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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's trembling, by the time Basch takes all of him. Body humming with need and pleasure and the lingering warmth and need of the night before. The magical effects have faded - somewhat - but the impressions they'd left behind have taken their hold. Sunk deeper into his awareness. His reality, now.

It had been emphasized and worked deep with every hour that had ticked past the night before. And perhaps pressed even deeper by an awareness outside of this current scene, always conscious of Basch's own uncertainties about some of this.

But it means, as that pleasure slowly rouses him this morning, it's got him slowly stirring awake still lost in that pleasurable heat, the lazy want. Body pliant and yet eager. The resistance and stubbornness still tamped down beneath a blanket of almost eager need. The ache to be touched, to be doted on, to have that hungry attention focused fully on him.

Even as his mind remains shrouded in thick fog as he shifts, dark lashes fluttering open over a sleepy, unfocused gaze, his body is more than responding, taking control for the moment. Not letting his thoughts start casting doubt or second-guessing what he's doing. What he's feeling. What he wants.

It's what lets clumsy fingers tangle needily in Basch's hair as he moans, breathless, and rock his hips up to press deeper into that delicious wet heat, cock twitching against the slide of Basch's tongue. The squeeze of his throat around his length.

The last thing he vaguely remembers from the night before, before everything went hazy with exhaustion and pleasure, was spilling as he clenched around Basch's cock, only one of many orgasms that he'd lost track of as the night wore on. So it didn't even seem all that strange to be waking up ensnared just as deeply as he'd been. ]

[ That was the riskiest part of all this, the part Basch had wavered on. That the magic would meld with Sylvain's feelings in a way that would be hard to untangle. But it was the tool he had, and the alternative was worse. Besides, was it so bad to be forced to relax, to enjoy? Some people couldn't get there on their own.

And this was clear bliss for the both of them. He hums low and wanting as Sylvain gentle pulses against his mouth, sending the vibration against his shaft. Bobs his head and strokes warm skin, sucking as he listens for hitching breath, feels for movement to become more stuttered. He basks in the growing knowledge of Sylvain's body and tells, in knowing he's the only one who lays hands on him.

That moan is beautiful, and Basch leans into the touch at his hair. Good boy.

He breathes heavy through his nose, pace persistent and sensual. A slew of things he wants to say flow through his mind, but maybe this is better. More real.

He moans again, grip tightening on Sylvain's hip, and he shifts himself so he can languidly rock against the other's thigh, letting him know just how much Basch is enjoying this too. His jaw begins to ache, but he doesn't care; he isn't relinquishing the other til he's spent. ]

[ He can't think. But to be fair, he's not really trying to think very hard. Not when this feels so good, when the heat washes through him in waves. He's waking up in increments, if only because his body is coming alive with stimulation, with need, and he's carried along on the rising waves.

His hips rock in a stuttered rhythm, no real pace or focus to them. He's just chasing the pleasure, the vibration of Basch's heated mouth around his length making him moan. He's shuddering, his cock twitching against the slide of the man's tongue as he presses up into him, fingers gripping with needy desperation.

The moans and whimpers that slip free are incoherent and formless, a wordless plea for more as his head tosses on the pillow, throat working around a choked gasp. ]

[ He channels the myriad of sweet, dirty things he wants to say into a steady stream of low moans and hums. Sylvain twitches against him and it’s all the encouragement he needs, bobbing and sucking and reveling in the hand in his hair.

And reveling in Sylvain’s large, rigid cock. Pleasing him this way is not the easiest, not with the strain on his jaw or the choking sensation in his throat. Basch only feels pride at taking the challenge, another way he can care for this man where others would fail.

Mouth still working, he cups Sylvain’s sack, his hair tumbling over both of them, his own cock now rigid and wanting.

This is perfect. ]

[ He was already halfway gone before Basch had even woken him, but now it doesn't take long at all before the sensations become too much and he gives a strained cry. Cock pulsing hotly in the tight heat of Basch's mouth, he spills with a whimpered cry that might be Basch's name on his tongue. His body shuddering from the overwhelming intensity of it, he can only slump back to the pillows, dazed and groggy, eyes dark and unfocused as he gasps for air.

He looks the utter picture of debauchery, flushed and sated against the dark sheets as his body trembles in the aftershocks of pleasure, too dazed to even know if he's awake or still dreaming right now. ]

[ It's so gratifyingly easy to get him to come. Basch takes all of him, swallowing hard and working him through his orgasm, moaning generously.

And when he pulls back, lips red and spit and come on his chin, he whispers curse and prayer tied up together, raking in the beautiful site of Sylvain debauched and sated and comfortable.

He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, the only pause before he sidles up, palms working slow and rhythmic up the other's thighs, his stomach and ribs. A cherishing, awed sort of exploration, slow and quietly possessive. ]

Waters and winds, you are a sight my pet. Precious and beautiful and so, so worthy. [ He's not even really aware of the nonsense spilling out of his mouth, even if every word of it is true. ]

[ His breath hitches softly at the praise, something in him already coming to crave those soft words of affection. And there's a visible flush along his skin in reaction. He licks dry lips, dazed eyes locked on Basch as he slides up his body, muscles still quivering and trembling beneath the caress of the man's hands.

He opens his mouth, but can think of absolutely nothing to say. Between being groggy and then having his mind blown with an orgasm first thing, his thoughts aren't exactly working just yet.

That and he feels a little hungover from the night before. not from alochol, but maybe the magic. Or the orgasms. Or all of it rolled into one. It had been intense and overwhelming and utterly consuming and in the aftermath, he still feels wrapped up in thick sated heat.

Everything feels a little more... subdued today. His fears and distrust and anger still a distant thing, pushed to the back of his mind while his body was still very much wanting to be wrapped up around this man who held him and praised him and gave him pleasure like nothing else before.

Some part of him wasn't in any hurry to really start thinking again. This was a much better dream than his nightmares normally allowed. ]

[ Their eyes meet, and Basch nearly whimpers. He manages to turn it into a moan, palsm warm and flat against the other. But seeing that trust, that want, knowing the other is conscious - if not entirely himself -- is a high he wasn't expecting today.

He makes his way all the way up the other, wrapping around him and pulling them both to their sides. Basch's erection is still hot against the other, but he has no intention of doing anything about it, instead savoring being able to kiss Sylvain slowly, tenderly, hands still moving slow, legs tangling together. Now that he doesn't have to overwhelm the other to stoke his desire, he can savor him.

He can savor how much he wants this himself, too.

Is he a terrible person, wanting a man he's coerced? Probably. But...it wouldn't have worked if the other's want hadn't been there. And his only intention past stoking that want was to take care of the other for as long as he could. ]

[ Sylvain gives a soft whimper when the man wraps around him, pulls him close. He buries his face against Basch's throat, still feeling a little overwhelmed, but that all seems to fade away each time he lets himself be wrapped up in this man who's come to own him.

A day ago, this would have terrified him. A day ago, he hadn't seen what the rest of this place was like. Hadn't seen that in his own way, Basch was a safe space. A protector, albeit an unconventional one.

Sylvain knew why he'd landed on that stage initially, sent to be sold to the highest bidder. After last night? He was all too aware of how his fate could have been so much worse.

As Basch presses against him, their legs tangled together, he feels the press of the man's cock against his hip and he can't help but squirm a little in remembrance. At how good it had felt to have Basch buried so deep inside him. How much pleasure they'd shared, whether Sylvain had been riding him, or sucking him of, or any of the other positions they'd thoroughly explored the night before.

He's still a little sore from it, his body very aware of just how much they'd done the night before, but that doesn't mean there's not still a spark of hunger, in an insatiable want for more, waking up just as surely as Basch had roused the rest of him. ]

[ Basch is, by contrast, very aware of how sore Sylvain likely is. And while he's glad the other can relish that soreness today, he is not going to push it. Today is for comfort and sweetness. So when he feels the other rock lightly against him, he sighs, stroking the other's hair back. ]

I love how eager you are, but today you rest. If you can't resist me, then I'll yield and ride you. [ He kisses the other again, tender, slow. ] But not until you've eaten. Do you want to lie in the bed or the bath while I get that set up?

[ He's already so soft for this man. Honestly, was when he decided to buy him. To make sure he'd be the one to buy him, days and weeks before the sale, before the kidnapping took place. He can sense some of the change, but if he knew how much Sylvain already was adjusting his view of the pirate, recognizing the way he was protecting best he could -- he'd be touched, but rattled too. This wasn't a life where people looked for sweetness. Maybe that was why he was so thrilled to be able to give it. ]

[ There's a momentary pout he doesn't even realize he makes, at being denied Basch's cock, but at those options, he groans and rolls back over to bury his face in the pillow.

He probably should opt for the bath - he's still sticky and this morning's exertions have only made him more aware of the fact. But at the moment? He's too comfortable to want to move yet. ]

Don' wanna get up. [ he mumbles into the pillow instead, wrapping his arms around it like Basch might try and drag him away. ]

[ He chuckles, sliding a hand over Sylvain's warm shoulders and kissing his hair. ]

You don't have to. I'll be back.

[ He slips away, pulling on a loose pair of flowing pants to wander down to the kitchen. He has a small staff, but he had already told them to take today off. Now, he gets to work making breakfast, which he situates on a tray.

When he returns, it's with tea and coffee and eggs and sausage thick sweet bread and jam and fruit. Some part of him is worried he'll find the room empty or barred against him, but Sylvain is in the exact position he left him.

He positions the tray on the bed, far enough neither will kick it, then lays a hand on Sylvain's shoulder, shaking gently. ]

Are you hungry, sweet?

[ Barring the door hadn’t even occurred to him, and he wouldn’t have, even if it had. No, not when he was still definitely in the midst of some pleasure-fueled euphoria high right now.

That, and he would have had to get out of bed and that still ddn’t sound the least bit appealing to him.

He does groan when Basch rouses him again, since he had managed to doze back off once more, but he stretches lazily, not bothering to hide a yawn as he rolls over onto his side to peer up at the man sleepily.

And then blinks at the sight of the large tray of food. ]

…You brought me breakfast?

[ He's simultaneously pleased as a couerl who caught its dinner and savagely angry that Sylvain is so suprised and delighted that someone would do this for him. ]

I made you breakfast [ he agrees. ] So if it isn't as fine as the cook's usual offerings, don't take it up with her.

[ It's a warm tease though. He knows this meal is not lacking. He does take the opportunity to reach out and smooth Sylvain's hair back though, savoring these quieter touches. ]

And a bath after, I think.

[ Still hazy with sleep and pleasure, body languorous and sated, he can’t help but lean into that touch, still not thinking much about any of this. Beyond the surprise tat Basch would do this.

And then pausing to blink again, as something else occurred to him. ]

…Shouldn’t I have done that for you?

[ He finally voices, sounding a little uncertain. They hadn’t really gone over anything Sylvain was supposed to be doing here, beyond what had seemed to be the obvious purpose in this place. Which had been mortifying enough before he wrapped his head around it. Was still wrapping his head around. ]

[ His brow furrows, hold tightening as he searches Sylvain's face. ]

You aren't my slave [ he says somewhat sharply. Well...fuck. ]

Not like that. The arrangement here is...different than outsiders expect. You are mine, but I am obligated to care for you, or the agreement would be void. [ That...didn't include breakfast in bed. It meant anyone truly abusing their pets was not allowed to possess them. But he realizes that makes it sound like he didn't want to do this so much as had to. He shakes his head. ]

I want to see you happy and relaxed. I want you to trust me. This place is strange, I know, but it is meant to be release, not punishment, and not servitude. Not like that, unless it's something you get heat from.

[ Now he just looks a little confused. Maybe they should have talked about this before, but he’d been so angry he hadn’t been ready to hear any of it.

He’s still not sure he’s ready to hear it, but the anger’s a distant thing today, with the lazy, pleasurable heat and memories of the night before still suffusing him. Making it impossible to feel threatened or stressed about any of this. It was like the opposite of a hangover. ]

…What is our arrangement, then?

[ He doesn’t want to break the languid haze Sylvain is in, or the beautiful soft ease of this. But it’s the calmest the other has been, and doesn’t Basch want him to understand? ]

You are mine, which means no one else may touch you without my permission — or yours. You live here. You are obligated to see to my sexual needs, and I am obligated to see to the rest of yours. If you try to flee you will legally be returned to me. Or if someone were to try to kidnap you. But you’re free to move about the island without me.

It’s…not unlike being a royal wife in some respects. The island is freer than the mainland, and the magic here brings out desire, but you are not obligated to do anything you don’t want.

[ If his head was a little less fuzzy right now, he might have laughed at the irony of that statement. He’d been pretty sure he hadn’t wanted anything that had happened the first few times. Or… maybe that wasn’t entirely right. He shouldn’t have wanted it, didn’t want to want it, but some part of him definitely had. Desperately, in fact.

The part that was still very much happily in control right now, keeping him content and languid rather than pissed and freaking out.

Absently, he reaches out for a bite of fruit, chewing it as he thinks that over. But then he’s peeking up at Basch through dark lashes again, almost shyly. ]

Okay but… why me?

[ His grin is quick and playful, stealing a hungry kiss ]

Is it not clear how much you are my taste?

[ But…it’s not that Sylvain is pretty, or gullible, or stupid. Quite the opposite. ]

I am…involved on the continent. I know you are of a ranking family, even if you were a second son. You were going to be married off, and it was going to cause political upheaval, not to mention the man was a known lecher and abusive. If you had a contract here, marriage was off the table. Permanently.

And…we had met once, years ago. You likely don’t remember. I enjoyed our conversation. I wasn’t going to leave your safety to someone else.

[ He blinks, staring at Basch with wide eyes. There was so much to unpack there. He’d known marriage was to be his fate one day - he was too dangerous to keep around, now that Miklan was staged to inherit. There was no longer a need for a spare, and his continued presence would only be a problem. But he hadn’t realized there’d been a marriage already in the works - or to who.

He’d hoped wherever he ended up would at least be tolerable, but from what Basch had described, that sounded unlikely. As for here… ]

Wait, we’ve met? What did we talk about?

[ He’s usually got a better memory for faces than that. ]

[ Basch only found out about it because the man was on their black list. He followed up on these sorts sometimes to make sure they weren’t using other sources. It also was a questionable alliance for suspicious trade and military pressure. He wouldn’t have liked it without person reason.

He also…hadn’t planned to tell Sylvain any of this yet. Even dreads when the other hates him again and twists his actual genuine care into manipulation. But— such is the price of what he is. And it’s worth it this morning. ]

Horses. We were in the stables, and you were quite distracted I think. You were still a student, and I was a visiting lecturer. Before this place.

We talked of crests and inheritance and marriage. I … assumed your opinions had not changed on those matters.

[ He blinks, because he does have a vague memory of that conversation - if only because he didn’t have many in the stables, which was often his place of escape. Not socializing. But even if he didn’t remember the conversation, he knows what opinions he probably expressed all too well. ]

Unlikely. For all that they were inevitable, I’ve never been a fan.

[ He's not sure how to read Sylvain's reaction, though the man is entitled to however he feels. ]

Well, I would say it's no longer inevitable. Every visiting dignitary saw you with me, and the contract is public record. The shortest term is half a year -- after that, you are free to do as you please. I doubt any house will want you as a political arrangement after your tenure here.

[ If Basch meant that to be reassuring… it falls a little short as the full realization sinks in. ]

Half a year? But… what am I supposed to do then?

[ Suddenly this safety and rescue had an expiration date. ]

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