[ Majima pressed his hips up against Erik's, rubbing lightly up against him the way a cat might a new acquaintance. Languid. Luxuriant. Warm hands, calloused in those spots where his fingers would contact the hilt of a dagger, ran over the smooth expanse of Erik's back and shoulders. He said nothing, but Majima's expression was appreciative -- he could respect a man who looked like he could take care of himself in a fight. Preferred it, actually.
A careless kick separated Majima from the clinging of the rest of his clothing. He reached out with a lean, muscled forearm then, and tapped Erik's collarbone twice with the tips of his fingers. Then, carefully so it was obvious he was trying to communicate something, he pressed his palm to the center of Erik's chest, and gave him a light push, accompanied by a half step away. He held that position for a moment or two, head canted toward the man to see if he'd been understood. ]
If you need to tap out.
[ Without the benefit of language, and with the goal of trying to keep things quiet in mind, he wanted to establish a clear signal if Erik wanted to put a brake on things. ]
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A careless kick separated Majima from the clinging of the rest of his clothing. He reached out with a lean, muscled forearm then, and tapped Erik's collarbone twice with the tips of his fingers. Then, carefully so it was obvious he was trying to communicate something, he pressed his palm to the center of Erik's chest, and gave him a light push, accompanied by a half step away. He held that position for a moment or two, head canted toward the man to see if he'd been understood. ]
If you need to tap out.
[ Without the benefit of language, and with the goal of trying to keep things quiet in mind, he wanted to establish a clear signal if Erik wanted to put a brake on things. ]