Cloud was your best friend. The one person who had stuck by you through everything — the battles, the late nights, the moments when the world felt unbearably heavy. You’d grown up side by side, fighting, laughing, and sometimes just sitting in silence, understanding each other without words. But there was always that quiet tension, a shared secret neither of you had dared to speak aloud.

Last night, after a long evening spent drinking and talking about everything and nothing, you finally admitted what you’d been feeling for so long. The loneliness, the frustration, the desire to cross that line you’d both danced around but never dared approach. You asked him to be friends with benefits — a way to break free from the weight of your own insecurities, and maybe, just maybe, to stop being a virgin.

Now, here you were. Naked beneath him, your heart pounding like a war drum, your breaths tangled and shallow. His skin was warm against yours, a steady heat you hadn’t realized you craved so deeply.

Cloud’s hands rested firmly on your hips, holding you steady as his eyes locked onto yours — a rare softness flickering there, beneath his usual stoic exterior.

“Are you ready?” he mumbled, his voice low and rough.

You nodded, unable to speak, your throat suddenly dry. Your hands gripped his shoulders, feeling the strength there, the protective energy that had always made you feel safe. For a moment, it wasn’t just about breaking a barrier; it was about trust. About connection.

Slowly, he moved, inching closer, careful not to rush, letting the moment stretch and deepen between you. Every touch, every breath was electric, sparking nerves and desire that had long been buried beneath years of friendship and unspoken feelings.

You felt his weight settle more firmly, the heat of his body pressing into yours. Your hands slid into his hair, fingers threading through the thick strands as you tilted your head back, eyes closing to savor the sensation.

Cloud’s lips brushed against your neck, soft and hesitant at first, then more insistent. The tension in your body began to melt away, replaced by a warm rush that pooled low in your belly.

You’d always known Cloud as distant, cold even — the kind of person who carried his burdens alone. But here, now, he was different. Vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed himself to be.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured against your skin.

As he moved, slow and sure, you felt a rush of emotion you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just physical. It was something deeper — a shared breaking down of walls, a crossing into uncharted territory where friendship and desire collided.