[ Majima's response was to push forward, spreading some of those kisses around to Tim's neck and shoulders, and slowly but surely leaning his boyfriend back against the arm of the sofa. By the time Tim's back was pressed against up against the upholstery, there was what one might call a new note of anticipation to his smile. ]

Gimme five minutes, then. I'll meet ya in the bedroom.

[ And then he'd slip loose, the better to throw a smile over his shoulder. ]

Oh... you're not real attached to that shirt, are ya? I've got spares.

[ There was absolutely 0 chance that Majima had snuck a look at his Christmas present!! ]