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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]

[ His please Basch will take all night. Especially when they come with that whole-body want. Sylvain squirming in his lap is not something he'll tired of quickly. ]

Good [ he says, closing the space between their lips again. And he just takes a moment to cradle and stroke the other, making good on the promise of safety, and safety to come. ]

Alright [ he murmurs ] Get these off for me. They're too tight for you to straddle me. [ there's a tease in the order, expecting the image will rile Sylvain up now rather than mortify him, but still curious if the other man will balk at half-disrobing in this place. But his point stands. Sylvain needs the added mobility. ]

[philancer]

[ The inclusion of that mental image is more than enough to drown out any other thoughts about it, about being so exposed in public. Then again, he's all but forgotten about that right now, turned as he is on Basch's lap, facing him in the little booth. The rest of the world might as well be a distant thing.

He pushes up on his knees, breath still coming in ragged little pants, eyes dark and locked on Basch. His hands fall away from Basch's shoulders to fumble with the fastenings on the side, the strange clothing actually having been a fortuitous choice when they can be removed like this instead of him even having to climb off of the man's lap.

He tugs the all-but-sheer fabric away, leaving him bared from the waist down, nothing left but the ring around the base of his cock and the toy still lodged in his ass. He shivers, self-conscious, even though he's only aware of Basch's gaze on him. But that's enough. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch watches with hunger and approval as Sylvain shifts, undoing the fastenings without ever leaving Basch's hold. Or his gaze. His fingers continue to stroke through the other's hair, murmuring quiet praises, meeting that eye contact with affection and approval. And when he gets the pants off, Basch makes a point to look over all of him in approval. ]

You are exactly my taste [ He says with a warm kiss, guiding Sylvain's arms back around his neck before his own hands venture down to caress Sylvain's back, his ass, then coax the toy out and toss it aside. Leaving the other empty, he begins to massage the backs of his thighs. ]

You'll have to get me hard again, pet.

[philancer]

[ He hisses out a surprised sound when Basch works the toy out of him, a sound that melts into a whine at the following emptiness the loss leaves him with. He... he doesn't like it, he's surprised to find. With as much as he wanted it in in the first place, now he only wants it back.

Or wants something more. Something that has his gaze dropping hungrily to Basch's half-hard cock once more, licking his lips in memory. ]

Should I...? [ he shifts back uncertainly, unsure what Basch wanted him to do, after he'd drawn his arms back to his neck. Was he meant to get back on his knees? ]

[bardische]

Oh sweet, eager thing. [ He chuckles, firming his grip on Sylvan. He is not relinquishing him any time soon, even if his cock hardens more at the offer. ]

No, I want you here with me. Kiss me. Grind if you feel so inclined. You make me plenty hard. [ Information he's happy to let slip now, with the state of Sylvain, with how his want is breaking through the fear and the hatred. ]

[philancer]

[ His hungry gaze darts from Basch's cock back up to his lips at these words. Not quite an order, but the mental image of it is enough all on its own to spur him into movement. All but crushing himself against the other man as he kisses him hungrily, whimpering against the man's lips as his hips rock down against him. Grinds his aching cock along Basch's own length in need. ]

[bardische]

[ Oh this is bliss. Basch doesn't have to calculate anything, just letting his body lead as he takes in Sylvain's eager kissing and grinding, giving it back just as hotly. His hands rove, fingers stroking skin and tugging at that chain and pinching ass, and his hips rock against the ones grinding down against him. It's hardly any time before he's gasping Sylvain's name, hard and ready against him. ]

Tell me what you want [ he purrs. ] Tell me exactly where you want to be.

[ he's already grasping around for the lubricant he knows is scattered throughout this place. ]

[philancer]

I want... [ he gasps out, head spinning with a mixture of arousal, heat, and need. It makes it hard to think, to get those words out, but Basch had told him to, and he finds himself complying, even if it's an even greater struggle to obey this order than it had been the other ones. ]

I want to feel you. Everywhere. You said... You said you'd fill me. You said I'd be safe.

[bardische]

You're such a good boy, [ he murmurs, stroking the other's cheek with a softer kiss. He can hear that struggle, and he knows now how often Sylvain is blank or limited on his orders to speak. This is progress. ] You will always be safe with me. I will gladly fulfill your wishes. I want to feel you too.

[ Not that he hasn't been. But now, he slips lube on his fingers, pressing them into Sylvain first, keeping him flush to him and their mouths together. The other is already loosened up from the toy, but he makes sure to be generous with both the lube and his touch, working one finger then a second to be pleasurable rather than teasing.

Then he reaches between them, slicking his cock. Wordlessly, he takes Sylvain's hips, guiding him so they can align, keeping his mouth the entire time. ]

[philancer]

[ The sound he makes when Basch's fingers slide into him is nothing short of obscene, muffled as it is into that kiss. his entire body clenches down around the press, shuddering at the sensation of it. He can't help but rock into it, chasing the sensation. The toy had loosened him and Basch's fingers only add to that and it feels wonderful, but he still wants more, needs him deeper.

But they're gone again, almost when he'd adjusted to it, and he whines at the loss, only to be guided closer, feeling the slick head of Basch's cock rub at his entrance. And then he's gasping out because that, that's what he needs and he struggles impatiently against the grip of Basch's hands, wanting to sink down on him, take all of him, caught up in the frenzy of heat and need that rages in him. ]

[bardische]

Easy [ he chuckles, using a good amount of his strength to keep Sylvain from sinking too quickly. The physical tension sends even more heat through him. Some day they’ll wrestle, or Basch will pin him to a wall or the edge of a table. But not today. ] I promised to keep you safe and cared for.

[ but as soon as Sylvain has taken him once, sunk all the way onto him, he lets up, gives into the fire in the other, ready to follow his lead. Never do his hands or mouth stop though. ]

[philancer]

[ Basch drags it out and it's like slow torture, the way the man lowers his body onto his cock. His body clenches tight around it, greedy, as he's stretched open, impaled on the man's length. It stretches him far more than the toy had, than his fingers had, and Sylvain whines at the feel of it. Too much and not enough all at the same time.

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. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch absolutely lets him. The minute he's sure Sylvain is ready, he grants control. Basch is not immune to how tightly the other has clenched against him, or the pleas and keens and eagerness he shows in wanting Basch.

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. ]

[philancer]

[ Breathless and sweaty from his exertions, Sylvain rides his cock with a single-minded focus and determination, a hunger, that's all-consuming. it builds and builds and builds and he can only be carried along with it, the pleasure and need relentless as it throbs within him.

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. ]

[bardische]

Come, my pet [ he coos, petting the other’s sweat stroked hair even as he prepares to hold him steady for what will inevitably be complete surrender and complete collapse. ] I will catch you.

[ 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. ]

[philancer]

[ The words are all the permission - and command - he needs as his body arches, cock pulsing as he spills, hot and messy. A strained cry breaks free of his lips as he shudders, body tense. And then he does collapse, like a puppet with his strings cut, falling forward onto Basch's chest, face buried against his shoulder.

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. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch catches him as he deflates, pride and affection surging through him. It doesn't matter that the redhead is larger; Basch absolutely cradles him, tucking Sylvain's limbs more comfortably, guiding his head to rest snuggly, stroking his hair and murmuring in his ear while drawing gentle lines and circles on his back. He pays no mind to the mess between them, just to lulling the spent and sated man in his lap, enjoying the shivers of aftershocks while his cock is still firmly nestled in the other.

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.

[philancer]

[ He gives a whimpering little groan and manages a huff of distracted laughter against Basch's throat. His skin is tingling and he's not sure if that's from the orgasm...

...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.

[bardische]

[ Basch is tingling too, though his definitely increases as the magic shifts around them -- and he starts to process what they'd done in the fantasy this time. What he'd done.

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?

[philancer]

Do I sound concerned?

[ 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?

[bardische]

[ He shakes his head, but there’s no distress in his expression. He holds Sylvain by the by the nape of his neck, bringing their foreheads together. ]

You must stop asking me that when I’m concerned for you. That was still all good then? Even with the coercion?

[philancer]

[ he grins as he rests his forehead against his lover’s, content to press close, that hand at the nape of his neck sending delicious shivers down his spine. His body is still humming with pleasure. ]

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.

[bardische]

[ He lets Sylvain's touch and pleasure soothe him. It isn't hard when his own body is languid with the memory. But -- ]

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. ]

[philancer]

It does, in the moment. But that struggle is gone, the moment I do know what I know here.

[ 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.

[bardische]

[ He’s quiet as he listens, really listening and trying to hear what Sylvain is telling him. His brow furrows and he brushes Sylvain’s cheek in turn. ]

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. ]