"Oh, that was nice," Eugene sighed, fresh from the nice bath after doing it once more in the shower. Warm and fluffy inside Arthur's nightrobe, he sank himself onto the soft mattress. "Is your rug okay?"
Arthur, in another nightrobe, narrowed his eyes to check for any leftover spill on the fabric. "I've never dirtied my rug when I was a teenager."
Eugene arched his brow. "Not even while playing with yourself?"
"I did it in the shower."
"Even though you had a partially soundproofed room?" Eugene propped himself up, gesturing around the bedroom. "This is practically a teenage boy's dream room, you know."
"I didn't know," Arthur shrugged, climbing onto the bed to the laughing Eugene's embrace. "I was afraid Ashley would suddenly break into my room."
"Couldn't you just lock your room?"
