If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.

Psalm 139:11-12

Minho's arms were wrapped around the aroused body of the blond man. Slowly and desirously, his fingers caressed Taemin's covered back. Taemin couldn't help smiling as he sensually wet Minho's lips with his.

It was still so new, so exciting for him. Minho's lips were soft and tasted deliciously of the sweet smoke of the cigarettes. Taemin put his arms around Minho's neck and pulled him close, so close that they could hear their mutual pounding hearts.

Firmly, Minho grasped Taemin's thighs and gently lowered his back to the floor. He hoped that the old blankets beneath them would give Taemin enough comfort. Only slowly and hesitantly but instinctively did Taemin move his hips against Minho's. A pleasurable gasp escaped him as he sensed that the beautiful man above him was as aroused as he was.

"Minho..." he breathed his name so lasciviously that it made Minho's mind spin.

Only reluctantly did Minho separate himself from Taemin's full lips to dig into the crook of his neck. Taemin's fingers clawed into Minho's dark hair. With each kiss Minho spread on his glowing skin, Taemin whimpered for more. Slowly, Minho let his hand trail over Taemin's shirt. Having Taemin's body so alluring and just for himself made him feel the tightness in his jeans once more.

Taemin moaned loudly as he felt Minho's hand wrap around his bulge between his legs. The massaging movements unleashed desires in him that he had never known before. But with the heated lust came another feeling.

Fear.

Taemin had not dared to think about what would await him in hell. He was aware that God was watching him and pronouncing his judgement on him. But it would be worse if he not only had before marriage, but even with a man. The trepidation went into his limbs and the heat he had just felt was gone. It was replaced by the cold terror of sin.

"Minho...wait, please." He begged his lover in a whisper.

Minho had to pause and concentrate on his breathing. After a moment, he looked into Taemin's glassy eyes. His cheeks were rosy and his hot breath called out to him in anticipation.

"I'm sorry." Taemin turned to the side, not daring to look at Minho.

The whole situation made him uncomfortable. He didn't want to but his body reacted strongly as Minho's arms wrapped around his trembling frame.

"You don't need to apologise." Minho's dark voice sounded gentle and honest.

"Yes I do..." only pitifully was Taemin's voice audible.

"It's okay." Minho reassured him and gave him a tender kiss on the back of the head.

"I feel like I'm lying to you, and I don't want to." Slowly Minho let his hands slide over Taemin's upper arm.

"It's okay if you're not ready. We have all the time in the world." Taemin knew Minho meant it. He wanted so badly to give him more, but the fear in him was stronger than the desire.

"When I am at home..." Taemin took a deep breath. He wanted to find the right words, but he did not want to sound lewd.

"...I want it. I think about you all the time. And then I make up my mind that I will do it, but then..."

"You get scared?" completed Minho the sentence Taemin had choked on.

The blond man could only nod slightly. Talking about it was uncomfortable for him, he didn't know how he would ever do it. His body craved it with every single cell, but he couldn't bring himself to give satisfaction to the hunger inside him.

"I'm scared too." he heard Minhos dark baritone say behing him. 

Taemin risked a glance behind him and a blanket of relief settled over him. Looking Minho in the eye, he could see no lie in it. Still shy, however, he turned to his lover and listened closely.

"This is all new to me too." Minho began gently, looking lovingly into the dark eyes of his counterpart.

Taemin didn't quite know if he could believe him. Minho was married and had a child. Not only did he have experience, but he certainly had expectations. Expectations that Taemin could never fulfil. With that thought, the roots of doubt drove deeper into the soil of his insecurity.

"I want us both to experience it together." Minho continued to speak slowly.

"I want us both to feel comfortable and ready for it."

Minho couldn't deny that he wanted it. He wanted to hold Taemin in his arms and feel him. He wanted Taemin to be his and he should be Taemin's alone. Taemin's hot skin pressed against his, his voice pleading for more. All that he desired. And if Taemin had been ready, he certainly wouldn't have held back.

But he wanted to show Taemin that he was serious about him. He wanted to show him that he had nothing to worry about. Even if their bodies had