Title: Ivory
Author: blaineandersassy
Rating: PG-13 (I suppose)
Word Count: ~300
Warnings: Vaguely suggestive at points.
Description: Prose poetry drabble. Simply put, Kurt is very aesthetically pleasing, and Blaine has always prided himself on his way with words.
Ivory. Not white for it is too clean, nor eggshell for it is too yellow, nor alabaster for it is too brown, nor porcelain for it is too weak, but ivory. Kurt's skin is ivory in every sense of the word, and Blaine has never seen anyone so beautiful.
Stretched out, long, lean, lithe, over sheets a color that reminded him of Kurt's lips after being bitten red and swollen, he takes a moment to simply admire. It amazes Blaine how at one time a person can be so soft and so hard. Ivory.
He'd never seen skin so smooth, so flawless, in his life. Skating his fingers from Kurt's slender waist, to the muscled expanse of his shoulders, then back down again to rest upon supple hips, it feels like Blaine is dipping his hands in silk. He lets it run between his fingers, pouring over dips and drops and sinking to the bottom of an ocean that smells like warm.
Warm is a word that Kurt always is, too. Feels warm in his palm as he holds those hands that look like they were chiseled by He himself. Chiseled from ivory.
Hard and sharp like an elephant tusk is the tight line of his mouth that Blaine kisses away. He eases out the tension that creeps into Kurt's rigid spine with butterfly presses of lips, the ghosts of a promise that it does, in fact, get better.
It is sweet, and he is sweet, and they are sweet, while the contrasting salt of Kurt's skin tastes like home on his tongue when he presses a kiss to Kurt's forehead. The wrinkles like waves of worry melt away under his touch, giving way to the smooth ivory plane he loves so much.
We're doing color-inspired prose poetry in creative writing, so I decided to do some with a Klaine spin. I like it so much I'm gonna take the names out and hand it in.
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