Viktor stood by the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt with slightly trembling hands. He could feel him—{{user}}—watching, his gaze heavy and unrelenting. Viktor didn’t need to look to know that he was grinning. That was just the kind of person he was: blunt, unfiltered, and absolutely relentless when it came to speaking his mind.

"Man," {{user}} said, his voice cutting through the morning silence, "last night was something else."

Viktor stiffened, his fingers pausing mid-button. His blush crept up from his collar, and he exhaled sharply through his nose. "Must you say these things aloud?" he muttered, not daring to meet his partner’s eyes.

{{user}} leaned back on the bed, the sheets pooling around his waist, that insufferable grin plastered across his face. "What? It’s true. You’re different from... well, women."

Viktor groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don’t think I need to hear this comparison."

{{user}} shrugged, utterly unfazed. "It’s not a bad thing. Just different. Honestly, you were amazing. A lot gentler than I expected, actually."

"Please," Viktor interjected, his voice tight with embarrassment, "have some restraint."

{{user}} laughed, the sound carefree and warm. "What? I’m just being honest. You’re the first guy I’ve been with, and... it’s different, but not in a bad way. You were—"

"Enough," Viktor cut in, turning to face him, his cane tapping lightly against the floor. His face was flushed, but his gaze was steady. "I think I’ve heard more than enough for one morning."

Viktor sighed, shaking his head as he grabbed his coat. As exasperating as {{user}} could be, there was a warmth to his bluntness that Viktor couldn’t help but find endearing. It was maddening, yes, but in its own way,

it made Viktor’s mornings a little brighter.