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you brushed your fingers against the compartment edges, appreciating the silky black design. 

“you’re really letting me?” you asked once more. 

cloud sighed, already tossing you the keys. “if I thought you’d wreck it, I wouldn’t.”

you slid onto the seat, suddenly more aware of how much bigger the bike actually is. cloud circled around, hopping on behind you.

“what are you doing?” you asked, a hint of panic in your voice.

“relax, you’re still driving.”

“with you on it…?!”

“it’ll help you learn faster.”

the extra weight shifts the bike, causing cloud to plant his feet against the pavement to keep it steady. you were hyperaware of how close he was. his front pressed against your back, his hands reaching to cover yours.

“hands here,” he said quietly, guiding your grip to the handle bars.

once the engine hummed to life, you sucked in a breath. it began to travel at a steady pace. cloud’s hand rested against the metal beneath your stomach to balance himself. 

“you’re doing good,” he said by your ear. you can feel the truffles of his hair brushing against your temple.

over time, you grew more comfortable with the throttle, your speed matching cloud’s casual night drives. you navigated through the quieter streets on the outskirts of midgar, passing by closed down shops and abandoned shinra warehouses. every now and then, cloud would point out a smoother path, void of pedestrians.

when you bring the bike to a smooth stop at an empty road, you let out the breath you had been holding. “that was so cool!” you smiled.

cloud climbed off first, the corners of his mouth lifted into a small smile. 

“sooo, can I drive all the way home?” you asked hopefully.

cloud looked at you and considered it, but the sun was starting to set and he didn’t want to push you too far on your first run. “...not today.”

you groaned. 

“you’ll get there one day,” he chuckled, swinging a leg over fenrir. you climb on behind him this time, wrapping your arms around his waist.

instead of turning towards seventh heaven, cloud heads down a narrow road that branches away from the main highway.

“wrong way,” you pointed out.

“no.”

“you know where you’re going?”

“I do.”

the mass infrastructure gradually turned into quiet hills, patches of greenery slowly surrounding you. after another fifteen minutes, more trees appeared and cloud slowed onto the narrow dirt path tucked behind a curtain of timber. the trail climbed up into a secluded overlook.

from there, you could see midgar glowing steadily in the evening light. every sector was illuminated like scattered stars, all connected to the brewing reactors around the edge. at this distance, the city’s harsh cracks softened into something peaceful.

cloud shut off the engine and lets the silence envelop you.

“...why’d you bring me here?” you murmured, climbing off the bike.

“figured we’d end your first lesson somewhere worth remembering.”

you smiled softly, turning to face him. he instinctively pulled you in closer, his hand resting on your hip. 

“who knew cloud strife could be such a romantic?” you teased.

“alright, knock it off,” he said. there was no real heat in his tone, but a soft pink hue was creeping up his cheeks. he leaned back against the bike, his hand moved to the nape of your neck before he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

it was rare for you two to have time alone like this. between seventh heaven and avalanche duties, you haven’t gone beyond the occasional hand holding, maybe a kiss on the cheek if you were lucky.

you could tell cloud was feeling it too, his kisses going from soft and gentle to eager and desperate. when you pulled away, his lips still reached for you. his eyes fluttered open, the soft blues illuminated with desire.

“I’m starting to think you had an ulterior motive to bringing me out here.”

“maybe I did,” he said, slipping his gloves off before cradling your face and pulling you back in.

the last remnants of his usual restraint melted away, replaced by the deep, heavy hunger that built up over time. his lips parted against yours, his tongue drinking you in as if he’d been starving for this moment. a soft sigh escaped you, making cloud groan in approval.

his hand slid down from your jaw, tracing the line of your throat before settling at the waistband of your shorts. you tangled your fingers in the spikes of his hair, pulling him in closer. cloud moaned against your lips, slowly giving in to your advances. 

when he finally pulled away, he didn’t stop. his mouth moved down your jaw, pressing slow kisses along your neck. you tilted your head back, a quiet gasp spilling from your lips as his teeth grazed your collarbone.

“I want you,” he whispered.

your pants came off in seconds. cloud stood behind you as you bent over the rider seat. your fingers dug into the cushion as his thumb stroked between your dripping folds.

“cloud…please, just put it in already,” you whined. you could hear him suck in a breath. his hands smoothed over your ass before he slowly slid inside. 

“sh-shit…” he stuttered. a violent tremble ran through his body once he bottomed out, burying himself deep in your heat.

after being apart for so long, you were so sensitive. your cunt clenched around him, pulsing rhythmically as you tried not to cum. cloud wasn’t bearing well either, his body curling over yours, his forehead meeting your shoulder as his fingers dug into your hips with a bruising grip.

“c’mon, cloud, don’t tell me you’re gonna blow just from putting it in,” you chuckled, choking back a moan.

never backing down from a challenge, he pulled all the way out until it was just the tip…then pushed back in, to the hilt. cloud whimpered into your ear, his hands trembling as spurts of his cum filled you up. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whined against your neck, slowly thrusting again until his cock was hard and thick once more.

you sucked in a breath as every thrust reached deeper than the last, stretching you open. once the pricks of overstimulation subsided, cloud stood up straight and began building a rhythm. his head tipped back as he let his instincts take over.

“mmm~ cloud…!” your voice hitched as he drove in deep, hitting the sweet, rubbery spot inside you. 

he let out a low, deep growl in response, his hand pushing against your lower back as he picked up the pace. you could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he moved. the leather seat beneath you grew soiled from your combined slick.

“you’re so tight,” he choked out. his thrusts became shorter, harder, and more desperate as he began to lose his grip. “I can’t— I’m not gonna last long if you—ngh~!— if you keep squeezing me like that…”

‘don’t stop,” you whined, tilting your hips back into his touch. “cloud, please.”

that did it for him. a sharp gasp tore from his throat as he plunged in one last time. your cunt squeezed him tight, pulling him in deeper as your orgasm washed over you. cloud whimpered as his body collapsed over yours. 

the heavy, frantic rush slowly subsided, leaving behind a lingering warmth. for a moment, neither of you moved. slowly, he pulled back, the separation causing a rush of cool wind to brush against your hot skin. 

you let out a soft whine as cloud cleaned you up the best he could before slipping your bottoms back on. your knees buckled slightly, but his strong arms caught you wordlessly. he rested you against the passenger seat as he slipped his gloves back on. 

“we should head back,” he breathed out, giving you a knowing look. although trying to appear serious and composed, you could see the lingering traces of your endevours through the sweat on his forehead and the flush of his cheeks.

“y-yeah…” you nodded.

cloud gave you a soft smile, kissing your temple before climbing on and starting the engine.

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he glances down at where you’re holding them, moving his fingers to interlace his fingers with yours. “is that surprising?”

“a little,” you smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “caleb’s hands are really rough.”

“caleb doesn’t take care of himself.”

“he’s an athlete,” you defended.

“an athlete who doesn’t moisturize,” he countered.

“maybe we should get him some hand cream.”

by the time the cafe announces it’s closing, neither of you are ready to leave. the walk back to your dorm is slow, your fingers intertwined the entire way. zayne carries your backpack despite your protests, occasionally brushing his thumb over your knuckles whenever the conversation falls into a comfortable silence.

when you reach the entrance of your dorm hall, you linger on the steps just for another minute.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

“and every day after,” he said softly.

you lean up to press a soft kiss against his lips before slipping inside, waving goodbye as you sauntered upstairs. only once you were out of view did he turn home.

the walk back to his apartment is quieter than before, but his heart feels impossibly full. he replays the way you smiled at him over dessert, the warmth of your hand in his, and the offhand comment that made his cheeks flush.

your hands are really soft

he looks down at them with pink cheeks, flexing his fingers once before tucking them in his pockets. 

that night, he fell into his routine. make some tea to calm his nervous system, take a warm shower, decompress in bed and text you good night. 

and jerk off.

zayne wasn’t ashamed of masturbation by any means. it was a healthy stress reliever that was normal for a man his age to indulge in. well, he wasn’t sure if it was normal to indulge every single day…multiple times a day.

he squirted a generous amount of lotion onto his hand, groaning when the bottle made that pathetic wheezing sound that indicated it was nearing its end. he made a mental note to buy more tomorrow.

a groan vibrated in his chest as he spread the cold cream over the shaft of his cock. his other hand instinctively opened the private folder on his phone, exposing him to various pictures of you.

some of them were sweet, pictures of you smiling on the beach, sleeping in his arms, posing with a lollipop in your mouth. others were more lewd, a lingerie shot you sent him on a whim, you bent over a billiard table in that backless top, you on your knees smiling at the camera as you unbuckled his belt.

the sound of squelches began to fill the room as zayne thrusted up into his hand. he should’ve followed you into your dorm, should’ve invited you over. but he couldn’t, not when you had already had sex two nights ago.

zayne had a crazy high libido and he’s always been aware of it. you, on the other hand, seemed to be worn out by the second round. rather than pushing you beyond your limits, he resorted to masturbating every single day.

even as his release dripped down his hand, he couldn’t stop thrusting. pathetic moans and whimpers escaping his lips from the overstimulation as he buried his face in the pillows. the tip of his cock was scarlet red, not yet done.

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“should we get the apple one or jasmine?” you asked, bringing both up to smell. 

“caleb likes apples,” zayne said. “I’ll take the jasmine.”

“wait, I want one! you guys can’t have matching hand creams without me,” you said, making zayne chuckle.

the small laugh made you grin, because even after all this time, getting zayne to genuinely laugh felt like a special achievement.

“you’re very determined to involve yourself in everything,” he said, placing the two creams in the basket.

“you say that like you don’t enjoy it.”

“I didn’t say that.”

your smile widened. “you didn’t deny it either.”

zayne simply looked away, but the faint curve of his lips gave him away.

the rest of the evening passed in the same comfortable rhythm. what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip turned into wandering through stores, stopping at little displays, sharing desserts from your favorite cafe, and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. 

you found yourself smiling more than usual, mostly because of how easy it was to be with him. zayne had always been someone who carried himself with such calmness and responsibility, but moments like these reminded you that there was a softer side of him. one that only appeared when he was around people he trusted.

and you loved being one of those people.

by the time you left the shops, the sky has darkened and the air had turned cooler. without hesitation, zayne took the bags from your hands. 

“I can carry those,” you huffed.

“I know.”

“then why are you taking them?”

“because I want to.”

the answer was so simple, it left you speechless. nevertheless, you held on to zayne’s arm the whole way, insisting that it was somehow helping him. rather than walking you to your dorm, you suggested sleeping over at his place since it was closer (and you missed his bed). 

his apartment greeted you with the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla. zayne told you to make yourself comfortable while he put away the shopping trip.

you sprawled out on the couch, mindlessly doomscrolling through your phone. but after a while, an unsettling quiet settled over the apartment. zayne had been gone a little too long. you set your phone aside to go look for him.

kitchen? nope.

bathroom? nope.

patio? definite nope.

“zayne?” you called out, a faint prickle of concern tightening in your chest. you turned the corner toward his bedroom, relief washing over you when you noticed the light streaming into the hallway. but when you pushed the door open, the words caught in your throat.

zayne was sat at the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand and a discarded tube of jasmine hand cream by his side. he froze entirely once he saw you.

“I-I can explain…!” he breathed out.

“why were you…?” you trailed off in pure disbelief, gesturing vaguely. “I was literally just downstairs…!”

zayne immediately reached for the tissues on his nightstand, desperate to clean up and cover himself as you walked over to sit beside him. a dark crimson flush crept up his neck. he looked entirely exposed, caught in a wave of humiliation. 

“I am so sorry, my love,” he said quietly, shutting his eyes tightly as if he could block out the embarrassment.  “I should have been more mindful. I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“zayne, if you were…in the mood…why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm.

“I didn’t want to force myself on you,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper.

your eyes widened. “force yourself? what do you mean?”

“we had sex three nights ago,” zayne said, his voice dropping to that controlled register. one he slowly began to develop from his pre-med classes. “I didn’t want to rush into it again if it made you uncomfortable.”

zayne’s cheeks were bright pink, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of the predicament. “you’ve been jerking off because you think I don’t want to have sex with you?” you asked. 

“well…” he shifted, his gaze momentarily darting away. it was rare to see zayne, someone who was usually calm and collected, be absolute caught off guard.

“zayne, how will you know I don’t want to have sex with you if you don’t ask?” 

he went quiet at that, the silence stretching between you.

“or is it because…you’d rather use your hand than come to me?” you asked slowly, testing the waters.

“no, no…! definitely not,” he rushed to clarify. “I just— wouldn’t you get tired if I asked so often? my libido isn’t exactly…normal. between the stress of my studies and the intensity of my workouts, my testosterone and physical stamina are…high. it’s a physiological byproduct. I didn’t want you to feel like I was using you just to satisfy a biological urge.”

“well, that’s what communication is for,” you murmured, leaning in closer. you reached up, gently brushing a few stray hairs out of his face. “if it’s too much for me, I know I can tell you. then, we’ll figure out a way to move on from there. you don’t have to carry that entirely by yourself.”

realization slowly flooded zayne’s eyes. the defensive wall he’d built out of a misguided sense of chivalry slowly came crumbling down. he thought he had been protecting you, shielding you from his own desires, but all he was really doing was shutting you out.

“now, are you gonna let me help you? or are we just gonna sit here for the rest of the night?” you gave him a cheeky smile, letting your gaze drop suggestively. 

zayne let out a low, defeated sigh that sounded like surrender. but as you stood up to clear a path, your foot brushed against the small wastebasket beside his nightstand. a hollow, thud sound echoed in the quiet room. 

not one, but two full-sized, entirely empty and squeezed-flat lotion bottles fell on the floor. your eyes widened slightly, and as you looked up, you noticed another half-empty bottle sitting on his nightstand.

zayne has always been a clean person. considering these were still sitting in his waste bin, you knew that their use was recent.

“no wonder your hands are so soft,” you murmured, stepping between his knees. your hands came to rest on his shoulders. “perhaps we should start a lotion subscription?”

he groaned, his forehead meeting your stomach as he nuzzled into you. “I told you,” he muttered, pulling you closer. “my stamina is…considerable.”

“were you like this before me?” you asked, gently pushing him down on the bed as you straddled his lap. your hands made work on his pants, pulling his cock out. despite the embarrassment from earlier, he was still rock hard and dripping.

“no…” he breathed out. “you’ve ruined me, truly.”

a perverse sense of satisfaction bloomed in your chest. you had always known zayne held a soft spot for you, but realizing the sheer depth of your influence over him left you breathless. 

your sense of time blurred as clothes began to slip off and his hands started to roam your body. his touch felt like freshly fallen snow dusting over your skin. 

“zayne…” you gasped, slowly sliding down his cock. “you’re s-so deep…”

his hands interwined with yours, providing comfort and stability as you began to grind against him. the friction was immediate and hot. zayne lets out a low, ragged breath as his fingers tightened around yours.

“take your time, my love,” he murmurs, his voice thick and strained. you could feel his shaft throbbing inside, the tip brushing against your most sensitive spots. he shifts slightly, lifting his hips up to meet yours, burying himself to the hilt. “if you keep moving like that….I won’t be able to pace myself.”

a laugh bubbled from your throat. you lean down, your lips barely brushing against his. “I thought you said your stamina was considerable?”

“it is,” he growled, the teasing words striking a nerve.

zayne’s hands unlock from yours, sliding down to grip your hips with a firm, unyielding grip. he completely takes over the rhythm, lifting you up slightly before drawing you back down on him. an erotic squelch sound echoes from the slow, deep stroke.

“z-zayne…” you whimpered, your toes curling from the fullness of him stretching you completely.

the mattress squeaks beneath his rigorous thrusts. every movement is precise, aimed to reach even deeper than the last. his gaze locks onto yours, full of desperation and devotion.

“I love you,” he whispers, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of your hip, keeping you steady as his pace quicked. the steady slap of skin against skin filled the quiet room. “tell me if it’s too much. tell me to stop if you need to.”

“don’t stop,” you gasp, arching your back as his fingers traced up to map the curve of your spine, his soft hands leaving a trail of heat wherever they linger. “zayne, please…”

rather than using words, he seals his lips over yours, capturing your whimpers in a bruising kiss. the rhythm of his thrusts grew ragged as he drew you closer to the edge. 

zayne groans into your mouth as he pushed one last time, holding your hips down as he filled you up with his release. you followed soon after, your cunt clenching and milking him for all he’s worth. the essence of your release intertwined as it dripped onto the bedsheets below. 

slowly, the frantic breathing softened back into the quiet calm of the night.

zayne shifts beside you, carefully moving to tuck you against his chest. he pulls the heavy duvet up over your shoulders to shield you from the cold. his breathing is still a little shallow, but his intense, dark gaze from before melted into quiet devotion.

“are you alright?” he murmured.

“why? you want another round?” you teased, making a chuckle rumble from his chest. “I’m okay.”

his hand, still soft and warm, begins a slow, soothing path along your spine. you hum contentedly, shifting closer until your leg rested over his. “sleep. I’m right here,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

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