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Arthur yelps from the smack to his ass, that was still too sensitive. He pushes at Walter’s arms. “It’s my fucking bathroom, I don’t have to knock.”
"Hmph, your fucking bathroom, hm? If that's how you treat your guests, perhaps I shouldn't come over anymore." But before Arthur could take that comment seriously, he leaned in and stole a quick kiss. "I suppose it doesn't really matter anyway, you've seen me naked already." A shrug, a small chuckle, and he went to get his vest from the bedroom.




