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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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Comments

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gives a sleepy groan of his own as those fingers stroke over his cock, hard beneath his boxers and his hips rock into that touch automatically as he wraps his arms around the other man and draws him closer. ]

Well, that’s not going to get us to tea any faster.

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley's eyes flutter closed as he presses closer, grinding down against Sylvain's thigh. It's no surprise that the boxer was also hard.]

Do you want me to stop then? I can stop. [He won't. He was already slipping a hand into Sylvain's boxers so he can wrap fingers around the redhead's length so he can start stroking them without cloth in the way.] Tea isn't going ahhnywhere...

[philancer]

[ A husky groan as he slides his thigh between Wriothesley’s legs, pressing up against him, even as those clever fingers wrap warmly around his cock. He bucks into that touch, hardening further, even as he bends his head, lips finding Wriothesley's bare shoulder. Trails kisses along the warm flesh there. Lazy and languorous. ]

Don’t you dare.

[armwriostle]

[That makes him laugh. Of course he wasn't going to stop, but the warning is funny nonetheless. How could he stop anyways? The firm weight in his hand as he strokes the other, the sweet sounds Sylvain was making, the butterfly kisses against his skin, and the pleasure as he shamelessly humps Sylvain's leg. Pleasure rides up his spine everytime he presses his clothed cock against a muscled thigh, a soft moan escaping his lips as he ruts against the other.]

Mm, I won't. Don't worry. [He squeezes gently.] I'm rather fond of hearing you like this.

[philancer]

[ Another breathless moan as his head falls back against the pillow and his eyes flutter closed. His movements are slow, lazy and almost sluggish, but he tugs Wriothesley with him until the man is sprawled across his chest and he can drag him down for a slow, sensual kiss.

And props his knee up, so Wriothesley is now straddling his thigh more firmly. ]

The feeling is mutual, at least.

[armwriostle]

[He kisses back, a lazy slide of their lips together, shallow breaths as he rolls his hips as he does so. His erection is obvious in even his loose pants, the hardened length presses against the man's thigh as he slides up and down. It's languid in movements, taking his time with the pleasure.]

Hah...you feel good. [His hand stroking Sylvain's length is uncoordinated, the strokes uneven, but enjoying the feel of the hot, steady weight in his hand.]

[philancer]

Think that's my line.

[ It's different from their normal, this slow lazy pleasure. So often, they tend to be rougher, faster, harder. Granted, a lot of time their need is a hungrier thing than this slow simmer that flickers this morning. This is... softer.

But certainly not less, by any means.

His free hand tangles in Wriothesley's hair, carding fingers through the dark tousled hair as he lets the man grind against his thigh. His own hips buck slightly, trying to press up into the warm calloused touch teasing his length to hardness. Which Wriothesley is managing with little difficulty. ]

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley drops his head, letting it hide in the crook of Sylvain's neck. His breath, instead of coming out in puffs of warm air, was actually quite cool against Sylvain's skin. He lets out a pleased sigh as Sylvain tangles fingers into his hair, enjoying the feel of them.

He continues to rock his hips, taking his time to rub his clothed erection against Sylvain's leg as he moves, his strokes going just as languidly.] Mm, hey, what do you want to get for breakfast? [Might as well talk about their morning routine while lazily getting off, right?]

[philancer]

[ Wriothesley. You expect him to be thinking right now?

Yeah, that's not happening. ]

Food.

[ That's a completely valid answer, thanks.

But deciding fair is fair, he slides a hand inward to slip inside Wriothesley's clothes to wrap around his cock as well, stroking him with the same slow, sensual languor. ]

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley barks out laughter at that, a sound that quickly devolves into a wanton moan as Sylvain slips a hand passed the waistband of his clothes to stroke him. He happily ruts into Sylvain's hand with pleased sighs and sweet, little sounds in the back of his throat as he moves.]

Ah, very descriptive of you.

[He feels pleasure slowly build in his body. It's more like a gentle simmer than the hungry desperation he usually expects of sex. His hand slides up and down Sylvain's length as he rests his head under the man's chin.] Sweetheart.

[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. ]

[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. ]

[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. ]

[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...

[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. ]

[armwriostle]

[He laughs into the kiss. It's a little hoarse; sleep still trying to be shaken off as they continue to jerk each other off. Their lazy actions make it obvious that there's no real attempt for more than just that languid pleasure they're feeling.

It takes a few more lazy strokes before Wriothesley reaches his climax. He moans out Sylvain's name breathlessly as he spills his seed over Sylvain's hand.

He stills his hips, but his hand keeps stroking the other with jerky motions as he rides through his climax.]

[philancer]

[ The feeling of Wriothesley coming against him, spilling over his fingers, their stomachs, as they lay tangled together, has him moaning into that kiss, breathless and wanton.

And it only takes a few more strokes of the other man’s hand, his own hips rocking into that tight grip, before Sylvain is following him. Shuddering through his own orgasm with a low, breathless cry. ]

Fuck.

[armwriostle]

[He continues to stroke Sylvain through his orgasm, only slowly to a stop once the other had released every drop. He lays there basking in the afterglow or their lazy masturbation, not really wanting to move from where he's laying with Sylvain.

He sighs softly, gently nuzzling against the other.] I don't want to get up, actually.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain just rolls over, half-sprawling over where Wriothesley still lays in his bed, body still boneless and sated. Even moreso now, after an orgasm. ]

Good. Because we’re not.

[armwriostle]

[Well, guess he truly isn't getting out of this bed now that the redhead decided that he was something to sleep on. He laughs in response, letting his eyes flutter closed.] How about we try for brunch then?

[They will likely miss brunch hours, but that's besides the point.]