"Ah--"

He lets himself be moved, heartbeat quickening as his back presses up against the door. If it was unclear before exactly how far Roland was assuming they'd need to go to satisfy whatever is expected of them, it isn't any longer.

Part of him thinks to protest -- his outfit is already embarrassing enough without stains and is now really the time, with their friends dying on screen just twenty feet away -- but the rest of him is distracted by those hands on his hips and how close the two of them are and how warm the closet is getting. He undoes one of the buttons at the neck of Roland's pajamas, pushing the neckline back so he can kiss at the other man's collarbone.