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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]

[ Something in him squirms at the praise and his breath hitches as Basch cups his face in warm hands. That flush gets a little more noticeable now, but Sylvain refuses to meet the man's gaze, still stubbornly trying to ignore the physical reactions he keeps having.

Although it's much more difficult to ignore when fingers come to play with his sensitive nipple, the piercing that had been partially tucked away behind the mesh. The spaces are wide enough that the small hoop can be tugged out and he bites back a curse when Basch attaches the weighted chain to one end, making it tug and pull - not painful, but enough that it has a shudder slipping down his spine at the stimulation.

When the second one is clipped into place, a breathless whimper escapes him, despite his attempts to stifle that as well. His breath comes in soft, hitching pants for air, eyes dark as he tries to squirm away from those fingers, but it's too late. And the movement only has that chain swaying with the motion, tugging on both piercings as it shifts and sways.

Goddess. This is going to be torture. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch splays his hand across that warm torso, feeling the checkerboard of skin and fabric as he looks into Sylvan's flushed -- dare he even say shy -- face. ]

You are perfect [ he says warmly, before sliding a finger over the chain to tug just enough. ] And like this more than I imagined. Can't have you too wound up in public though, hmm? Undo your pants for me. And no, I won't be taking you now -- I won't until you beg me for it again.

[ He reaches to his table again, holding up the ring he's selected. It's nothing too flashy, but well made, a collar of its own sort. And a training device. He won't touch Sylvain -- not much, anyway -- without his permission, but Sylvain won't come until Basch allows it. ]

[philancer]

I’m not going to beg.

[ He tries to sneer the words, but that’s rather less convincing when his body jolts at the tug to the chain. And his hands obey the order without him even thinking about it, because he’s too busy glaring at Basch and trying to squirm away again to wonder why he’s even obeying that order in the first place.

His pants undone - revealing nothing beneath them, in fact, and Basch has access to his cock. It’s not hard yet, although it had been stirring with interest at the torment to his nipples. He eyes that ring with uncertain suspicion. ]

[bardische]

[ He flashes a cheery grin. ] That's what you said the last time. But if you don't, then we won't play today. That choice is always yours.

[ His gaze glances down and his gaze spreads at the choice to wear his pants bare. Mmmm. There's so much to work with with this one, and he will be even more of a joy when he's open to those interests. ]

Tell me if this hurts or causes any unpleasant pain today. [ Because that is not his goal. And then he takes Sylvain's cock in his hand, more procedural than anything, because he did promise not to touch without permission. But he suspects the warmth of it will be its own tease, and he works the ring up to the base. ]

I won't make you cum without you begging me, but you won't cum without my permission either. That's our arrangement.

[philancer]

[ He'd opened his mouth to come back with something sarcastic that would probably get him in trouble - his mouth was very good at that, after all - but then those warm calloused fingers wrap around his cock. And stroke. And whatever he'd been about to say gets choked off in a garbled curse that almost, almost melts into a moan. Eyes slam shut as his body responds, rocking into that touch without him even realizing it. Starting to harden.

It's enough that he hisses softly when he feels the first brush of cool metal against sensitive skin and his eyes fly open again as he stares down at Basch working the ring down the length of his cock. The vein along the underside pulses against the sensation, making his body jolt again, and he bites back a whimper as the man settles it snugly at the base of his arousal. ]

What are you doing?

[ His mind accepts that final order without question - even if normally that would have gotten a lot of attention. But it's an order the man had given him last time, too, and it's almost as if his brain just accepts the repetition of it without question, as if to concede that of course that is how it would be.

Even if he doesn't remember making that arrangement in the first place. Ever. ]

[bardische]

[ Ah, there's that hunger.

His own eyes darken, cock flaring semi-hard at the way Sylvain curses, entire body rocking toward Basch's touch. Truly, if there had been no attraction, he would never have pursued this further.

Even better that Sylvain hisses against the ring. He'll take it off, of course, when the other asks. ]

I've not intention of humiliating you while we're out, or giving anyone else any ideas of how pretty you are in the bedroom. You tell me when you want it off, and I'll bring you home and take care of you. Now, turn around. There's one more piece.

[ And gods if he doesn't look alluring flushed and curious and indignant and wanting. Basch doesn't quite push his luck, but he's tempted to cup that face, brush back that soft hair. ]

[philancer]

[ He might have gotten himself bitten if he’d tried. Sylvain’s irritation clearly wasn’t soothed by that explanation.

Even if he was turning around without argument, too distracted by his outrage at those words to consider why he was still going along with those commands. ]

You don’t call this humiliating?!?!

[bardische]

And what's humiliating about it? You won't be leashed, you look divine, and you'll be freely walking the city with one of the most powerful men here. If anything, people will respect you more.

[ As he talks, he pulls the plug from the table, spreading lubricant on it before tugging down Sylvain's very short undergarment. He presses a finger to the other's opening, not particularly sexually, just enough to warn before he starts to work the tapered toy inside. ]

[philancer]

[ Considering how viscerally he’d reacted to the option of being leashed and led about town the last time Basch had brought it up, it’s no secret that he’s any less a fan of it now, still.

Still, he doubts ‘respect’ is a thing he’s going to get around here, considering Basch bought him and that he’s basically a glorified pet now.

He might have said something else, his mind busy focused on that and not paying attention to how Basch had tugged his pants a little further down, since they were still loose from being unfastened when Basch had pulled his cock out.

What he’s not expecting is to feel the cool slickness of a finger pressing at his entrance a moment later, making his body arch with a hissed gasp as his hands scrabble for the back of the nearest chair to keep from toppling over face first in surprise. At least he’s blaming it on surprise, and not the way his body shudders in remembered pleasure of last time. Everything Basch had done to him.

Everything he’d ended up begging for.

Every inch of him flushes in shame at the memory, his cock jolting against the snug restraint of the ring again and drawing another strained hiss from his lips.

And then he feels Basch start to work something into him, something thick and cool and slicked, like his finger had been, but wider still. His eyes go wide as his breath catches, body clamping down instinctively to try and keep it out. ]

D-don’t…!

[bardische]

[ Basch would happily point out how much better he treats his pet than is customary if he thought it would make any difference. It won't. Better to show Sylvain.

And he can't help a grin when Sylvain's body responds favorably to his touch. Sylvain may not trust him or his own desires yet, but it's clear they're there. They just need some training. ]

Sorry, love, but its customary for where we're going. You won't even notice it once it's in.

Unless you find yourself interested in me, and, well, then you only have to ask.

[ There's a gentleness, though, as he responds to Sylvain's resistance. Works it very slowly, other hand going to Sylvain's hip to stroke the skin there with his thumb, dipping down around the hip bone. Walking to line of as little sexual stimulation as possible while still conjuring the memory of how blissful and needy the other had been the last time. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain doesn’t know how he couldn’t notice it, with how it stretched him open, the flared base wide as Basch works it past the tight ring of muscle until it slips fully inside, all but the base of the plug, settling at his entrance, with the wider bulb now caught inside of him.

His breathing is coming in rapid pants, eyes wide as he grips the back of the chair to stay upright, and his body shudders, realizing that the toy isn’t going anywhere unless someone takes it out.

Oddly enough, it doesn’t occur to him to try.

His cock, fully hard now after that stimulation, the touches and stretching, Basch’s fingers making his body so vividly recall the pleasure he’d been given last time. The ring is still tight and snug about the base and he’s even more aware of its presence now than he’d been when Basch first slipped it on. ]

I won’t!

[ he’d meant that to sound defiant, but it falls short, with how strained and breathless his voice comes out as. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch's cock stirs, eyes dark with wanting approval as Sylvain's whole form reacts, the other man clearly fighting his attraction and need. Tonight will be even more incredible, he wagers, when Sylvain finally gives in.

And gripping that chair makes Basch's imagination twist with fantasies of fucking him standing, or bent over the furniture. He doesn't bother trying to suppress his attraction. He'll let Sylvain see, let him think about it. ]

Then I won't take care of you tonight. As I said, it's entirely your choice.

[ He says it disinterestedly, but he lets his hand scoot lower, tracing his finger once along Sylvain's hardened cock, making sure they both know the effect this is having. And leans close enough, just for a moment, for Sylvain to feel the hardness of his own. ]

Do you want to put that away, or do you want me to do it?

[ Some part of him wonders if Sylvain would give in right here, if Basch stroked him a few more times, what with how breathless he already is. ]

[philancer]

[ He’s a moment away from bucking into that hand, chasing that heated friction, before those words sink in. Bring his focus back to reality. What is happening here, what Basch has been doing. What he’s let him do.

That flush is back, deeper this time, his skin feeling hot and prickly as he jerks away from Basch, almost tripping in his haste to get away from him. He scrambles to yank his pants up and closed again, glaring all the while. As if that will be enough to hide the evidence of what just happened.

It’s not. This outfit was specifically designed to hide nothing. Especially not how hard his cock was right now. Or the way it shifted the toy within him as he moved, making him hiss like an irate cat, as that flush continues to spread, a surge of shame mixed with arousal making him dizzy. ]

Get your hands off me!

[ There. That sounded slightly more convincing. (It didn’t, actually) And he’s still doing his damndest to ignore the way his skin itched for those hands to come back, to touch him again, to bring back that pleasure he’d so hastily yanked himself away from. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch holds his hands up in faux truce, grinning as he does. ]

I promise I'm quite finished.

[ Even if his eyes are drinking in how aroused and flushed Sylvain is, how beautiful every inch of him is in this outfit he's chosen. Oh, this will be a tease for Basch too, dreaming of playing with that outfit, or getting it off of him. Of all the wanting stares Sylvain is going to get, and the jealous looks thrown Basch's way.

How much of the night will Sylvain spend hard, he wonders, the thought only stoking his own erection, though one that isn't nearly as noticeable. ]

Shall we practice walking here first? It seems like it might be a bit of a challenge.

[philancer]

I don’t need to practice walking.

[ There’s a definite derisive scoff to his tone as he continues to glare at the other man. ]

I’ve been doing it since I was a toddler.

[ It hasn’t occurred to him that the toy currently lodged in his ass might affect that. Far more than he realizes. ]

[bardische]

[ He can't help the warm laugh that bubbles up in his throat. ]

Well, by all means then, let's depart.

[ He rises, holding the door open, offering Sylvain the cock of an eyebrow with his smile.

He suspects getting downstairs will take a few minutes. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gets all of three steps before he realizes how much of a problem this is actually going to be. His steps falter, slow, but that smirk on the man’s lips has his stubborn defiance rearing its head once more.

He can do this.

He makes it down one whole stair step before changing his mind.

His teeth gritted beneath a clenched jaw as he shudders, body clenching tight as the toy shifts within him at the movement, he glares at Basch. ]

I can’t walk with this thing, you need to take it out.

[bardische]

[ Basch is entirely enraptured watching him, even if he trails behind to give Sylvain some space.

He laughs again, delighted at how sensitive the other is. ]

They told me you were stubborn, but you're giving up already? I thought you wanted to go outside.

[philancer]

[ He sincerely contemplates, for five whole seconds, planting his fist in the man’s face. Or maybe his crotch, considering he’s still a stair above him and laughing at him. Not that he thinks that would end well for him. But he’s tempted anyway. ]

I didn’t ask for your additions. You fucking try and walk around with one of these things!

[bardische]

I have [ he shrugs, the image of disinterest, but his focus is keenly on Sylvain. ] You figure it out. Or, I did. I thought you'd be a quicker study than me.

[philancer]

[ That… is enough to shock him into silence. At least for a moment.

Then he’s back to gritting his teeth again as that stubbornness he’s so known for rises up again and he turns back and focuses on getting down the stairs.

Basch continues to be correct. It takes him several minutes. And he’s flushed from a mixture of arousal, shame, and anger by the time he reaches the bottom. ]

[bardische]

[ The shock on his face is downright adorable. And Basch is not upset to give Sylvain that image of him, needy and filled.

And then, true to his reputation, the other silently fights his way down the stairs. Basch follows a few behind, partially not to crowd and partially for the excellent view. ]

There you are. Improving already [ he says cheerily, clapping the other man on the shoulder as he goes past down the hall, not missing how flushed and still aroused the other is. Not that his own has gone down much; Sylvain's too delectable like this. ]

[philancer]

[ He’s doing his damn best not to spare even a moment on that mental image, nope.

His fingers curled into fists, he stands there and tries to calm his breathing, tries to will his erection back down but his body isn’t listening to him. Again.

Basch’s words get an angry, wordless growl from him, a sideways glare following him down the hall. He stays there a moment, as if to stubbornly avoid the other man, but Basch had been right, he did want to go out. Needed to see anywhere outside those four walls he’d ben staring at for days now.

So he turns to follow him silently - albeit reluctantly.

The toy doesn’t make it any easier. Not even a single step. ]

[bardische]

[ If things go well, Basch will have a similar growl with his cock down Sylvain's throat later tonight. And if not, then soon.

He doesn't look back, but grins when he hears footsteps. He only stops when he reaches the door, holding it open for Sylvain. It's dusk outside, with a sea breeze in the air. Foot traffic is still heavy. ]

Stay close enough I can protect you if necessary [ he orders cheerily. ] Otherwise, you are free to wander.

[ Not that he thinks the other will be too keen to go quickly, what with that chain and plug. ]

We can do this regularly, you know.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s still glaring as he scoots past him, fleeing to the outside. What he’d been trying to do for days now. Except he doesn’t find what he expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect - he didn’t even know where he was, after all, except a long way from his home territory.

But spotting the port town, with vibrant buildings rising up around him. And the streets full. People dressed as Basch was, walking around freely.

And just as many, dressed as he was, following closely at their heels. No, following at the end of their leashes, he realized in growing horror. His mouth dropped open as wide eyes darted around, taking in everything around him. And already becoming aware of the curious - and hungry - gazes turning in his direction. ]