Final Fantasy XII (Jules/Ffamran) [week 2 - prompt 3]
Title: Sing For Me Author: Cadence Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 300 Summary: Jules has made a career out of loosening tongues, and this is merely one of the more pleasant methods.
"Master Ffamran! Your visit is a surprise and an honor, as always."
Ffamran scowls deeper at the half-mocking lilt in Jules’s voice. "I don’t believe for a moment that you are ever surprised, Jules." He looks like he’s about to reconsider and leave, but he stops as Jules moves closer.
Ffamran is always stiff and unwilling to talk, at first, brows knitted and muscles tight. But Jules has made a career out of loosening tongues, and this is merely one of the more pleasant methods.
Ffamran is not a boy from the old city, and if Jules hadn’t been able to tell that by his looks and his walk and his voice and everything else about him, he could certainly tell from the way he responds to Jules’ touch. No one who grew up always being jostled and sleeping close for warmth is as sensitive as he is. He flinches at shadows, and more importantly shivers instantly as Jules’s fingers slip under the edge of his shirt, run across the curve of his hip.
He meets Jules’s eyes but says nothing; he is still silent when Jules unbuttons his shirt and pulls him toward the bed.
He tries to remain stoic even as he lets Jules push him face down onto the mattress, even as Jules digs fingers deep into the muscles of his shoulders. When Jules leans down and bites hard at the tendon of his neck his mouth falls slack but no words emerge.
It’s when Jules twists slick fingers in Ffamran’s ass that Ffamran finally breaks and gasps out a string of curses. Then he moans deep, bucking into the bed, and Jules knows that even if he can’t make Ffamran beg for this he’ll still be spilling his troubles to Jules’s waiting ears when they’ve finished.