@apostleled || BIRTHDAY DRABBLE
its as easy as breathing air …
the way he lets the younger teen lay against him while stowing away on the roof . nothing but time until the sun comes up knowing that they won’t be checked on until the next day when its time for school . this is all he needs , the need to feel safe and warm while providing the same comfort for the best friend that he has . if they didn’t want them on the roof then they really shouldn’t make it so easy , but it is and here they are watching the stars as they often do . the tricky part is trying NOT to succumb to sleep knowing if they do then they’ll surely be caught . not that they care much , the time together is always worth the punishment . they know if they do the crime they’ll do the time but finding it in them to care simply does not strike them under the gorgeous night and stars .
its as easy as breathing air …
how they embrace upon reuniting years and years after being apart . the are completely different people now . not boys anymore , but both MEN who have seen the darker sides of the human race . both relating and despite not knowing each other anymore its as if they never left the other’s side . deep down they know the heart of the other and how it calls to them now , pulling at the edges toward a companion that they’ve known all along . ❝ you’ve grown so much … ❞ paul states as if he didn’t know it would happen . the silly statement is one nuri laughs at against the shell of paul’s ear , neither one appearing to lighten the embrace anytime soon . ❝ growth spurts are like that . ❞ they both laugh and remain tied together by a bond they thought had fizzled out but realize that is stronger than they could have ever hoped for . the apostle has his disciple and they shall never be parted again .
its as easy as breathing air …
when their hips glide together , slow and steady and lovingly . every move more passionate than the next . finger dig into nuri’s broad chest from where the apostle straddles him . nuri is buried deep within paul and its a brand of worship that almost feels TO MUCH LIKE SALVATION to feel right , but prayers are said on those lips when nuri sits up and presses them against paul’s heated flesh . fingers lose themselves in paul’s long locks tugging ever so slightly with every rhythmic pattern of hips moving against his . perhaps he’ll have to ATONE for the lust coursing their his veins , an argument can be made though in the capacity that this is more than LUST , its a breath of fresh air as they make love in the twilight cascading through his open curtains .
both their hearts merge as one , all of their hopes and dreams intertwined with one another . paul can feel that gush of heat rising within his thighs as beads of sweat form around his brow . he stops with only a few grinds more of his hips letting the disciple groan into his shoulder . all that is need is the words that lift through his lips already brushing against nuri’s ear . ❝ i love you . ❞
nuri is his AIR , his salvation , his motivation , and his everything . he’s what paul has waited for his entire life despite being right under his nose for those few years . yet both still teens and confused as hell trying to just survive in a world that didn’t WANT them , but they’ve always wanted each other . doesn’t matter how long they’d been apart . GOD’S WILL has brought them together again and nothing could take him from the apostle .
its as easy as breathing air to love the man that a divine power said he had the very right to . and who is he to say no to that ??










