me in whatever way you’ve been thinking about most.

[bardische]

[ Fuck.

He’s not about to turn down Sylvain’s orders, not when the other made himself so vulnerable for his side of the deal. But this puts Basch in a terribly vulnerable place, admitting to what he wants. Entirely taking control and abusing his position.

But he’s thought about that too. That it must be part of the appeal for Sylvain. That he likes that Basch sees him, that he didn’t want just one time. Does he…want someone safe to take charge? Even if Basch is as safe as a house on fire.

But he can feel his arousal already stiffening his cock. ]

Limits?

[philancer]

[ One corner of Sylvain’s lips quirks up a little higher at that. Part of him is surprised Basch is agreeing to this so readily, but he’s not about to argue his good fortune. ]

How about I just tell you if you ever start drifting near one? I don’t have many.

[bardische]

[ He nods once, solemnly. ]

Then come over here.

[ He straightens, opening a drawer in his desk and fumbling around til he finds a long length of cord. ]

Unfasten your trousers, then turn around so I can bind your wrists.

[ In case that’s off limits. And he’s absolutely fuchsia. He can’t think about what he’s doing or he will bolt. ]

[philancer]

[ He can’t believe that actually worked. Or the fact that Basch is actually taking initiative like this. Oh, he’s still beat red, but the way he gives that order has a shiver of anticipation sliding down Sylvain’s spine as he hastily comes around the desk to Basch’s side of it.

His pants are undone by the time he gets there, and he shoots his Professor a sassy wink as he turns around, wrists behind his back as instructed. ]

Like this? Sir?

[bardische]

[ Well he's already going to the deepest circle of hell, and this was supposed to be about what Sylvain wanted so he can...try leaning into that. ]

Very good [ he says as firmly as he can manage. Gods, does he sound ridiculous? He takes the other's wrists, beginning to crisscross the cord over them. Not so tight Sylvain couldn't get out if he really wanted to, but enough to limit his mobility and put a little burn in his shoulders.

As he works, heart thumping and face still red as it can be, he leans in, hesitating. His breath warms on the other's neck. But this is what Sylvain wanted, so--

He licks below the other's ear. ]

Alright. Undo my trousers as well.

[philancer]

[ He sounds amazing and Sylvain is already wondering where his Professor’s been hiding this side of himself all this time.

A shiver slips visibly down his spine when that breath teases against his skin, making his own breath hitch audibly in his throat. He flexes his wrists, testing the tightness of the bindings, before inching his fingers back towards the fly of Basch’s pants. It was a little awkward, but he was more than up for the challenge his Professor had set for him. ]

Should I be worrying about why you’ve got rope in your drawer, Professor? Were you planning ahead for me?

[bardische]

[ He absolutely was not planning ahead. He’s been in this office for a decade. Things accumulate. But that’s not very…fantasy. ]

Yes.

[ He can manage a one word lie if Sylvain isn’t scrutinizing him. And truthfully, he’s fantasized about being that person. Confident and assertive. ]

You should be very worried about how often I think of you, and in what compromising positions.

[ that is not a lie ]

[philancer]

[ His grin is quick and sharp as he undoes the front of Basch’s trousers. Teases fingers inside to stroke along his length hidden beneath his clothes. ]

Oh, I am not worried about that at all, Professor. In fact, I’m looking forward to you showing me each and every one of them.

[bardische]

[ Oh. He can't think about a next time right now, or his terror will overwhelm him. There is no way he can keep up this confident charade again, let alone all the other problems.

Instead, he focuses on on the light stroke against his shaft. his breath rattling. It feels so much better than he remembers. ]

Then you're planning to be a good boy for awhile longer, are you?

[ God his voice almost cracks, heat in his face nothing sexy. He's waiting for Sylvain to laugh, or groan -- and not because this feels good. He's glad Sylvain isn't looking at his face. He presses his lips together, trying to steady himself. ]

On your knees.

[philancer]

[ That command has his gaze lifting again to Basch's face, deliberately delaying long enough that he can give the man's erection on more teasing stroke. Only then does he slowly lower himself to his knees, a dark look in his eyes and an eager hunger in his expression. ]

If I say no, are you gonna punish me?

[bardische]

[ Panic washes through him. He had not planned for that and is terrified of making a fool of himself, or somehow going too far and upsetting the other.

Terrifying, because it's clear Sylvain wants him to say yes. ]

I'm not giving you what you want that easily.

[ He hopes he sounds assertive and not desperate. He comes around to Sylvain's front, the cool air brushing against his heated length, the other's wrists still bound behind him. ]

Warm me up on your mouth.

[philancer]

With pleasure.

[ But he can see Basch's expression more clearly now, can see the tension in the lines of his body.

It has his own teasing melting away as he gives his Professor a reassuring look. ]

Professor. If you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this. That sort of ruins the point of you enjoying yourself here. We can do something else if you'd rather?

[bardische]

[ Fuck. He's messed this up.

He slides a hand into Sylvain's hair, tightening his grip when he realizes that may be too intimate. ]

I am very sure I enjoy your mouth on my cock.