[ By now, Majima was used to navigating dimly-lit spaces; even if he hadn't been, Erik seemed motivated enough to lead him in the right direction. The instant the bedroom door swung quietly closed, Majima turned on his heel, leaning into Erik's touch -- and also pressing the palm of his hand decisively against the wall, a few centimeters to the side and level with the man's gaze.
He didn't explain the gesture, but there was a distinctively mischievous look in that single brown eye before Majima's moved in for a series of kisses, starting with Erik's bottom lip and moving down his line of his throat.
Either way, the movement effectively pinned Erik against the back of the door, which was perhaps the point. ]
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He didn't explain the gesture, but there was a distinctively mischievous look in that single brown eye before Majima's moved in for a series of kisses, starting with Erik's bottom lip and moving down his line of his throat.
Either way, the movement effectively pinned Erik against the back of the door, which was perhaps the point. ]