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@philancer
25 / male / yes / 7♦️

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My Self-Summary

Back home, I'm a noble, the son of a Margrave, but for most of my life I've been a knight and a soldier. I'm mostly just looking for a good time and people who are open-minded enough to enjoy it with me, maybe try out some new things. There's a lot here I've never gotten to experience and I'm interested in changing that.



Outside of that, I'm a connoisseur of fine food and fine teas. I enjoy cooking, gardening, horseback riding, chess, and discussing a wide variety of topics, whether it's art, fiction, theoretical ideals, or more esoteric topics.

My Future Plans

Enjoying myself to the fullest here. Making conections and meeting new people. Experiencing all this place has to offer and finding those interested in exploring it with me.

My Talents

Varied and many. I had a robust interest in pursuing pleasures of all sorts back home and I hope to keep expanding that knowledge and skillset here.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy books on a variety of topics, but I've never seen a movie. Plays and operas are far more common in my world and a comparible form of entertainment. I like a wide variety of dishes and have a fondness for trying new dishes from distant places. I have a fondness for spices and rich flavors.

My Ideal Partner

I'm very adaptable and tend to adjust to whoever I'm with, making this a very broad category, since I have a varied taste in companions as well, depending on my mood. I find people interesting and like as many varieties here as I do in my favorite dishes.

Height 6'1 Body Type broad and muscular Smokes only when casting fire spells Drinks yes Drugs only healer prescribed Sign ...Gemini? Apparently?? Education Garreg Mach Officer's Academy Occupation Noble Paladin Income ... Children dear goddess no Pets Felix Horses Hobbies Reading, cooking, chess, tea, horseback riding, hiking. not dying.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

both, depends on the atmosphere

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

yes

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what does this even mean??? and what's a nija?

.05 TITS OR ASS

yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

tea, although coffee is interesting, i will have to try more of it

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

both have their fine qualities

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

depends on who's wearing it. some people are just very much one or the other.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

yes

Personality Type
Campaigner: ENFP-A

ENERGY

79%

Extraverted

MIND

55%

Intuitive

NATURE

61%

Feeling

TACTICS

61%

Prospecting

IDENTITY

61%

Assertive

personality test. art credit.

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[bardische]

[ That expression is perfect and he lets out a moan of his own, grip tightening on Sylvain's jaw even as he follows the arch of the other's back and neck. Heat races through him, and he wants to touch Sylvain with every inch of himself that he can, even as heat builds below his belly. He wants all of him, over and over, until the other is limp and dazed and clinging to him. ]

Ever since I saw you. I wanted it to be me.

[ He's unaware of the way the memory is blending with the fantasy, the sort of dream logic he doesn't question.

Even more unaware that his activated suit is driving him forward. That intruding tentacle pushes farther, slick and tapered, its cups teasing the inside of Sylvain even as it seeks out that sensitive bundle of nerves. His own eyelids flutter, a satisfied groan as he feels the tightness, the warmth. Another tentacle pulls at Sylvain's nipple, and the one on his thigh teases the underside of his balls. ]

I want to drown you in pleasure.

[philancer]

[ He's already doing that, driven to utter distraction as Sylvain writhes, held in place but squirming what little as he can as that tentacle presses into him, the tiny mouths now inside and teasing against his most sensitive places. He arches with a desperate cry as one latches onto his prostate, sending lightning sparks of blinding pleasure along his nerves. Making his cock jolt against his stomach, thickening further as the pleasure grows.

Wherever those slick, teasing surfaces touch, his skin grows heated, tingling with sensitivity, until it feels as if it is everywhere at once. All-encompassing, until he can focus on nothing else except for the grip of Basch's limbs holding him in place, seeking out his most sensitive places. He gasps raggedly for breath, lost to the pleasure and unable to focus on anything else. And still, it grows thicker, wrapping around him. Making him burn. ]

Please...!

[bardische]

[ His eyes drink in that ecstasy across his face, then down to the other's thickening cock, entranced and triumphant. Even as his own body shivers, feeling so much of Sylvain and also wanting more, more.

The tentacle already pressing inside him coils further, and at that beautiful gasping beg, another slides across his chin, wiggling between his lips and beginning to explore his mouth. Basch's eyelids flutter shut, hands clamping around the other's middle with the added sensation, pulling their torsos flush so he can grind that burning cock between them. There's a momentary desire to have it inside him, but it fades, his mind having to rearrange around the fantasy, that this body has no lower entrance.

But, he knows where he wants Sylvain to finish, after Basch has gotten to watch his tentacle crawl down the other's throat. He's going to fuck all of him at once. ]

Every inch of you is mine.

[philancer]

I'm not sure which should be more ridiculous right now. That you're trying to have a conversation with me while your hand is on my cock, or the fact that you expect me to be coherent for it.

[ The words come out on a low, husky groan as he rocks against that warm grip, tucking Wriothesley in against him as he shifts along the length of his body. Enjoying the feel of him, the lazy simmer of pleasure instead of the raging, blinding demand they so often have. This... this is just as good, and something he indulges in far too little. He suspects the same can be said of Wriothesley. ]

[philancer]

[ The tentacle inside of him somehow seems to thicken, moving deeper inside of him, stretching him open and leaving slick heat in its wake as it explores. Those tiny sucking mouths continue to torment and tease, and it feels the deeper that appendage moves, the thicker it gets, stretching him until muscles burn. Until his body trembles and shakes. Muscles are clenched tight around him as he gasps and writhes, to no avail. And there's that thick pressure, relentless now, sliding constantly against his prostate, with no relief.

Not that he wants any, not when it feels better than anything he can ever remember experiencing. He feels drunk on it already, and he hasn't even come.

Mouth open as he moans and gasps for breath, resistance doesn't even occur to him when he feels something prod at his spread lips and then press inside. Filling him from both ends. This one is slicked with that same strange substance and he feels it coat his lips, his tongue, making them heat and tingle as his flesh had done. It somehow tastes both spicy and sweet at the same time and he finds himself sucking on it hungrily, chasing the flavor. His tongue slides along it's length, exploring in return, feeling those tiny suctions here, too, and sucking back with a wanton moan vibrating around the length filling his mouth now. It sends a new surge of heat rushing through him, making his head spin, as if whatever now coated his tongue had a far more intoxicating effect here than it did where spread on his skin elsewhere.

Those husky words wash over him, striking a chord that has those muffled moans hitting an even more needy timbre now, something in him trembling at the force of that claim. How much he craved that right now. Wanting to feel Basch over every inch he can reach. It didn't matter if it was on his skin or pressing within him, he wanted all of it. Everywhere. ]

[armwriostle]

[A bark of laughter that devolves into a groan as he ruts against Sylvain's thigh and into their hand. Honestly, Wriothesley is barely coherent, still half asleep. He was just blabbing a bit while the two of them moved together.]

I thought we'd just have ah nice conversation while we wake up. [His voice is tinged with amusement as he feels the lazy build up of pleasure in the pit of his stomach. The way that, despite their languid movements, he was feeling that need to come grow and grow with every stroke of Sylvain's hand.

He leaves a few bites and sucks on the skin of Sylvain's neck and shoulder as he strokes the other, wanting to bring them closer to completion.] I'll probably forget this by the time I really wake up anyways. [A gentle chuckle, cool breath against the redhead's skin.]

[philancer]

Are you telling me you're actually still asleep right now?

[ Amusement is warm in his voice as he twists his hand slightly on the next stroke, swiping his thumb over the leaking tip of the man's cock, teasing sensitivity as he enjoys those groans and the way Wriothesley moves against him. ]

[bardische]

[ Gods it's so much better than he imagined. Sylvain doesn't just allow it, he invites it, his body writing so beautifully, his body taking Basch so wantingly. It's breathtaking, feeling that ass clench around him as Sylvain literally sucks against his other appendage. It's still not enough, and Basch squeezes him tighter, tentacles tugging Sylvain's legs farther apart, twisting his arms behind his back, tugging at his hair -- all a need to overstimulate, to overwhelm.

He's rewarded with those beautiful moans, the vibration shaking his entire body. He claims his prize, and the echoing agreement fans Basch's heat to an inferno, body swaying as his need for release only grows. He'd wanted to taste the other on his tongue, but now it's impossible to look away from that face as the ecstasy builds, and so it's his hand that goes to Sylvain's cock, stroking it slowly as yet another tentacle comes to wrap around balls and the lower shaft. ]

You will want no other's touch after I have had you.

[philancer]

[ His head is swimming too much right now to really parse that claim. Even if he might not even have refuted it otherwise, at the moment, it seemed right. Basch's touch was all-consuming, the most incredible and intense sensations he'd ever felt that even right now, he couldn't imagine ever wanting anything else. Not when this felt like everything.

Eyes dazed and half-lidded as he's filled, as he's fucked, there's still no resistance in his limbs as Basch maneuvers him into whatever position he wants him. Pliant and eager as his arms are bound behind his back, as his legs are pulled further apart and similarly bound in how they're wrapped up in hungry grasping tentacles. His hair is tugged, pulling his head back, and it allows for that tentacle in his mouth to slip deeper, pressing against the back of his throat, choking off the next moan that followed it.

His cock is achingly erect against his stomach, jolting and leaking as pleasure shivers through him, assaulted from so many sides he can't even tell it apart now. The water feels cool on his overheated skin and any movement around him has it caressing too-sensitive skin and making him writhe, making him tighten around the tentacles pressing into him from either end.

And then yet another wraps around the base of his cock, his balls, tighening in a suckin squeeze. he's lost track of how many that actually is now, how many places Basch grips him, touches him, restrains him, fills him. It's everywhere, and he aches. His hips try to buck up into the stroke of that hand, a desperate keen muffled around the tentacle filling his mouth, but with how he's bound and held, it's an impossible effort. But it does emphasize the helpless position he's being held in, how completely exposed and vulnerable he is to Basch's exploration, the teasing touches and press of all those limbs around him, inside him. And how he's so desperate for more. ]

[armwriostle]

No, but I’m tempted to fall back asleep on you after this.

[Lazy mornings are just nice when you can really take your time to enjoy them like this.

A sharp inhale and a shameless moan as he rocks into Sylvain’s hand. His own hand starts to stroke the other little more roughly, inconsistent in their speed as he just jerks the redhead off. His other hand lazily traveling over exposed skin, appreciating Sylvain’s muscles body under his fingertips.]

[philancer]

Well. I am very talented at wearing you out, I guess.

[ There's a grin in his voice a moment before he moans, rocking up into that touch. The fingers not wrapped around Wriothesley's cock shift to tangle in his hair, tipping his head up so he can kiss him. It's a little lazy, a little sloppy, especially because he doesn't want to move a whole lot either, but they make it work. ]

[bardische]

[ Any pretense to drag this out is gone. He just wants, fiercely, and he's going to take. Sylvain struggling so pleasantly against him only drives that heat higher, and his tentacles slink tighter, tug further, tease deeper, searching for limits, searching for release.

Because Basch is flush from head to sensitive tips, entire body pulsing with want. He can feel the tension coiling in him, threatening to explode, his own breath ragged as he drinks in how beautiful Sylvain is, how drowned he looks choking on that tentacle even as tongue and ass clench around Basch, begging for more, how he feels the vibrations of Sylvain's moans everywhere.

Basch's hand wraps around that leaking cock, thumb teasing the head as he starts a relentless pace, everything pushing, pushing, wanting to break, wanting to explode, and he pulls Sylvain close to him in every way he can, pinching skin, straining muscles, penetrating deep, deep--

Basch cries out first, his spine arching as all eight of his appendages tighten and then spew of a sticky, salty substance that leaves him dizzy, heat blissfully wracking through him, eyes wide and hungry and sated as he knows this human has been forever marked as his, as his eyes continue to drink in the way the other's body takes so much of him, and his hand doesn't falter, wanting the release to be so all-consuming the other can only fall limply into his arms. ]

[philancer]

[ He’ll get his wish.

If only because it’s so much, so fast. He can feel that tension building, is vaguely aware of it in the back of his mind, even as he’s lost to the building heat, the need, the desperate hunger. Those fingers around his cock have a garbled scream vibrating around the tentacle deep in his throat now, the sound raw and muffled as his body arches, the stimulation too much…

And then Basch is spilling with a cry and that seed pours into each of his holes. Deep inside him with a thick, pulsing heat that almost makes his stomach cramp with how full and fast he’s filled. It spills down his throat too, and he swallows desperately, trying to take every drop, even when some part of him knows that it’s too much. That thick sweetness on his tongue even more intoxicating now as it pours inside of him from both ends.

And the rest, it splashes and coats his skin, despite the fact that they’re underwater. it has no effect and Sylvain feels the tingling heat of it as it coats his limbs, his chest, his stomach. It drips down onto his cock, making the skin there even more sensitive, just like the slickness earlier had.

It’s too much. Oversensitive and overstimulated, he can only tremble as his body bucks, arches… and then spills messily over Basch’s fingers, cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm as he spills and spills. His cries are muffled around the tentacle still in his throat and his entire body shakes with the force of his pleasure.

Only to, yes, go limp in the other man’s grip in the aftermath, utterly spent and dazed and breathless. Too wrung out by the intensity of his pleasure to even be able to focus on anything beyond that. Nothing else was important, and his body all but hummed from the pleasure, trembling still as his cock still jolted with the aftershocks of that pleasure. ]

[armwriostle]

Hah, fuck off. [As if Sylvain hadn't been at the mercy of Wriothesley's insatiable stamina.

He feels that slow build up of heat in the pit of his stomach and the growing tension travel through his body. Feels the growing pleasure mount towards a climax. He moans softly into Sylvain's mouth as he kisses back. It's languid in its movement as he drags his palm up and down Sylvain's length.] I'm getting close...

[bardische]

[ Sylvain is even more beautiful, desperate and cresting over his edge. Maybe it's too much. Maybe he's killed this human, and that would be terrible, but is it really such an awful way to go? They are so fragile.

Seeing him covered in Basch's seed, though, drives him wild, even with his own body falling into languid satisfaction, and he rubs the other with fanned heat, his hand sped by his own slick. It's hardly a moment before the other is arching, frozen and screaming around him and utterly, unfathomably perfect.

The tentacles retreat, caressing over him gently, guiding him into Basch's arms. For a moment he does worry the other has expired, like a rabbit so startled its heart burst. But no, he's just dazed, and its arms that anchor their warmth together, Basch murmuring nothings as he pushes Sylvain's hair from his face.

But something wasn't right. Time skipped, the ending of their encounter playing again -- and then it felt like he'd been holding Sylvain like this for hours. His brow furrowed, trying to grip the other harder, but his arms felt empty, and why was his cock hard?

He was suddenly aware of bright light, and heat on his skin. He clung to Sylvain, vulnerable and dazed in his arms, but it was no use.

Which was why the man's name was urgently on his lips when he came to, blinking into the too-bright sun. He scrabbled around, dizzy and disoriented, trying to clear his vision.

There was Sylvain, on the bench beside him, breathing and dry. A dream. It was a dream. A very...embarrassing and explicit dream.

Still, he can't help reaching out, a hand on the other's leg, yearning for the piece of that story that was cut off, the warm quiet nestling together, the protecting what was his when it was so dependent. Which reminded him that he was on the beach with a raging hard-on, but at least that Sylvain would probably laugh about. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain jolts awake a moment later at the feel of that hand on his leg. His eyes are wide and dark and his cock... no, he definitely spilled in his dreams, how embarrassing. He hasn't done that since he was a teenager. Except his body is still thrumming with heated pleasure, the echo of those touches, the desperation that had filled him.

Even as he jolts up on one elbow, skin flushed and eyes wide and dark, he can feel the way his pulse races, the way he's still out of breath.

He stares at Basch, lips parted in shock as his mind tries to wrap around what had just happened. ]

Holy shit.

[bardische]

[ Something is...off. He senses it before he can really focus, eyes raking over Sylvain in concern. Dark eyes, heavy breathing, wetness showing...His grip tightens momentarily, and without realizing what he's doing, he moves from his lounge chair to Sylvain's, a hand going to the other's forehead like he's feeling for a fever.

Even as he's flushing, because he's got a creeping suspicion he knows what the cause was. ]

Are you alright?

[ And that need to cradle the other, make sure he comes down safely and softly, hasn't dispersed. ]

[philancer]

[ He needs a moment to blink at the other man, disoriented from going from one scene to another, because it had felt so vivid, so real. His body still aches with it, in fact, almost as if it had been.

Then again, with how strange the magic in this place was, maybe it had been. Somehow.

He licks bitten lips and swallows before managing a nod, searching Basch's face with eyes that are still too dark, pupils dilated and blown wide. ]

I... yes? Are you?

[philancer]

[ He's pretty sure they've both experienced that insatiable stamina from both of them on multiple occasions now.

His own cock is hard and leaking a little as Wriothesley pleasures him and he gives a sound that is somewhere between a hum and a moan as he keeps kissing the other man, pleasuring him with a matching rhythm. Wanting to ride this wave of pleasure with him. It's still lazy and unhurried and that makes it feel even better. ]

Mmm. Yeah.

[ ...He's a little distracted here, you fuck off. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch frowns, hands drifting to both stabilize the other and tuck him close, draping Sylvain's legs over his lap, entwining their bodies.

Which...he shouldn't do. Because Sylvain is going to have every right to reject him. Maybe that's why he's doing it. One last selfish caress, because gods it will hurt if the other man really does pull back. ]

I think I owe you an apology.

[eaudevamp]

[ Reign really is that obvious, isn't he? Honestly, the vampire thinks that perhaps he needs to learn to be more subtle. But it's not too bad, right? Nonetheless, he easily lets Sylvain tug him towards the door, the destination obvious. ]

Oh, that make sense. Much easier than calling in, waiting, and then finding out that you still have to take that trip. [ He responds with a sheepish smile, closing the door behind them once they step out. Hopefully there will be a next time. Because if the potion prove useful or fun to utilise, then all the more for a future repeat. And if it's allowed to be brought out of the establishment for personal usage, all the better.

Regardless, at least now they're heading there. But even as they make the short distance to the elevator, Reign is already feeling jittery from his inner urge. So, to distract himself, he asks: ] Do you know what the potion does?

[philancer]

[ Stepping into the elevator, Sylvain hits the button for the floor they need before wrapping his arms around Reign once more and smiling down at him. ]

They have several to choose from down there, actually, but the one I was thinking of is one they use in some of the darker rooms of bdsm. Something that helps mix pain and pleasure. Probably pretty useful, for those who dabble in that sort of thing, but I don't see why we can't repurpose it for this. Especially since I don't mind a few lovebites in general.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just blinks at him again, confused. ]

What? Why?

[ Normally he might have been able to follow that jump, but his brains are still a little scrambled here and he's definitely navigating this conversation slower than usual. ]

[bardische]

[ His brow creases further, heart aching as he starts to worry that he's actually overdone it. It doesn't matter that he wasn't himself. ]

I...you had the same dream? With me, and a shipwreck, and...tentacles?

[ He's so red as he says it, still cradling Sylvain, trying not to tremble at the admission. ]

I think that was my fault. I -- it's something I've fantasized about. I had no idea it would manifest anywhere outside private thoughts.

[ And...he feels like he took advantage of Sylvain. That in the dream, he wanted to take advantage. That it felt so good scares him. ]

[philancer]

[ Another slow blink. And then another.

And then, Sylvain just... gives a quiet snort of surprised laughter before giggling. ]

And just how long have you been fantasizing about this? It's been since the bathhouse, hasn't it?