Hey Claire, here's what you prompted a few days ago!
Not too smutty, but I think it's nice.
This is also dedicated to everyone out there who thinks they're not beautiful- nonsense, lovelies.
Delectable
Blaine is too still, Kurt thinks, kissing up his stomach. He knows Blaine's usually a little sleepy after an orgasm, but come on- Kurt's already up for round two (pun intended), Blaine can't still be tired. Plus, Kurt's kissing his stomach; he knows Blaine loves that.
He licks a nipple and it hardens, but Blaine doesn't move. When he looks up, Blaine's staring at the ceiling.
"I was hoping you'd find me prettier than the ceiling, you know. At least enough to look at me instead," he says teasingly, but Blaine doesn't smile. When he looks down at him, Kurt sees tears welling up in his eyes. "Baby?" he asks, scandalized. "What's wrong?"
Blaine shakes his head, looks up at the ceiling again.
"Hey, no." Kurt all but crawls up to hover over him, but even when he's blocking Blaine's view, he feels as if Blaine's looking right through him. It hurts. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?"
"Not everything is about you, okay?" Blaine snaps, and then shuts eyes and groans. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I'm stupid and I say things I don't mean and then I hurt you and then-"
"Blaine," Kurt cups his cheek with a gentle palm. "It's okay. I'm not hurt. Can you please tell me what happened?"
Blaine shrugs like a little boy who's angry for not getting ice cream before dinner.
"Blaine."
He sighs, blinking a few times to try and scatter the tears. "Sometimes I wish you'd never have seen anything that was under my stupid Dalton blazer."
Kurt frowns. "What do you mean? Do you not like having sex?"
"No, not that… ugh."
Kurt waits for him to continue.
"I know you're disappointed."
He bites his lip, letting Blaine finish.
"And I know I don't look… good, okay?" The tears become too many and start rolling down his cheeks. "Or at least not like how you expected me to look. I know I have a stupid, fat stomach, and stupid, fat thighs-"
"Wow, wow, wow, wait a second. You think I don't like the way you look?" Well that guy's clearly not been hanging around for the last couple of months.
"I know you don't."
Kurt shakes his head in disbelief. "You're a dumbass, Blaine Anderson. Of course I love everything about you! How can I not? You're the most beautiful, handsome, amazing man I've ever met. You're my soulmate, B. How could you ever think there's any part of you that I don't love?"
Blaine's wriggling under him, trying to roll away, but Kurt doesn't let him go. Eventually he sighs. "Sorry, okay? I'm stupid, stupid, stupid-"
Kurt presses his palm against Blaine's lips to shut him up. "You are not stupid. I love you. But you don't get to talk about my boyfriend like that, is that clear? You are beautiful. And I'm going to tell you that every second of every day until you believe me." He pulls his hand away, and Blaine inhales a shuddery breath. "Beautiful, okay?" Blaine shrugs again; Kurt rests a hand between them, on the lovely swell of Blaine's stomach. "I like your soft stomach. I like cuddling with you and resting my head on it. I like tickling it. I like kissing it and biting it the way you love."
Blaine's lower lip is shuddering like he's about to sob, but silent tears keep rolling down his face as he makes no sound. Kurt moves his hand to Blaine's thigh, not breaking eye contact; he knows Blaine's body so well he doesn't have to look to know where he's placing his hand.
"I like your thighs. I like that they have such strong muscles that can keep working for a long while whenever you ride me. I like that when I twine our legs when I'm cold at night, yours don't feel boney, but soft and comfy."
He brings his hand back to Blaine's cheek, stroking it gently, a ghost of a touch. "And I like you. A lot. Even in your sweatpants, without gel, before you brush your teeth in the morning, when you're snoring and drooling on the pillow. I'd love you even if you weren't so amazingly strong after boxing so much, or if you had pimples all over your face, or if your eyebrows were normal. I'd love you in any way, shape or form. Because you're mine, okay?"
Blaine nods, still tearing.
"You're my prince charming. You're everything I've ever wanted. And yes, I think you're so beautiful."
Blaine's labored breathes hit Kurt's lips several times until he ducks down to kiss him tenderly.
"In fact, you're quite… delectable."
Blaine huffs out a breathy laugh.
"Do you want me to show you just how delectable I think you are?" he murmurs, deadly seductive, and Blaine shivers.
"Yes."
When he kisses back down Blaine's body, he makes sure to nibble just above his belly button, and when Blaine comes into his mouth, whimpering and grunting, he digs his fingernails so hard into Blaine's thighs they leave marks- you know, just so that when Blaine sees them in the mirror tomorrow, he remembers how delectable Kurt thinks he is.