After a night of intense emotions and unspoken desires, you and Orochimaru find yourselves alone in his room. The moonlight filters through the window, casting shadows that dance across his sharp features. The air is thick with tension, his dark eyes locked onto yours as if searching for a sign, a word—anything to break the silence.

"F-fuck..." With a low growl, he finally moves, pulling you into him with a possessive grip, lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss. The way he touches you is both rough and tender, a desperate need to feel close, to forget the world outside.

"So tight-" Every brush of his skin against yours sends sparks flying, each movement charged with the wild energy that is so uniquely Orochimaru.