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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 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. ]

[bardische]

[ He hasn't realized how much he's planning to have Sylvain again. It's why he's gathering information. The roughness is good. The obliteration.

He leans in, his hand turning so his knuckles can gently glide down the other's neck. His lips are nearly on Sylvain's ear. ]

Good boy.

[ a pause, to gage the reaction, and then ] You are so pretty for me.

[philancer]

[ The soft praise gets a much better reaction from the redhead, at least. His student all but turning into a puddle in his grip as he gives a soft moan and struggles to press back against him. Even his cock twitches in reaction to the words, drawing a soft hiss from Sylvain as he struggles to hold back his rising arousal from getting out of control too quickly.

There’s no hiding the flush the soft words of praise earn, or the way he shivers and presses closer. ]

[bardische]

[ The change is so strong. ]

You're clever for me too, hmm? You'll do your best for me, and I'll keep your secrets.

[ The hiss is...endearing. Basch keeps his pace, not offering more, but aware the effect he's having. He tries to ignore how much he likes the other pressing into him. He still has to be aware of his role here, of the higher authority -- and responsibility -- he has. ]

And reward you for being so good.

[philancer]

[ At the mention of keeping his secrets, Sylvain's eyes fly open again, a hint of startled surprise in amber depths. he licks his lips, looking like he wants to say something, but as he doesn't actually have the words just now, he stays silent instead. It comes out as another moan instead, as Basch keeps working him with his hands, and that soft praise. His hips rock shallowly, pressing into that touch as he chases the friction of it. ]

If that's what you want. Sir.

[bardische]

[ He feels that tension. Interesting. Not his goal, but easing it is.

Basch braces a sturdy arm around him, pulling his shoulders close even as he speeds his hand, all but purring in the other's ear. ]

I want you sated and glowing. I want you so pleased and dazed that when I tell you how perfect you are, you forget to argue with me.

[ He holds Sylvain hard, biting his hear then his neck, taking him roughly with his hand. He isn't letting up until he gets what he wants. ]

[philancer]

[ The hitch of his breath is audible as he jolts, then melts into another husky moan as the movements sharpen. And Basch adds the scrape of teeth to the sensation, causing his head to fall back as he gasps raggedly for air.

His hips move instinctively now, rocking into that touch, grinding against Basch’s thigh as he chases that heated friction, the pleasure of Basch’s touch. It’s perfect, just the right side of too much, and his Professor is absolutely going to get what he wants if he keeps going like that.

He whimpers, pleasure building fast and he teeters right on that edge as he clings to Basch’s shoulders, struggling to make it last… ]

[bardische]

You can have me again and again. I'm growing addicted to this.

[ Voice low, caution forgotten, he knows exactly what he's doing. This is what gives him the real high: Sylvain reaching toward him for more, even as he surrenders to trust. It's foolish of the other man, but Basch won't take it lightly.

He doesn't let up, doesn't give Sylvain a chance to savor. He holds the other tighter, angling his thigh and working him hard. ]

You're absolutely perfect.

[philancer]

Promise, Professor?

[ The words are all but gasped out around a husky groan as he rocks into that touch, aching for more. So very fucking close he can almost taste it. He means the first part, of course. The perfection part he knows is ridiculous, although he can concede that Basch might find it true. For now, anyway.

But that’s too complicated a thought to dwell on right now, not when his body is all but humming with pleasure, each rough stroke of Basch’s hand driving him closer and closer to that edge. One that he finally tips over with a hoarse cry as he arches into the press of the man’s body pinning him in place, spilling messily over his fingers as he clings to him and gasps for air. ]

[bardische]

You have my word.

[ He punctuates it with pushing the other over at last, his own moan low and breathless before he presses their mouths together, swallowing both their sounds. He pulls Sylvain through with his hand, the other arm pulling him close, basking in the way the other shudders and clings. ]

I love seeing you like this. How could I possibly be done with you?

[philancer]

[ He’s too busy gasping for air, and luckily enough, it’s probably enough to hide the momentary wince at those words.

An unpleasant topic he’s not going to touch on. He knows exactly how easy it is to be done with him, and how quickly that can change.

But instead he just groans and buries his face against Basch’s throat, still clinging to him as he shudders his way through an intense few waves in the aftermath of pleasure. ]

Fuck…

[bardische]

[ Basch is observant enough to put some of this together; no acknowledgement of his praise and promises, but no rejection either.

Instead he chuckles as Sylvain clings to him, enjoying how intense this was. ] Did I do alright? Do you want me to take you again?

[ He leans in close, cradling the other, his hand scooping down to caress the other's sack, lips nearly on his ear. ] This is always your choice. You say the word and it's yours. You say the word and it stops. Always. That's a promise, too.

[philancer]

I want this. [ He murmurs the words huskily against Basch's ear, still clinging to him as he shudders and rocks into that touch. Sensitive but still hungry for the man pinning him to his desk. ] I want you.

[ For as long as he can have him. ]

[bardische]

[ gods damn him, because this is worse than a dalliance or two, but he's holding the other, stroking his hair, knowing damn well it's a promise he'll keep. ]

Good. I want this too.

[ He pulls back only far enough to kiss the other, squeezing his thigh. ] Get dressed. We shouldn't linger here.

[ Basch had had clandestine affairs...in offices before. Just...not as the person of higher power ]

[philancer]

[ Wow you really aren't one to talk then, Professor.

But Sylvain just makes a quiet sound of protest before pulling away and tugging his uniform back into place. Fortunately, he typically looks a little unkempt at any given moment, his shirt always untucked and slightly unbuttoned at the top, his tie loose. No one will notice a difference now, despite what they'd been doing in here. ]

Yes, sir.

[bardische]

I didn't expect this level of enthusiastic compliance from you.

[ He's teasing, yes, but there's no meanness to it, only amusement as he briefly cups Sylvain's neck, thumb stroking his face. Then he's settling himself and the things they knocked over.

And then he turns back, unannounced, and seizes Sylvain's face, kissing the other hard. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain shoots him a crooked grin at the tease, soaking up that contact before the Professor turns away and starts straightening himself and his things.

Taking that as the not-so-subtle dismissal he thinks it is, he ignores the quiet pang he feels because uh-oh, nuh-uh, that’s dangerous, that’s not allowed, he should definitely go now.

And is just about to turn for the door and slink back out now that Basch is done with him - would this count as a walk of shame? It wasn’t even a morning after - but he doesn't even get that far before Basch is grabbing him again. Hard.

He makes a muffled sound of surprise as his Professor’s mouth claims his with a harsh possessiveness that makes his stomach flip in way he doesn't want to think about too hard. But that surprise melts into a breathy moan as he clings to the man’s broad shoulders and leans into that kiss, hungry for it with a depth that surprises even him. ]