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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.

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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

ENERGY79%
Extraverted
MIND55%
Intuitive
NATURE61%
Feeling
TACTICS61%
Prospecting
IDENTITY61%
Assertive

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[ he jolts a little at Basch’s voice so close, having forgotten himself for long moments as he stared about the room, drawn into one scene after another, his gaze never able to settle in one place for too long before movement drew him on, elsewhere.

His eyes are still dazed and dark, lips parted as he wets them with the tip of his tongue, his breathing coming in soft, ragged pants now as he flushes. Tries to look away, but fails. Everywhere he looks, there’s another scene that somehow draws him in. Makes him squirm. Awakens hunger and curiosity as his body starts to crave what he sees. The touches, the mouths, the pleasure.

he shakes his head, but its impossible to tell if that’s in response to finding a favorite or Basch’s offer. Although the way his gaze continues to flit from one decadent scene to another, he hasn’t found any one sight to hold him, being too caught up in all of it.

The pet, bound and bent as he’s filled from behind and before, two lovers filling him from either end as they take their pleasure from his eager, hungry body. Another, on her knees, her master’s fingers latched tightly in her long hair as he moves her mouth around his cock, fucking deep into her mouth but the movements doing little to muffle the moans that Sylvain can hear from here. Another, bouncing on his master’s cock, another, a pair of pets latched onto their Mistress’ breasts as she reclines and plays between their legs.

All of it is acts so scandalous and debaucherous that most Faerghan sensibilities would have swooned in a pile of petticoats by now. He hadn’t, but he was visibly flushed red.

And his cock was growing harder by the minute, the visible evidence of his arousal impossible to ignore now. ]

[ Basch is not immune, not to the familiar scented air, and not to his own fantasies as he follows Sylvain's gaze here and there, own pupils dark and cock hardening at the welcome thoughts of he and Sylvain -- and maybe a third -- enacting these scenarios. He'd be happy with near anything, the real allure being that Sylvain suggest it. Ask for it. Trust him with it. Simply having him in his lap and stroking him would be pleasing enough, though he would like to make use of that chain.

He does remember, though, his own hesitance in his early days here. It's important not to rush. Still, a glance at Sylvain's very clearly hardening cock has a grin on his face, and when the other is clearly unable to respond or to look away, Basch resists the temptation to touch him, instead reclining his own head languidly and drawing his hand down and up the bulge of his own cock, sighing audibly, seeing if he can pull Sylvain's attention. ]

[ The sigh does, indeed, yank his attention away, drawing his gaze back to the man beside him. And then stuttering to a stop in shock as he watches the trail of that hand moving down, lower. Tracing over the visible outline of his arousal beneath those tight pants.

He swallows, his mouth gone dry, and his body clenches in remembrance, the feeling of that cock pushing into him, stretching him open around it. How Basch had drawn out every moment, every sensation. And even now, he can feel his cock jolt against the grip of the ring binding it, the warm metal pressing against that vein that pulsed with his need.

His breath hitches, the sound almost a whimper, and now he can’t seem to drag his eyes away from this scene. ]

[ Now he meets Sylvain's gaze, hungry and wanting, a slow smile on his lips. He sees tat swallow, the wideness of those eyes, the lock of that gaze. ]

Say the word and I'll give you anything you wish tonight, pet. And if you only want to watch, then I'll find someone else to put on my cock.

[ The sudden surge of jealousy, of possessiveness, takes him completely by surprise. Especially because he has no idea where it comes from - or why. He doesn’t want the man’s cock - or so he’s busy telling himself - but that doesn’t stop his jaw from clenching or his fingers curling into fists atop his lap at the thought of anyone else coming near right now.

Watching or not, he felt like he might be driven to violence if anyone else so much as looked at Basch’s cock right now. ]

[ he once again smothers a laugh, though this one is more in delight than humor. He sees the flash of something darker on Sylvain’s face, the way his hands clench. That isn’t the perfumed air; it’s entirely his pet’s feelings, just given room to breathe. Their attraction to one another is real and it’s a deeply rewarding game to tease it out.

He turns his gaze away, picking some couple at random, and unfastens his trousers, freeing his cock so Sylvain has a better view. As he touches his length, he lets out a low, wonton moan. ]

[ His breath hitches when Basch pulls his cock out, already fully erect. It definitely sounds more like a whimper this time.

He might have been more upset that Basch’s eyes were on some random couple rather than on Sylvain - that surge of jealousy wasn’t dimming just yet - but honestly his gaze was far too riveted on the motion of Basch’s fingers as he gives his cock a slow, teasing stroke.

Goddess. He wanted to feel those fingers around his own cock again. ]

[ That whimper is beautiful, and tells Basch he will be getting to have Sylvain tonight. That makes his grin widen, even as his hand languidly strokes back down his length, aware Sylvain's attention is now fixed there. ]

Shall I leave you here while I go get warmed up for the evening?

[ That question is enough to jolt him back to reality as he finally tears his gaze away from Basch’s cock to his smirking lips instead.

Except it’s a twinge of fear mingled with that possessiveness now. ]

I thought you said I was supposed to stay close.

[ he throws that out like an accusation, trying to sound defiant about it, but he really didn’t like the idea of Basch leaving him here while he sought his pleasure elsewhere.

Even if Sylvain didn’t want that for himself. Although that’s getting a little foggier in the heat of the club’s interior, that faint spicy scent teasing his senses. ]

[ Basch shrugs, nodding lazily, hand still slowly tracing his cock. He lets out a small, sighing want of a sound, just to tease a little further, show how close he is to standing. ]

Out there is more dangerous. Here, people will ask. But they will ask. You are tantalizing.

[ He watches Sylvain's face at the compliment. Has the other remembered he likes Basch's attention, or not yet? ]

Of course you can always come with me and watch.

[ The struggle is writ visibly on his face for a moment but his stubbornness is still stronger than his need to cave - despite that it’s wavering more and more by the moment. ]

I don’t want to watch.

[ As denials go, that wasn’t really convincing. And more petulant than anything else. It was also a lie - he had clearly been fine watching everyone a moment before - or even watching now, eyes still latched onto the movement of Basch’s hand wrapped around his cock. But also, with the way he still squirmed, it was clear that ‘watching’ wasn’t going to keep him occupied for long. ]

[ This time he lets his gaze fall clear on Sylvain, a pointed study from his face, down his front to that hardened cock, and back up. Because he hears the strain and the whine in the response, still stroking himself. He tilts his head slightly, a warm hunger there. ]

What do you want, pet?

[ It feels like that heat only grows under the weight of Basch’s gaze and he finds himself squirming restlessly again. That heat under his skin is growing, too, and some part of him already wants to give in and ask for more.

But that stubbornness, despite cracking from the heat, hasn’t caved yet. And he doesn’t even know what’s safe to ask for. Not yet, especially not here. Nothing was as it seemed, as he’d expected it to be. he thought going out would give him opportunities, a way of escape.

Instead, he was dressed in a way that showed off everything he wished to keep out of sight. His refusal of the leash had only put him a more precarious position. And anyone he might have asked for help had turned out to be an even bigger threat than the man who now owned him.

It felt like every choice he made just dug him deeper and deeper into this hole and nothing made sense anymore.

Especially when his own body kept craving the very last things he should want, with a growing hunger that was getting harder and harder to ignore. ]

I don’t want anything.

[ That was definitely a lie. And a petulant one, at that. ]

[ Basch's gaze again openly trails to Sylvain's hardening cock and shifting seat. His smirk is wider. ]

That would seem to be a lie.

[ He sighs, though, rising from their seat, hand still lazily on his own cock. If he stays here much longer, he's going to break his own rule and touch Sylvain first. ]

But you are entitled to deny yourself. I, however, will not be.

[ He turns toward the room, eyes searching, and nods at another pair, the pet on his knees at the owner's entrance, one hand on her breast. Teasing a man the way he's sure Sylvain wants to be feels like an effective way to put even more ideas in the man's head. ]

[ He jolts in surprise when Basch stands, watching the man gaze about the room before he settles on... something. Following the direction of his gaze, Sylvain spots the pair, the pet eagerly on his knees as he pleasures his mistress. Though he can’t hear the moans from here, he watches as her mouth opens to utter her pleasure, encourage her pet lapping at her with an eager tongue.

It has his eyes widening, a pulse of heat deep within him throbbing as he imagined his own mouth around Basch’s cock this time. Different from what they’d done before, but something in him suddenly craved it with such a fierceness he was dizzy with it.

Jumping to his feet, he staggers in his haste to stop Basch from leaving and ends up all but tripping into his back again, fingers coming to clutch at his shirt to keep him from moving away any further. ]

[ There's genuine surprise in his face when Sylvain crashes into his back. But the tug against his shirt is clear enough.

He turns back around, dislodging Sylvain's grip only so one hand can catch his waist and the other can cradle under his chin, hunger and softness both blooming on his face. He sees the want there, the fear and the hunger and, dare he say it, the budding of trust. ]

I won't leave if you don't want me to, pet. Not ever. [ His voice is low, soothing even. But he is aroused, and he can't help letting the hand at Sylvain's jaw trace down his neck and chest, tweaking the chain at his nipples. ]

[ his breath catches when Basch turns and draws him in, flush against him. HIs skin had been warm before, itching to be touched, but it flames up now at the answering heat of Basch’s body as he’s caught against him, that arm an anchor about his waist.

And then his other hand is sliding over Sylvain’s skin, from his jaw down over his throat and chest, only to pause and tug at the chain dangling from his piercings. The jolt of sharp sensation is enough to have his body arcing closer, pressed into Basch as his breath escapes him in a whimper. Eyes going dark and dilated at the sharp pleasure of that tug. The feeling of Basch pressed along the line of his body.

It wasn’t enough, and suddenly that stubbornness that left him aching didn’t feel worth the cost, either. Still, his voice comes out as only a breathy whimper as he surrenders to it. ]

Please…

[ He does his best not to moan openly, but this stubborn man clinging against him is enough to make him weak. The hand on his waist slides farther back, pressing them together. With how little Sylvain has on, it's likely he can feel the heat of Basch's cock against some of his skin.

He's so flushed, and so beautiful. It doesn't matter that he's the larger man; right now he's entirely curled in Basch's arms, surrendered to his steering and that's something he takes seriously. ]

I'm yours whenever you ask [ he murmurs, sliding his finger across the chain, listening to those lovely reactions. ] Do you want to give or receive?

I… I don’t…

[ He’s still very bad at voicing things like that. Or even making such decisions. He’s not far enough in just yet that thinking about such things won’t make him start to panic all over again.

Especially when Basch’s fingers are still teasing him, keeping him distracted, making it difficult to think. But part of him doesn’t want to think, either. ]

[ Ah. Basch finally understands his mistake, and where they keep getting stuck. He feels a bit foolish for overlooking it before, but no matter. He can correct. ]

How about you tell me to stop if something is too much? I will not press or question; that is always your choice.

[ He tugs lightly on the chain again, other hand still on Sylvain's wait, both bringing the other man closer so he can kiss hungrily against his mouth. Still, he remains vigilant for any sign this actually isn't welcome. ]

[ His breath hitches when those hands tug on the chain again, drawing him in closer. The jolt of sensation is enough to have him shuddering, his cock jerking against Basch’s hip as he’s drawn in and pressed flush against him.

And then the man’s mouth is on his and anything he might have responded is lost as he arches into the heat he offers. Lips parted and mouth hungry as he leans int that kiss, moan muffled against Basch’s lips as his fingers curl in the front of the man’s shirt now, clinging to him. ]

[ Basch groans in satisfaction as Sylvain's cock crushes agains him, the rest of his body following suit.

And again when the other kisses back so hungrily. Words aren't going to be the way they operate, then; that's fine. Basch is learning too. Being clung to like this, desperately kissed...he's going to get addicted. He's going to love prying this closed-off man open and then spoiling him rotten. And teasing him all the while.

What that does mean, though, is Basch is fully leading. Sylvain has made that clear by his inability to answer.

So, as he kisses the other, tongue pressing demandingly into mouth and teeth scraping lips -- he slowly turns them back to the bench, until he can lower himself back down. ]

You're going to be a good pet tonight then [ he murmurs between kisses, pulling the chain harder as his hand roves up the other's back. ] And please me with your mouth, and then when you're good an hot and dying for release, you'll sit in my lap and let me take care of you.

[ He's judging, too, if Sylvain is relaxed enough yet for this. ]

[ The kiss had been enough to prompt that simmering flame within him igniting into an inferno that was going to quickly rage out of control, the more Basch fanned the flames. The hard, demanding kiss has him going all but boneless against him as fingers stay curled in his shirt, his head spinning.

When Basch sinks back down to the bench, Sylvain would have followed him even without the tug to the chain dangling from his piercings - he didn’t want to give up the taste of Basch’s mouth yet. Although that sharp pull draws a cry from his reddening lips, breath coming in harsher pants now.

Basch’s words send a flush of heat surging through him, arousal mixed with that lingering hint of shame as his will crumbles completely. Because he craved that, even if he absolutely shouldn’t. It has him dropping to his knees in front of the other man - partially in response to that sharp tug and partially because… he was just that damn eager to do exactly what Basch described.

Relaxed wasn’t the right word just yet, but he was certainly hungry for what the man described. ]

[ Oh Sylvain was very gone, much more so than Basch had realized. He chuckles approvingly, stroking through the other's hair as he so eagerly sinks to his knees, skin flushed and sound sharp and wanting. ]

You fight so hard, little one. Isn't giving in sweeter, when there's always a prize waiting for you?

[ He doesn't expect an answer, but it's part of the slow shift he's aiming for. Even so, he spreads his legs wider so Sylvain can position more effectively, arching his pelvis forward to gently brush the head of his cock against the other's lips. ]

Gods I am weak to see myself in that pretty mouth of yours. I suspect it's talented in more ways than you've already shown me. And wearing what you thought I'd find attractive? Truly I am spoiled tonight.

[ Apparently, he’s easily distracted with kisses. Especially when arousal and need had already been throbbing in his veins, just waiting to be lured out, to be set free to take over completely. His eyes are dark and just a little bit dazed, but as Basch rocks his hips forward, bringing his cock closer to his lips, they part on instinct, as if he know exactly what to do.

Maybe he does. That’s all cloudy at the moment. Distant and unimportant. What’s more important is that growing need to taste him, to feel him press into his mouth. To drown out his thoughts once more, because giving in last time had been sweeter, but Basch didn’t have his stubbornness nearly so tamed yet.

So he doesn’t answer - doesn’t even pay the words themselves all that much attention just now. The tone of Basch’s voice in his ears is all the encouragement he needs as he leans forward to lap at the head of Basch’s cock with an eager tongue, tasting the salt on his skin and moaning wantonly with want for more. ]

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