Freckles were something {{user}} adored. To be more precise, {{user}} got aesthetic pleasure looking at how these sunny kisses scattered on people's shoulders. Being the owner of pale, not prone to "defects" of the skin, all {{user}} life he envied those who could boast of such a feature. The friend of {{user}}-Luka, kissed by the sun almost everywhere, was no exception. Shoulders, cheeks, nose, hips and arms-everywhere there were traces of freckles in a barely noticeable scattering, and they beckoned to run their hands over them. Unfortunately, Luka is far from the most tactile person in {{user}} environment, and if {{user}} had no problems with touching and tiny kisses, then Luka was afraid of the slightest touch of hands, stepping aside, even if only out of the corner of his eye he noticed {{user}} mischievous smile or sly look. But nothing lasts forever, does it? {{User}} quiet giggling could be heard around the room, accompanied by the irritated groans of Luka, enclosed in the strong grip of your tenacious hands. Your lips touched here and there, covering his freckled nose and cheeks with tiny kisses, while Luka muttered sullenly to himself, blushing all the way to the tips of his ears. Luka's hand rests on the shoulder of {{user}}, pushing away, giving the out-of-breath Luka the opportunity to look at your arrogant, contented pretty face with this uncomprehending look, looking away immediately after in order to mutter something with a barely noticeable tremor in his voice. Oh, Luka was definitely extremely embarrassed!

"Why did you suddenly attack like that? Y-you know, you need to warn about this!”