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Staring at Tweeks face, he couldn’t help but notice the multiple dark dots scattered across his nose and similar lighter ones on the side of his cheeks.
“Hey, since when did you have freckles?” Craig asked, reaching his hand out to graze the skin on Tweeks nose softly. “Ngh—Since forever. They just disappear over—mh—over t-the winter and in South Park its like, always winter, b-but I guess I’ve been agh—getting extra sun lately.” Tweek shrugged, leaning back on the headboard of Craigs bed.
Craig sat up and turned towards Tweek, escaping the uncomfortable position of twisting his upper his body. “Do you have more?” Craig asked, moving his hand from Tweeks face down to his neck and then collar. Tweeks freckled cheeks turned a rosy, pink color at the gesture yet, he nodded wordlessly.
For a moment, Craig sat there, rubbing Tweeks olive green collar, contemplating on whether or not he should ask the question on his mind.
“Can I see?” He asked, in a soft voice to reassure Tweek that it was not forced and that he was allowed to draw the line wherever he pleased. “Wha—why!?” Tweek asked, his whole face turning red and his body shaking in anxiousness. “Just because I’m curious… You don’t have to, don’t feel pressured into saying yes! I won’t touch if you don’t want me to.” Craig explained, the fabric slipping from his fingertips as he moved his hand away.
“Ah… Um… I guess that’s okay… Y-you can gah!—you can touch…. b-but nowhere bellow the belt!” Tweek warned, pointing a shakey finger at Craig with his best firm face. Craig smiled softly, “I’m not going to grope you or anything sexual if that’s what you’re worried about.” He reassured. They were only in their freshman year of high school, just barely into the age of 15 and even if they were adults, Craig would never do something without Tweeks consent.
“O-Okay..” Tweek breathed out, trusting Craig and then unbuttoning his button up shirt, tossing it on the other side of the bed and then crossing his arms, to cover his stomach. He felt exposed and slightly uncomfortable, as anyone would, being shirtless in your boyfriends room for the first time. Craig hummed, his fingers sliding down Tweeks shoulder to his elbow which was covered in freckles. Craig guided Tweek to turn around slightly and saw that the freckles trailed all the way around the upper region of his back.
His arm and shoulder was bumpy and as he went furthur down on Tweeks arm he saw the several scratch scars on his wrist. Craig frowned at the sight. Tweek gulped nervously about to withdraw his hand in shame from Craigs grasp but stopped himself when Craig brought it up to his lips and kissed the mostly healed scars.
Craig went back to admiring Tweeks freckles, he wondered if there were any on his thighs, considering he heard people with a lot of freckles commonly have freckles on their thighs as well but that question would have to wait for another time. For now, he was content with the brown dots splayed all across Tweeks back and shoulders. He stared in awe and started planting chaste pecks onto each freckle, wanting to make sure every single one of them had its own individual kiss so they all felt special, despite them being innanimate.
“Agh! C-Craig! Pff—What are you doing!?” Tweek asked, startled yet he started to laugh at the contact. Craig smiled against his bisque-colored skin before leaning back to meet Tweek face-to-face. “You’re so cute.” Craig said simply, not bothering to explain more, just cupping Tweeks face and pulling him forward to kiss the freckles on his nose, hoping that this was enough of an explanation.
And it seems it was enough because Tweeks twitching and shaking slipped away, a wide grin growing as he giggled at the affection.