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@basch fon ronsenburg

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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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[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.

[philancer]

[ Answering isn’t really gonna happen right now, but Basch gets a lazy wink of amber eyes as he swirls his tongue around the head of the man’s cock has he pulls back, before he sinks deep again. Filling Sylvain’s mouth, pressing into his throat in a way that has his breathing ragged and the moan choked off and vibrating around his length instead. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch is still punishing himself, inside, that he wants this, that he's doing this, but gods above the last of his resolve shatters with that teasing tongue, with how undeniably pleased that moan is. ]

I am going to fuck you so well we're both dizzy [ he growls, giving way to a much more demanding pace.

And now that he has a captive audience -- ]

You are terribly clever, and observant, and intelligent, and have an excellent head for command. You're good with your weapons, and with the horses, and with your peers, even though you pretend not to be. You are...a stunningly gifted man, Sylvain. [ he's panting through it, heat blossoming in his gut, climax already threatening. Of course he's attracted to this fiery-haired menace. He hasn't known anyone this bold or vivid or sharp since his own youth. ]

[philancer]

[ The flow of words - of praise - is so entirely unexpected that for a moment, Sylvain actually chokes on the next press of the man's cock in his throat - even though it's more over the muffled gasp that gets lost half way. Dazed, he blinks up at his Professor, not having expected any of that.

And now that it's out there, floating between them, has no idea what to do with it now. ]

[bardische]

[ That choking sound has Basch slowing, checking on his — gods no, not his — the other man. But it’s just wonder. Protest. He slides the hand from Sylvain’s hair to cup his face, keeping the pace slower for a moment as he regains his composure. ]

Had to have that tongue occupied so you couldn’t protest. I thought all that before you decided to seduce me.

[ And as poor as he could be at reading others, he thinks he’s read this right. That Sylvain needed him to be some kind of authority, as much as he needed Basch to be absolutely no threat.

He moves his hand back into that red hair, grip tighter. ]

I won’t be long now.

[ And he isn’t. It doesn’t take more than getting back to speed before he’s stifling a cry, hands tightening as heat rockets through him. ]

[philancer]

[ Well. he has to admit, this is a valid way of shutting him up, at the very least.

He does his best to shove down his visible discomfort with the praise, with being so seen, even if that was half of what had drawn him to Basch in the first place. That didn't make it feel any less uneasy on him. Like someone else's coat that didn't quite fit.

But his Professor luckily gave him something else to focus on, the return of those fingers gripping his hair, the increase of his thrusts once more. The way he thickens even more against Sylvain's tongue. And he leans in greedily, working him with lips and tongue as he coaxes him over that edge. And then swallows every drop of him with a pleased sounding moan. ]

[bardische]

[ He sees that discomfort. There’s a wave or protectiveness in him that might be even more inappropriate than having his cock down this man’s throat. There’s no pleasant story for how someone this capable has become so avoidant and so ashamed of his own value. That he’s letting Basch value him at all for the things he doesn’t show the world is something the professor doesn’t take lightly.

Even if he hates himself for how hard it makes him come. He has to steady himself against Sylvain’s shoulders, passing as he waits for the weak knees and dizziness to pass. He strokes Sylvain’s sweet damp hair back from his face while the other is still too full for words of protest. ]

Was that an appropriate reward for upholding your end our wager? I rather feel like I got the longer end of the stick.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain licks his way off the man's cock like he's reluctantly releasing his favorite flavored lollypop. But his professor's words just get a smirk flitting across those reddened lips. ]

I happen to like your long stick, Professor. I'm hardly complaining.

[ That was truly terrible. Can you get drunk on cum? ]

[bardische]

[ Every time they come together, it’s harder to remember to stay reluctant. Sylvain relinquishing him like it’s the worst thing he’s had to do is going to be something he revisits a thousand times.

So is the fact that the other is absolutely dazed. ]

And my other question? Are you satisfied? Or shall we do something else?

[philancer]

[ That just has his student smirking up at him. ]

I dunno, Professor. How many rewards do you think I’ve earned?

[bardische]

[ He takes Sylvain’s chin firmly in his hand, cock still bobbing near his face. ]

Was my praise not clear? I think you deserve to be forced to bask in your accomplishments. It does not matter to me if you choose the reward or I do.

[philancer]

[ Now is probably a bad time to point out that he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be rewarded at all.

But he tries to keep his smirk unwavering as he coyly drops his gaze for a moment. ]

And what reward would you choose? Sir?

[bardische]

[ Basch very well knows that, and is doing his best not to give Sylvain the chance to voice that rejection. ]

Well, seeing as there will be a delay before I can fuck you like the first time--

[ He strokes his thumb over Sylvain's jaw, pretending to think. These were ideas he'd had before, though. Many nights thinking over this. ]

I was thinking about putting you in my lap and stroking you til you come, but I could also put you on my desk and return the service of my mouth.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives a thoughtful hum as his gaze darts sideways to the desk in question, as if giving those possibilities some serious consideration. ]

What if that makes a mess of your desk, Professor? Or are you hoping for more pleasant memories to think of when you’re stuck here grading papers and bored out of your mind?

[bardische]

You act like I hadn't considered that.

[ He watches Sylvain's face, looking for a hint of want. ]

I will already be significantly more distracted in this space. So -- what reward will you have?

[philancer]

[ Considering he’s still on his knees for the man, the want should be pretty he obvious. Or so he assumes. Then again, his Professor is apparently a little obtuse when it comes to things like this. ]

Do you want to put your mouth on me, Professor?