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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]

[ 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?

[bardische]

[ A little obtuse was still putting it kindly.

He's far enough gone today, though, that he's at least being assertive about it, still cupping Sylvain's face as they negotiate the next step. ]

I want to hear you make those helpless noises, and I want to see your face break with pleasure. Will my mouth achieve that?

[philancer]

[ His lips quirk up into a smirk before his tongue brushes over them in a teasing lick. ]

I dunno, Professor. We can try it and find out.

[bardische]

[ Basch keeps his grip on that chin, tugging enough to guide Sylvain from his knees to his feet. Then he turns, boxing him against the desk. ] Spread [ he orders, hands going for the fastening on the younger man's pants. ] I've not given you reason to be smug yet.

[philancer]

I’ve got you here, don’t I? [ His smirk only grow when his Professor points it out. ] I feel like that in itself is totally a reason to be smug.

[ Even he hadn’t really believed he’d ever get his Professor to bend this far. To ever take his flirtations and invitations seriously. And yet, here they are. ]

[bardische]

Then be smug about how intelligent and capable you are [ he says with the arch of his brows.

He shouldn't have gotten Basch to bend this far, but now that he had...gods Basch could not think about it.

He gets the other man's pants open, palming his cock with a rough hand as the other digs into his thigh. ]

Should I tease you slowly, or make you weak with how quickly I can get you to finish?

[philancer]

[ He tsk’s his tongue softly, looking bemused. ]

Wow you have such little faith in my stamina, Professor. What if I make you work for it either way?

[bardische]

[ He gets Sylvain's cock solidly in one hand and grabs the man's chin with his other, holding his gaze. ]

You will behave for me.

[ It's not a question. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain almost swallows his tongue, his eyes going wide at the man’s sudden shift. His cock jerks in Basch’s hand as a shiver slips down his spine, unbearably turned on by this combination because fuck, that was hot. He bites back a moan - barely - and manages a slight nod, though he makes no effort to pull himself free of Basch’s hands. ]

Yes, sir.

[bardische]

[ Well. That was more effective than he expected. He truly doesn't feel like Sylvain has taken his reward, and so he'll press what seems to get the other more excited.

He runs his hand slowly up the other's cock, pressure teasing. He leans in, lips tight against Sylvain's neck before her says, low and stern ] Tell me how you did on your paper.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain blinks in confusion - both at the unexpected question and because Basch is simultaneously making it very hard to focus on anything that isn’t his hand stroking Sylvain’s cock. ]

I… what?

[bardische]

[ He holds the other's face, voice low and commanding, other hand slowing on his cock. ]

I only want to reward excellent work. Tell me that you earned this.

[philancer]

[ Professor. Why do you keep asking impossible things of him?

He flushes and there’s the faintest jerk of his head, as if in instinctive reaction to try and pull away from the man’s grip. Although he aborts it the moment he realizes, because he doesn’t actually want to pull away from Basch. He just balks sharply at that command.

He doesn’t like lying to people who mean something to him. ]

I…

[bardische]

[ That aversion is deeper than he thought.

The grip on his chin turns to a caress, hand gentle as it cups his face. ]

You are remarkable, or I wouldn't have crumbled for you. Your opinion on the matter does not change the fact of it.

[ Perhaps he himself was worthless, but if his opinion meant something to Sylvain, then it mattered. ]

You deserve this reward.

[ He deserved...so much more. But this was what he was willing to take, and so it was where they would begin.

Basch's hand tightens, his hand working Sylvain's shaft, seeking out the place where the other's lids fluttered or a moan escaped him, where his head would turn off. ]

[philancer]

[ He almost squirms with discomfort, biting back the automatic reaction to laugh that off, or divert it elsewhere. Or basically do anything to shift this kind of focus off of him. It doesn’t belong here and he is wholly uncomfortable with it, all of it.

Fortunately, Basch changes tactics yet again and Sylvain is all too happy to let him, to sink back into the heat of that tight grip as he gives a soft, choked gasp as his head falls back, throat working around a swallowed moan. His fingers clutch at Basch’s shoulders as he bucks into that stroke, shivering at the sensation of it, just the perfect amount of roughness to start distracting him all over again. ]