He let out a small sigh as his back presses against the door. His hands shift a little higher, his thumbs brushing upwards under the hem of Shikamaru's shirt, over the skin right above the waist of his pants. The rest of his fingers gripped at the other a little firmer to pull him closer.

For once, he didn't want to have to think long-term about something. He was happy doing this right here and right now.