Arthur watched the other man go about getting a couple things, the snow drew a cocked brow but then he realized it was likely for washing up later.

Having him sit on the bed at his hip had him brush his fingers against the man's own, pausing as his head was tilted, the motion oddly erotic, and then he readied for a kiss, only to be denied and-what?

"Flip me?" he grinned doubtfully. He was bigger than the other man and, magical box or not, he wasn't sure he could handle him like that. Curiosity piqued.

"Go and try."