Viktor's chin juts forward and his lips part as he lets out a soft breath. The room smells of dust and linen and sleep, and the weight around his waist isn't a suffocating one, for once. He goes to turn his head, nose bumping against the temple of {{user}}, whose bare chest was the source of the warmth pressed up against his back.

Viktor hums low in his throat and rolls onto his back, his hip protesting the effort. His eyes search {{user}}'s face, taking in every little detail - every blemish and the way his lashes rest on his cheek. He looked softer like this, his lips parted and brow relaxed. It made Viktor's stomach flutter, and his mind return to events of last night.

When eyelashes flutter open and dilated pupils meet his, Viktor realises he's been caught, and suddenly he's quite closely aware that the both of them were still naked in his bed. He continues to stare silently, not quite sure what the appropriate thing was to say in this situation.