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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]

[ 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.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just leans into that touch, wanting to encourage him instead. Even if he is still offering the man a hint of a cocky smile. ]

I have been told I've a clever tongue, after all. I'm pretty sure you were even one of the ones to comment on it in the past. If not quite in this setting.

[ Hoping to tease him a little bit back into enjoying this again, he leans forward and deliberately slides that clever tongue of his up the entire length of the man's cock, taking his time in tasting every inch, until he reaches the tip. Where he shifts to swirl his tongue around the head instead, before sucking it slowly into his mouth.

His intent gaze never leaves Basch's face. ]

[bardische]

[ He licks his lip, measuring his words, hoping the pause comes off as control and not as the hesitation it is. ]

Perhaps if you are good today, I will compliment it in this setting too. I know you like to please me.

[ Was that too far, he wonders as soon as it's out of his mouth. He wants to be confident. Wants to give the other a pleasant sense of authority, a place to just indulge and know he'll be caught.

Was this an odd fantasy?

The warm, wet sensation of Sylvain's tongue against him shorts out his overactive mind. He gasps in a breath, hands tightening instinctually in the other's hair. When he manages to open his eyes, they lock onto Sylvain's, and something about seeing his intensity with Basch's cock against his tongue makes the professor nearly stagger. ]

[philancer]

[ His Professor is definitely thinking too much. he can practically see the worries spiraling out of control.

But at least his tongue seems to be the perfect diversion. Something he's definitely going to take advantage of, as he takes his time to explore the man's cock with his lips and tongue. Laving affection along every inch of him as he explores him - not sucking him into wet heat, not yet. Instead, he focuses on the length of him, the sensitive head, down to the base of him, where he focuses equal attention on his balls, and then back up along the pulsing vein along the length of him.

And his eyes never leave the Professor's face. ]

[bardische]

[ The affection surprises him. Scares him even. But Sylvain has calculated correctly, and he can’t think with that capable mouth on him. His eyelids go heavy, a low groan escaping him.

And he relaxes, finally. ]

You are… very thorough when you’re motivated.

[philancer]

[ His lips quirk into a smirk and he hums in mild agreement, letting the sound vibrate along the outside of Basch's length. Only then does he slowly lick his way up and suck just the tip of Basch's cock into the wet heat of his mouth. Swirls his tongue around the sensitive head.

he takes his time, movements deliberate. But he doesn't miss how Basch is finally relaxing. And that moan? Is like music to his ears. ]

[bardische]

[ he tries to stifle his moan, eyes glancing to the door as he shudders. The moment Sylvain takes him, his hips rock, wanting more. ]

I…want to fuck your mouth [ he whispers, reverent and ginger. Flaming red but keeping his cool all in all ] I’ve thought about it. Often.

[philancer]

[ That gets the rumble of a deep, almost involuntary moan, as Sylvain’s eyelids flutter shut for the first time. His hands, on his Professor’s hips, tighten their grip before loosening again.

He pulls off enough to swirl his tongue around the tip once more before smirking up at Basch, a hint of a challenge in his eyes as he stares up to dare the man. ]

No one’s stopping you.

[bardische]

[ It’s a relief followed by a surge of arousal, the way Sylvain reacts to Basch’s admission. He reaches to cup the other’s face, gaze intense despite his flush. ]

I should be stopping me. Make me…make me forget to.

[ He fears it’s cowardice, wanting to lose control and forget to be responsible. But it’s deference to. If he puts this in Sylvain’s hands — or mouth — the other has control. ]

[philancer]

I don't want you to stop.

[ His voice is low and husky and full of unrestrained hunger. He flashes Basch a brief smirk...

... before taking Basch back into his mouth once more. And then sinking down to take him to the hilt, feeling him sprod at the back of his throat as Sylvain sucked him deep. ]

[bardische]

[ He hadn't realized how much he needed to hear that endorsement. Not that he has time to process it, with Sylvain taking all of him. He lets out the cry now that he couldn't in front of the class, trembling with the month of replaying and wanting it. ]

Did you...know I would be fantasizing about this, after I had to work so hard not to move or react?

[ he's breathless, one hand staying in Sylvain's hair and the other moving to brace on his shoulder. Already his hips twitch, but he takes charge of his body now, purposely testing arching back just an inch and sliding back into that unbelievable wet heat.

Fuck if there's a hell, he's going to it for this afternoon alone. ]

[philancer]

[ He can't really answer at the moment, but he just hums. Basch can make that answer whatever he wants to hear, honestly. Sylvain is too distracted worshipping his Professor's glorious cock, to be honest.

His tongue slides along the thick vein along the underside in coaxing invitation and he greets that shallow rock by purposefully relaxing his jaw. His eyes dart up to Basch's face, waiting for him to take what he wants. To fuck deep into Sylvain's mouth, pushing past into his throat. Filling him with every inch he can manage to take. ]

[bardische]

[ Saying he wants to let go and doing so are two wildly differently things. Basch isn't sure how to read Sylvain's hum, but he's certainly not holding the other tight enough to keep him from pulling off is this is too much.

And that tongue says he's very interested.

Shifting his stance and his grip on Sylvain's hair, he experimentally rocks a little deeper against the other. His senses are hyper sharp, watching for any sign of discomfort. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives him the exact opposite, in fact. Eyes fluttering closed over cheeks flushed in pleasure, he stays relaxed and eager. Keeping his jaw loose, his throat working around the little depth Basch pushes past. He moans, the sound vibrating along Basch’s length, its tone one of pure hunger. ]

[bardische]

[ Gods that sight has him struggling to breathe, let alone the feel of his tongue and his moan. Still, Basch goes slow, pulling back out only to sink a little further, until he's all the way down Sylvain's throat.

He's been here before, but it's different being the one driving the depth. He struggles to keep his hips from twitching, body wanting to chase this fantasy. ]

Pat my leg and I'll stop, no questions asked.

[philancer]

[ Dark amber eyes, hazy with hunger, flick up to meet and hold Basch’s for the briefest of moments before Sylvain is pressing closer, trying to take him deeper. His jaw stays relaxed, intent on taking as much of Basch’s length as he can manage. Urging him on, to take what he wants, to sink as deep as he’s craving. To use the eager mouth wrapped around him, hungry for more. ]

[bardische]

[ Depth is less the issue, though Sylvain earns a deep, satisfied moan as he takes his professor deeper. What Basch wants is to fuck the other, hard, and to feel him just this eager for it.

But that's the danger, isn't it? That he can't know what was too much until he hits it. And while he doesn't want to put Sylvain in any remote space of discomfort or exploitation, the more the other works his mouth, the harder it is not to let his body lead.

Basch's hands reposition in the other's hair, hand steady on the other's shoulder. He takes a rattling breath and shifts, carefully drawing out and back into the other's mouth. His rattling moan betrays how much he likes this, and he doesn't wait nearly as long as he means before puling back and back in a again. His ears strain for any discomfort, but the beast of want stirring inside him is quickly gaining control. ]

[philancer]

[ Feeling Basch finally start to take the initiative here has an eager shiver slipping down his spine as he hums out another wanton moan. He slows his own movements, switching over to letting Basch guide him. Control him.

His jaw relaxes, letting himself be used by the man who now has fingers threaded through his unruly hair. His eyes flit back to Basch's face once more, locked on his expression, his own one of eager hunger. Complete willingness to be used however the Professor wants right now. ]

[bardische]

Fuck, you shouldn't look at me like that.

[ It's a growl, his grip tightening, and it's clear from the hunger in his own face that he's not truly complaining. Gods help him, he's really going to do this. Unless Sylvain stops him, he's absolutely crossed a line he won't come back from.

Widening his stance slightly, he holds Sylvain steady, a few more quickening thrusts to test and then...he's fucking him in earnest, wildly aware the door is unlocked, trying to keep his groans to a minimum and failing. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s response is to, of course, obviously continue looking at him just like that.

Especially when it gets him exactly what he wants.

Lips part a little wider, tongue sliding along the underside of his Professor’s cock, he lets the man’s hand control his movements, happy to just accept, even if he’s still far from passive about this. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch wouldn’t want this if Sylvain was passive. That was so much of the attraction, that Sylvain wanted this, that he played Basch like a violin to get the notes he wanted. That somehow whatever he was, it made Sylvain as crazy as it made Basch.

It becomes a dance between them now. Basch may be leading but it takes them both. He moans as he gets lost in that wet heat, that clever mouth, giving in to look at that debauched look of need. ]

You weren’t supposed to be this beautiful [ he breathes. ] And sharp and clever.