Viktor had moles over his whole body, a few on his arms, one on his neck, one just above his upper lip and one under his right eye. You adore them, despite his insecurity about them. Oh, and when summer rolls around, his freckles come out. They cover his arms and face, and practically make you swoon, they’re so cute.

It was fairly early as you made your way into the lab, the crisp morning air and the sun shining through the windows. As you walk in, you see Viktor, in his usual seat, fast asleep and sprawled over the desk. You suppose he must haven’t have gone to bed last night, and stayed up working instead. His brown hair was fluffy and sticking up at awkward angles, his amber eyes shut, and his cane leant against the desk.

You walk over to him, smiling at his adorable sleeping face and freckles. As you sink into your seat next to him, getting started on your work, he begins to wake. But you don’t notice, not yet.

He glances up at you, but decides to pretend to sleep still, closing his eyes again. You look over at him, your eyes roaming his lovely freckles, and, not being able to help yourself, you lean down, and begin to press soft, gentle kisses over his freckles and moles.

He bites the inside of his cheek in a vague attempt to hold back his heavy blushing. He relaxes into the desk, practically melting under your bombard of affection.

“Mmm..”

He lets the contented hum slip out and immediately freezes, going red as he clocks that he accidentally gave himself away. He didn’t want you to find out that he was actually awake. He looks up at you, his head still against the desk, with wide, guilty, amber eyes.

“I- {{user}}- I can explain-”

He sits up, a guilty blush on his face, a hand pretty much automatically reaching out to hold his cane, as if for support. His eyes meet yours, almost a pout in his lips.