[Erik didn't recognize any of the tattoos for what they represented. In his world, he wasn't a part of any groups and hadn't spent time in any areas where he might have seen something like that. His focus had been surviving and then Shaw, with little room for much else.
And while there wasn't any recognition, there wasn't any fear either.
He crosses the room and lays his hand on Majima's shoulder, pressing back slowly - testing, figuring out where the lines are. They've already kissed and are clearly interested in one another, but that doesn't tell him if the other man prefers to top or bottom. A dominant or submissive partner. If he gets the go ahead, he'll push Majima down and straddle his lap, leaning in to kiss him again.]
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And while there wasn't any recognition, there wasn't any fear either.
He crosses the room and lays his hand on Majima's shoulder, pressing back slowly - testing, figuring out where the lines are. They've already kissed and are clearly interested in one another, but that doesn't tell him if the other man prefers to top or bottom. A dominant or submissive partner. If he gets the go ahead, he'll push Majima down and straddle his lap, leaning in to kiss him again.]