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25 / male / yes / 7♦️
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
Campaigner: ENFP-A
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But finally, finally, he's buried to the hilt, Sylvain's body tight and clenching and shuddering around every thick inch of it, but by now, Sylvain is all but sobbing with his need. Fingers clinging to Basch's shoulders, the nails biting into his flesh as he grips him, trembling and shuddering. His cock is achingly hard, leaking against his stomach, and the need to move is blinding.
He's long since fallen into choked pleas and broken off begging, unable to drag in a full lungful of air. And even then, each delicious and broken noise Basch drags from his lips is occasionally lost into his own mouth, swallowed up by his hungry kisses.
When the hands finally release their grip on his hips, granting him freedom to move, for a moment, he stutters, as if he's forgotten what to do with that. but his body knows, his need taking over barely a heartbeat later, and then he's lifting up and rocking back down sharply, drawing up only to take him to the hilt once more with a sharp thrust of his hips that all but punches the breath from his lungs.
And should Basch let him, the pace he'd fall into would be just shy of frenzied, sharp and deep and needy, trying to take all of him he can, even as he keens and pleads for more. ]
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The pace is incredible. Basch follows his own body's lead, keeping them both stable, roving his fingers and mouth over Sylvain, but mostly breathlessly keening back at how good the other feels and how triumphant he is at having gotten Sylvain to take what he wants. He whispers a string of praises between kisses, his hips rocking up to meet Sylvain's movements, occasionally tugging on the chain or slapping ass, but it Sylvain needs no encouragement.
Basch had had every intention of fucking Sylvain, but instead he's the one being fucked, and he is absolutely helpless to how attractive it is. He feels his orgasm building and pulls Sylvain tighter to him, yanking up his own shirt so he can feel that hot cock against his stomach, rasping the other's name and breathless encouragement.
He comes hard, dizziness shuddering through him. He clenches Sylvain with his whole body as he does, crying out against his mouth. He hasn't wanted anyone this much in so long, and feeling the full force of want Sylvain carries -- he will have eyes for no one else for a very long time. He's just as trapped by this arrangement as his pet, and he has absolutely no qualms with that. ]
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Basch's cock buried so deep, splitting him open each time he drops down on him. His own body, shuddering at the stimulation each time he grinds down against his prostate - keens and chases that feeling even more until he's panting, gasping for air.
Each of those touches, kisses, praises - no matter how soft or sensual or sharp - each one builds off the other until it feels as if every nerve hums with sensation. And when he feels Basch press up deeply into him and spill into him, his cock pulsing hotly against the tight clench of Sylvain's body, his own cock throbs with envy as he grinds down, shuddering, greedily taking every drop.
But some part of him teeters there on the cliff's edge., cock pulsing against the ring binding him, body primed for pleasure but unable to grasp it. he's so close, but something in him is held back and he keens and whines, shuddering as he rocks, desperate. ]
Please, please, Master, please...! [ he gasps out, the words a strained, breathless chant. ]
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[ and shelter him, and continue to bask in awe at how incredible this man is, and how hungry and beautiful he is. It’s clear no one has taken care of him, not in the ways that matter. Basch will fix that. And gods he’ll be weak to it. Dizziness still cascades through him, his limbs tired and languid. He can only imagine how drained Sylvain will be tomorrow, and he relishes it. ]
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He drags in ragged gasps of air, the sound loud in his ears as his pulse pounds deafeningly. He's trembling from the force of it, the intensity of it, and it's all he can do to cling to Basch to keep himself anchored in the here and now.
His mind is blissfully blank and empty, his body heavy and sated in a way he's never felt. Contented, almost, which is something he's not sure he's known before just now. Whimpering softly as muscles twitch with the aftershocks of pleasure, he curls in as close as he can manage, soaking up the warmth of Basch against him. Needing it.
He hasn't even realized how his mind is already coming to equate the man with safety, with pleasure, with want. ]
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How beautiful and glorious he will be, when these games aren't needed, when he realizes how strong and safe he is. Even if Basch intends to have convinced him by then to stay, freely.
Eventually, as he softens, he'll shift to pull out, but he'll keep Sylvain held close long after. ]
Whatever you want tonight, it's yours [ he murmurs. ] I will see you home and to bed safely, so exhaust your desires and fantasies.
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...Or from the magic shifting and changing and dropping around them, until he becomes aware of where they are. The fact that they're both naked and he's definitely made a mess all over Basch's stomach. Not that that's surprising, because that may have been one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced.
It rushes back - the VR room, their continued exploration of this fantasy story that had dropped on them almost accidentally the first time, but now?
It was unearthing and exploring things he would have never imagined. For both of them, he suspects.
But he's grinning, pressing a soft kiss to his lover's throat in a move that is all him and far less his more stubborn illusion counterpoint. ]
Maybe when I can feel my face again.
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He doesn't get a chance to begin to spiral, because Sylvain is warm and heavy in his arms, and that soft affectionate kiss is so familiar to his body that it overrides his mind. That and the width of Sylvain's grin.
He nestles against the other protectively, drawing in deep, grounding breaths. ]
I take it that's not a point of concern?
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[ He doesn’t. In fact there’s a soft chuckle in his voice as his arms tighten around his lover.
Feeling those deep breaths, though, he picks his head up so he can search Basch's face. A hand comes up, cupping warmly against his cheek as he tries to decipher his expression and what he’s feeling right now. ]
Alright, love?
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You must stop asking me that when I’m concerned for you. That was still all good then? Even with the coercion?
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I’m not sure it actually counts as coercion when I was absolutely 100% into this before we even started. That’s why it’s a fantasy, love. [ Although he still expects Basch to worry, to fret over what they do as he comes to terms with it. Understandable. He had his own urges to deal with. Potentially considerably darker than what he’s used to, too. ]
I’m allowed to be concerned back, you know. Mostly because I could hear your brain starting to overheat. Yes, love. It was very, very good.
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Does it not cause you any struggle, what you want there, not knowing what we know here?
[ It's timid, earnest. That's the part he's still struggling with. But Sylvain reads hi so well, reassuring him where he needs, and he sighs, holding the other closer. ]
I don't understand what I did to deserve you. It -- was very, very good for me as well. [ oh he's red at that, the waves of shame barreling through him. But, maybe it's good, to talk through that. ] I like being right about what you'd like. I liked you surrendering. Especially because you'd resisted it.
[ That was what scared him. ]
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[ Which, in his mind, makes it a moot issue. But he slides his hand along Basch's shoulder, comforting and soothing. ]
I'm afraid your roguish self got what feels like a much younger and more naive version of me, than the one you're used to. At the very least, a much more stubborn version who's not so quick to trust or open up. So I'm sorry for the challenging predicament that's putting you in, but I have no regrets about the end results.
[ He can practically feel the heat that flushes through Basch, can feel the slight tension in him at that confession. He can guess at the shame and uncertainty there. It's what has his hands coming back up to cup at either side of his face, holding his gaze seriously. ]
Love, all of this is just more proof of how much you deserve me. [ Or better than him, really, but that's not going to get his point across here. ] From the very start, you've seen me. Seen past the bluffs, the masks. You truly wanted to see me. You... you have no idea how novel that is for me. Even in the illusion, you were not put off by my anger, by my prickly defense. If you had truly crossed any lines there, the scenario would have activated my safe word - that it did not should reassure you enough about how I felt about all of it.
Surrender... is not something I give easily. Or to just about anyone. You're one of the very few people, in all my life, that it always feels safe to do so with. [ A pause, before he shoots him a crooked grin. ] Even when I can't remember how much I love you, and let fear and my instinctive defenses try to keep you out.
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I’m sorry you had to live like that, but admittedly, it warms me provide some comfort and security to the part of you who was that scared and alone.
[ It’s still jarring, saying he’s providing comfort when he magically coerced a prisoner to want him. But Sylvain keeps talking and he presses his lips together, listening and nodding.
And his eyes grow wet hearing what it means to Sylvain, mixed with the relief that what he is in there — what he might be somewhere in himself — is still providing comfort and safe harbor, not damage.
And then Sylvain says those words, so casually and comfortably. Basch’s lips part, eyes widening slightly, mind overwhelmed with how much he’s trying to process.
He shakes his head, pulling Sylvain close again, kissing him tenderly on the head, the throat, the mouth. Reverent. Content. ]
Even…even in that scenario I want to protect you and destroy whoever has hurt you. I want to control you, but only to get that mind to shut off. I — I’m already in love with you there. Just like I was here, so quickly I didn’t realize.
[ its so much deeper now that it almost feels silly to use the same word, but it’s the same feeling. The seed of an emotion necessary for it to grow from sprout to the deep roots and ever growing branches they now have. ]
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I know you do. Which is why I'm not afraid of it. I didn't even know I could turn my brain off like that. I tried everything, back in the day. Every vice, every trick, every substance. I could sometimes drink myself to that point but the hangover the next day rarely made it worth it.
And here you are, able to take me there with soft words and warm touches and incredible orgasms. This is definitely the better end of the deal.
[ Another kiss, pressed to the little hollow just under Basch's ear. ] I think it says something, that no matter the illusion or fantasy, no matter the challenge of it, we still find ourselves right back here. Like this.
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I thought it must have been a fluke, us getting together. Some miraculous ordering of events that couldn’t be replicated. Because — I spent so many years sure I was not meant for love. Not even for sustained lust really. That something beyond my understanding was fundamentally wrong, and anyone giving me affection was either mistaken or doing it out of charity. And that was alright. I had my duty and I cared about helping. I had beds to warm. I was … I was likely to die besides, and if I didn’t, then I would worry about domestic issues when I had a domicile to worry about.
But … this. This is what I’d always wanted, even if I didn’t know the details. That it’s replicable, that it’s always you… [ He squeezes Sylvain tightly, another tear joining the first, his voice strained. He’s not sure where he’s going. He just… ] I love you feels insufficient, but gods Sylvain, I love you. Somehow more every passing month.
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[ His voice is soft and hoarse, but he knows Basch will hear him. he always hears him. His own arms tighten around the other man when he hears that emotion choke him up. Those softly murmured confessions. The ones that resonate with him so deeply, he aches with it.
How long had he spent thinking the exact same thing? That something in him was... broken. Wrong. Because he could never be more than a tool to those around him. An object to be manipulated or maneuvered, or just used to further their own ends. His wants or needs had never been important, just an inconsequential annoyance at best. And he'd resented everyone for it, even as he played their games with a sharp smile and quick wit. A forced shallow carelessness he wrapped around himself like a shield, so it would stop hurting so damn much whenever he accidentally exposed a vulnerability and immediately had it turned around against him.
Basch... Basch was everything he'd never let himself want, because wanting was too dangerous and Basch... he was the most dangerous weapon to Sylvain he could possibly imagine. But there was no one wielding him here, no one aiming him at Sylvain's weaknesses. And Basch himself would never turn a sharp edge to him - he'd proven that time and time again. ]
I know. [ He whispers the words again, because they're truer than Basch knows. he understands, and what's even more shocking, he knows Basch understands him.
There were no words to encompass that. ]
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I’m wildly proud of you, you know [ he murmurs, soaking in the warmth and softness of their skin pressed together, knowing it doesn’t matter when or where they are. This is safe. This is good. ] That after everything you’ve been through, you’re still willing to let yourself be loved. Here. There. Any time it’s presented, you turn toward it. That’s all you, brave heart.
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[ he corrects him softly but firmly, splaying his fingers over the man’s heart. Feeling it beat beneath his palm. ]
You’re the one that’s made all the difference. You made it safe to reach for.
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Instead, his hand comes to fold over the other’s, nodding slowly, taking steadying breaths. ]
You turn towards me [ He repeats in a whisper, like it’s some illicit secret, like he’s taking space he shouldn’t. But at least this time he’s aware that’s another life talking. What matters is what Sylvain thinks is true, and it’s so clear he believes this.
Basch finds his lips again, tender and sweet. ] and I’m proud of you, and grateful for your trust, love.
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He debates on asking, debates on whether this is a moment he should push on it, but after a breath, he lets it go. Little steps at a time, he thinks, and they’ve already taken big ones today. Several, in fact, and he knows the strain that in itself can cause.
So he just kisses him back and stays wrapped around him, limbs tangled and body pressed close. ]
You’ve more than earned it. I still don’t know what I did to deserve yours in turn, but I’m grateful for it all the same.
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It doesn't matter if you never understand; it's still yours [ he murmurs. ] Let's get dressed and go eat, and then I want you back in my bed to rest.
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That sounds like the perfect way to end the night.