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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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[bardische]

[ 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?

[philancer]

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. ]

[bardische]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[bardische]

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[bardische]

[ 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.

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch vaguely notes that verbal exchange is still too much for his pet, though he suspects his coaxing voice is still welcome.

He gasps openly, grip tightening reflexively as Sylvain so eagerly meets his head with his tongue. His moan vibrates through Basch, causing his hips to rock in response. ]

You are so good, pet [ he murmurs, remembering how well Sylvain responded to praise the last time. Right now, he doesn't think too hard on why, but it's something that hasn't been hard to piece together; his pet was not treated right in his prior life. ] You were worth acquiring at any price.

[ A truth he doubts Sylvain will believe for a very long time, but no harm in laying the ground work. ]

[philancer]

[ Maybe don’t remind him of that when his mouth is on your cock, Basch. Being owned is still something he’s not at all comfortable with yet. Despite the fact that it’s easy to ignore when his body is alight with need, when those fingers tighten in his hair, dragging another moan from his lips, just as the touch had the time before.

Combined with the praise Basch gives him, it’s easy to tune everything else out. Forget how angry and afraid he was with all this uncertainty, the loss of all control over… everything, really. Those thoughts are already drifting away, no longer holding any focus, not when Sylvain gives in to the hunger growing in him.

It had been since Basch had first shown up today, and every order, every tease, had only awakened it more. And what was left… well the faint spice in the air had muted that enough that it seemed unimportant now. Not when Basch’s words evoked a desire to be a good pet for him. His words, his praise, even his movements, deepening his hold on the other man. Letting it seep into him, just as his commands had earlier. Thickening, becoming more real, more prominent.

Combined with the magic in the collar and everything else being wound about him, Sylvain gave in easier this time - would continue to do so with repetition, even though he doesn’t realize it. In the moment? All that matters is the sound of pleasure in Basch’s praise, in the tone of his voice, and the way he guides Sylvain into giving him exactly what he wants of him. ]

[bardische]

[ On the contrary, Sylvain not even protesting the reminder tells him what he needs to know; desire is louder than his fear and shame and anger. Which is how Basch wishes it to be.

It relaxes him, too, that he doesn't need to be so careful managing Sylvain now. That he can enjoy it back. He hopes, eventually, they can be companions too, but now he will take this gladly. This is already going much better than he feared it might. ]

That's it. Indulge yourself. You've wanted this, hmm?

[ His fingers trail along that collar, tracing up Sylvain's jaw to brush the lips around his cock, before burying in his hair, tugging pleasantly. ]

How hard you're going to be, when it's your turn. I can't wait to hear you beg.

[ And, carefully, he rolls his hips again, seeing how Sylvain will take it, moaning openly at how good the other feels. ]

[philancer]

[ His eyes go dark and half-lidded at the feeling of fingers in his hair, on his skin and it coaxes that heat pulsing in him to deepen, until he all but goes pliant against Basch's legs, hands clasping onto his knees as he leans in closer.

The soft whimpers and moans Basch's touch draw from him are muffled, especially when the man rocks his hips, pressing in deeper and choking off the sounds. He fumbles a little, as if caught by surprise, but he adapts quickly, as if greedy for more.

He's already hard, despite his cock being untouched. That doesn't seem to matter, in the moment. Not with Basch's cock in his mouth, his hands on his skin, his soft praises crooned in his ears. The ring feels all too tight around the base now and he shifts, squirming on his knees. ]

[bardische]

[ Gods those sounds are so pretty. So is the knowledge once again that while the collar and air will fan arousal, they won't create attraction where there is none, not without more direct magic. Whatever this is, it lives somewhere in Sylvain. And it's deep.

He scratches gently against Sylvain's scalp before getting a firmer grip on the other's hair, preparing to guide them both. ]

It seems your mouth is full, little pet. So tap me twice for me to pause, and three times if you want me to withdraw. Tap me once if you agree and twice if you don't.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain had always been someone full of deep passions. But being who he was, those were rarely safe to allow out. Always controlled, always composed, the ideal representative of his family's house and good name. Even if he was not, had set that afire more than once in his lifetime but still, it had been ground deep in him, until it was more habit than choice.

That, too, was a long way right now. unimportant and forgotten - for this surely would have familiar disappointment and disgust flaring in his father's eyes, followed swiftly by that quick temper he'd so often been on the wrong end of. Ironic, when he was the one who had carved the ideals of control and composure into his son.

He's not aware of Basch's thoughts in this moment, though. Isn't aware of where the arousal, the want, comes from, only that it has, and it's deep and hungry and all-encompassing. He sinks deeper into it as those fingers scratch against his scalp, making him melt against the other man as he tries to take him deeper.

He almost ignores the words entirely, but there's an order in there, enough of one that the magic's grip draws him to it, directing his focus enough to give a single tap to Basch's thigh. Amber eyes flick up to meet the man's gaze, pupils dark and blown wide, and his tongue slides along the underside of the man's cock again, as if in impatience. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch was aware of the senior Gautier and his mercurial temper. Anyone who'd met him was. And he knew about the older brother, whose reputation was -- quite frankly -- worse than anyone here. He may not know all the details, but he suspected, with the way Sylvain absolutely melted into this role twice now, there was some deep relief and need to let go. To just indulge and be and not worry.

And it made his breath come heavier, being at once master and protector, pushing to spaces that were taboo and yet also somehow safe. Feeling entirely in control and yet necessary to be aware and careful. And he's absolutely weak to how deep the others hunger comes, a tidal wave after unshakeable restraint.

He hopes to not use the order magic someday soon, but right now he's glad for it, getting the part of consent he needs. So that when those eyes meet his, lost to want, Basch can drink them back just as greedily, a hand stroking along that perfect jaw as he breathes out. ]

Gods you are a perfect sight. Pleasure me, pet. Take what you want, fast or slow. Make me moan.

[philancer]

[ He's not sure he knows how to do that, but that doesn't seem to matter at the moment. Not when he's given permission - or perhaps ordered? There doesn't seem to be much of a difference at the moment, and not when he was aching for that anyway.

Even if he might deny it, were his mind not hazed over with heat and want, he does want this. Eagerly leans into the permission and order both, hungry as he takes Basch's cock deeper into wet heat. And whether or not Basch moans at the sensation, Sylvain certainly does, dark lashes sliding closed again over hazy eyes as he bends to the task. Head bobbing as Basch's cock presses against his tongue, deeper still, until he feels him pressed snug against the back of his throat, muscles working around him.

He has no idea how skilled he is at this - that part doesn't exactly coincide with his understanding in this setting - but it's there all the same. The eagerness and familiarity of the movements, of Basch's length pressing into his throat as he swallows around him. Hungry for more, and ever push just seems to fan that hunger higher. ]

[bardische]

[ His hand comes to stroke the other's cheek, moaning in turn. ]

Beautiful [ he murmurs. the sound. The sight. The want and surrender. And Basch is aware how skilled the other is, some strange mix of familiarity and delight. Like they were made for this, together. Like Sylvain wants him in a way neither of them fully grasps.

Well, he wants Sylvain too. Wants this shared indulgence.

He tangles fingers in Sylvain's hair, encouraging more than guiding; the other doesn't need much guidance. But it sends fresh heat through him, to keep the other locked onto him, encouraging a pace, holding him where he wants. One leg edges so his foot can brush the other's thigh, wanting all of him in an impossible way. ]

[philancer]

[ The hand anchored in his hair, guiding him where Basch wants him, holding him there, creates a depth to the surrender that sends him spiraling ever deeper into the man's hold. Will crumbling into fragments, forgotten and scattered. Control, resistance, denial - all of it seems pointless and silly. And a long way away.

The sounds he makes are muffled around the cock pressing deep into his mouth, into his throat, as muscles work to accommodate him, swallowing around him. It blocks his airway in short, choking swallows, but he relishes it, revels in it. His mind is blissfully blank and quiet - something he didn't even know was possible. It's a release and a freedom all it's own. To not be him, to be something else, something new. Pliable and molded by the man he leans into, by the steady guiding hand in his hair.

Basch's foot nudges against his thigh and he unconsciously spreads his legs a little wider for him in response, whimpering in need before the sound chokes off around the man's cock again. Skin flushed and trembling, eyes dark and hazy and unfocused. His bound cock jolts in its restraint - so close to that nudge but not close enough to touch, only be teased with the promise of it, when he aches to be touched with a desperation that leaves him breathless and dizzy. ]

[bardische]

[ something changed in sylvain. He could feel it, the surrender. The peace of it. He sighed, pleased, but frustrated. Little idiot; he could have this anytime he wanted. But it would take time to reach that.

For now, for today, this was good. More than good. He needed it to be. Needed sylvain to yearn for this. He’d just forgotten how much he’d be teaching himself to yearn, too. ]

Oh you are good at this. That’s it. Mmm you’re hungry for more aren’t you? Keep that up, good, yes—

[ he talks them both through it, hand tight and guiding, and he absolutely relishes how little time it takes to coax him to release, choking sylvain with his spend, moaning the others name in approval.

And wanting to kiss and pamper him, wanting to shout to the room how perfect his pet is.

Instead, he holds the other to him until he’s done trembling with aftershock, then tips that face to his. ]

I am going to free your phenomenal mouth, and you are going to tell me how you’d like to be pleased. That performance deserves a reward.

[philancer]

[ He struggles a little, when Basch pulls him deep, when his cock pulses against the narrow channel of his throat before spilling hotly into him. He almost chokes, but he manages to swallow it all, all the same.

Even then, Basch holds him in place by his grip on his hair, and there's still no resistance in him. Even if he should probably be horrified. Furious. Rebelling. All those urges are a distant thing, muffled and stuffed down where they can't break through the quiet haze that's wrapped around him. Silenced all his thoughts, all his fears and insecurities. All the other voices and their sharp words that so often circle around inside his head.

Right now? They don't matter. Only Basch's voice fills his ears, his thoughts, and there's something of a relief in that, even when there shouldn't be. But Basch has done nothing but murmur soft praises in his ears and there's some aching, desperate part of him that craves that even more than oxygen.

He's trembling too, but he doesn't try to pull away, merely rests there where Basch holds him in place, his own skin flushed and pulse pounding loudly in his ears. His cock still aching hard against the restraint of the ring that binds him, leaking in such a way that the fabric he wears is now wet with it, making him shift with a quiet whimper. ] ]

[bardische]

[ Basch doesn't rush him. Relishes the way the other trembles, his exotic flower so fragile in the changing winds. That whimper is worth every bit of patience its taken to get here.

Slowly he pulls back, still holding Sylvain's head in place, guiding it back. And when he drops out, his free hand comes to gently wipe saliva from the other's sex-swollen mouth. ]

You must be aching, pet. Do you want my hand or my mouth for being so perfect?

[philancer]

[ His face is flushed, so it's impossible to tell if that color darkens a shade at the words. He struggles to focus when Basch pulls him off his cock, the taste of him lingering on his tongue, and his tongue darts out at the press of that thumb without even thinking about it, an unconscious reaction, a lingering hunger for more.

Eyes hazy and dazed, he can only blink up at the man leaning over him, head still tipped backwards in an implacable grip. Body trembling as he gasps raggedly for air, feeling flushed and too-hot all over. Feverish as his mind tries to parse that question. He hasn't quite gone completely nonverbal - or at least remained sunken that low - but thinking is opening happening in fits and starts before getting derailed all over again by the cacophony of demands he doesn't even know how to begin to sort through. It's overwhelming. ]

I don't... I need... Please...

[bardische]

[ He's so beautiful, dazed and overwhelmed ad needy like this. They'll keep working on him being able to ask -- or even decide -- what he wants. ]

Come, into my lap, back to me.

[ It's an order, but his voice is gentle and coaxing. And he'd rather have use of his hands and mouth to make this as pleasurable as possible. ]

[philancer]

[ His movements are a little clumsy this time, his legs feeling shaky beneath him - as well as a little numb for having been kneeling a while. But he manages to crawl up into Basch's lap, straddling in a way that has him stretched open over him.

It shifts the toy within him again, rubbing it against sensitive nerves and making him shudder and cry out, breathless and needy. His cock, still bound and tucked away in the tight restraint of his clothing - as provocative as it is - strains against the ring, against the fabric, leaking copiously now, the fabric soaked around its head.

His hands fly to Basch's shoulders in an attempt to steady himself, clinging to him, even as his hips rock, as if trying to chase some sort of phantom friction, finding nothing. He grinds down against the man's thigh, but that only makes the need worse. ]

[bardische]

[ He was going to be nice, but he hadn't anticipated how the other would shudder and tremble, and certainly not the way the other would helplessly chase his own need. The way he chases even Basch's thumb. Good. He wants more of that. ]

Good. Take your desire [ he murmurs for Sylvain only, his hand going to stroke the other's cock through the fabric, almost cruelly gentle. His lips curl at the wetness there. And he can't resist his other hand going to tug that heavy chain again. Spent as he is, he still feels the twinge of heat in his core, wanting to feel Sylvain pleasure himself against his thigh, or to fill the other and leave him trembling like the last time. ]

Why do you resist it so? [ his fingers, still teasing, start to undo the fastening on his pants. ] I could have bounced you in my lap, had you come on my hand, put my fingers down your tongue and my hand on your cock, mouht on your neck, had every piece of you filled or cupped.

[ He'll do his best now, but not in a hurry. ]