A somewhat poetic drabble today. Hope you like!
(Also, thanks for all the congrats yesterday! :D )
You Are Home to Me
Blaine's hands; they're simple. They're gentle. They make Kurt's stomach flutter when they touch his skin oh-so-tenderly. One of the fingers carries a ring. Another one carries a little scar that Kurt likes kissing.
Blaine's arms; they're muscled, strong and powerful. When wrapped around Kurt, he feels safe, peaceful, in his natural habitat.
Blaine's belly; it's soft. Blaine hates it- Kurt loves it. It's just the perfect kind of hairy. The skin there is a little less tan than the skin on Blaine's arms, but it's still crispy-brown and lovely. Kurt bites it (with a playful glance) more than he kisses.
Blaine's waist; it's tiny. Kurt likes grabbing it, squeezing it, hugging it. He also tailors most of Blaine's shirts so they'd fit better around it.
Blaine's neck; its back is where Blaine's tan is darkest. It doesn't bruise easily, but Kurt enjoys trying to suck hickeys onto it anyway.
Blaine's hair; it's dark and glossy and so soft. Blaine doesn't gel it anymore, unless he's going to a black tie event. The curls bounce when Kurt tugs on them, which makes both boys giggle every time he does.
Blaine's nose; it's the cutest thing Kurt's ever seen. It gets scrunched up when Blaine smiles and when he's about to sneeze. Kurt kisses it as a greeting, as a Goodbye, or just when Blaine's being endearing.
Blaine's eyes; they're dark hazel, and Kurt could live inside them. They're hypnotizing, mesmerizing, gorgeous. The eyelashes on them are long and black and flutter on the tops of Blaine's cheeks when his eyelids are shut. Kurt has at least a dozen pictures of them.
Blaine's lips; soft, pink, smiling. Stretched wide when he's singing or laughing. Pursed when he concentrates. Burning Kurt with gentle fire whenever they kiss him.
Blaine; home.