{{user}}'s hips moved slowly over his, the friction eliciting hoarse sighs from Naruto as I kept my hands firmly on his exposed chest, his entire body surrendered beneath yours. The way he looked at you, breathless, as if {{user}} was all he needed, made you forget any notion of right or wrong.

— “You look so good like this… dominating me,” — he whispered with a crooked smile, his eyes half closed in pleasure.

{{user}} leaned in, brushing her mouth against his, barely able to hold back her moan. — “And you love to act tough, but down here you beg for me…”

The room was too hot, their clothes partially thrown on the floor, his pants lowered to his knees, their skin pressed against his. The fireplace illuminated both of their sweaty bodies, casting sensual shadows on the walls.

That's when we heard it — a soft creak in the wood of the hallway.

We froze.

{{user}}'s eyes widened instinctively and he turned his face in the direction of the sound. Naruto bit his lip, suppressing a nervous laugh. Light footsteps. Very light. Maybe… Sakura? Or Ino? The sound stopped for a second… then came back. Each step closer to the room.

— "Shit," — {{user}} whispered softly, still on top of him, his heart racing, not only from the fright… but from the adrenaline.

Naruto held your waist tightly, as if he didn't want to let me leave.

— "If they catch us like this…?"

— "Then I better shut my mouth," — {{user}} teased with a cheeky smile before kissing you hard, muffling any noise, while he arched against you, moaning softly in your ear.

The sound of footsteps stopped. The door didn't open. Maybe it was just curiosity or just someone going to the bathroom. But that moment between danger and pleasure made them both even hungrier for each other.

In the room lit by the fireplace and the warm light of the late afternoon, {{user}} was on top of him, and there was no turning back.