Merlin

Indie Merlin, semi-selective. This is a side blog to kingsmanmakings. Please read the rules before following. Mun and muse are 21+.

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Harry looked to the images, trying to pick out anything Merlin hadn’t yet mentioned but this was certainly something very different indeed.

  A Capital city, public warnings, a biological threat unleashed on an aware public.

This could complicate matters. 

“…I’ll need to get a full briefing on this man’s past, his political beliefs, things he may have access to…I’m sure we’ll find the time to establish a good reason for me being there…”

  He looked idly to the fireplace as Merlin asked if he got enough sleep.

“…I slept well enough.” he replied, his face the perfect example of ‘poker face’. “…And I’m sure I’ll stand up to the challenge, Merlin. Have no fear.”

  When he was dismissed, he got up, buttoned his jacket and walked straight out towards the desk. Looking to neither Merlin, nor Arthur.

“…Anybody in?” he asked, gesturing to the door, knowing at this hour it was unlikely any customers were in there.

     “I’ll have everything you need.” Merlin was also very poker faced, he needed to be in front of Arthur, and he was proud of Harry for passing his little test.

       “Meet me in my office, Galahad.” Merlin waited until he was out of the room before he turned back to Arthur. “I could have the Rainmaker finished tonight if I work late, I can have it field tested by morning. I’d like to send it with Galahad tomorrow if I can have it properly vetted before then, the weather will lend itself to an umbrella tomorrow and it’ll be easier for him to slip past security. The conditions are right for a field test after I run a few more private tests.”

         Arthur appeared to be thinking it over; he sometimes made decisions that made Merlin’s life difficult, so he did not know what to expect him to say, but the elderly man eventually nodded. “If you can assure me of its safety, I’ll allow it.” 

           “Thank you. If you’ll excuse me, I have an agent to train.” 

             The man standing behind the desk nodded cordially. “The room is empty, it’s all yours, sir.”

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Harry sat back and nodded to Merlin as usual before sliding on his glasses.

“…Really? Fancy sampling the culinary delights of dear Paris?” he asked with a smirk. “…or do you have something I’ll be using that you can’t bear out of your sight.”

 He knew full well what Merlin was keen on keeping in his sights….and it wasn’t just the rainmaker.

  He watched the images come up and sat up a little more in his chair.

“…Bio-terrorism.” he said as Merlin explained the mission. “…Something we’re not used to seeing. Any idea of the contaminant or pathogen? Has he given a manifesto?”

      “We don’t have many details, we only know his intentions. He’s made them very public. I believe his motivations are political, we know he’s planning to attend a local politician’s rally tomorrow evening, that’s where you’ll try to apprehend him, but you need to establish if the bomb has been planted first.”

        Merlin did not like this mission, there were too many unknown factors, too many moving parts. He did not want to send Harry, but it was Arthur that made the decision who was going to participate in the mission. Originally, he had a different handler, but Merlin pulled his strings and inserted himself into the equation instead. 

           “We’re gonna run a few drills today, I hope you got plenty of sleep last night.” He already knew he did not.

             “Merlin, you and Galahad have the rest of the day to prepare, you leave tomorrow afternoon. You’re dismissed, gentlemen. Good luck.” Arthur did not appear to be any the wiser about what his agents were up to; they had done a good job of hiding it.

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Harry walked in, and pulling on the peg, entered in, closing the door behind him before positioning himself in front of the mirror and with a puff of general disagreement set about trying to tame the wayward curls.

  It took a re-soaking of his hair, followed by a blow dry with a comb and liberal amounts of pomade at his roots to get the usual careless flick and side parting.

  Spraying himself with some aftershave, he hoped he would lose the scent of his lover. At least he didn’t have to worry about Merlin’s hair on his jacket.

  He tidied up after himself and walking back into the shop nodded to Dagonet.

“Appreciated. I say, would you mind fridging this for me, Cedric?” he asked, handing him the lunch box. “…I think I’m running late.”

  After giving him the box, he jogged up the stairs, buttoning his jacket and opening the double doors, walked in and took his place at Arthur’s right. Waiting for his morning passive aggressive remark.

      “I don’t mind, sir.” Cedric knew that Harry was running late, he knew most of what was going on in the meeting room; it was vital to know so that he did not accidentally allow the agents to be disturbed during sensitive conversations. He took the lunchbox and Harry’s items so he could have them turned over to headquarters and waiting for him after the meeting.

         “Late again, Galahad.” Merlin did not have to say anything, it was Arthur that spoke up, grunted from the head of the table with his disapproving glare, but he did not appear to notice that Harry slept anywhere but his own home the night before, especially not once his hair was sorted.

          “Have a seat, Galahad, we’ve got a new job for you.” Merlin was surprisingly a bit more polite about his agent’s lateness, but he felt sort of responsible for it.  “You’re going to Paris, and I’ll be coming with you as your handler.”

             Merlin brought a few images up on the screen behind them that showed a large building in the city. “This is your destination, we have reports of a former employee planning to target this location next. He’s been involved in a few smaller explosions that we know of, but he’s still on the run. We don’t normally get involved in bomb threats, but this one is unique; he was a weapons developer before he was placed on psychiatric leave, and we have intel that suggests this isn’t just any bomb. He’s called this his ‘grand finale’, and I have reason to believe he means it. Your target has the knowledge and resources to create a dirty bomb, and we think he’s planning to hide it there somewhere.” At least their target was kind enough to give them the date they were planning to attack, probably attempting to make a statement with their actions.

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Harry nodded once, indicating he understood, but when he realised what Merlin’s knowing glance meant, he had to fight a smirk.

“Awfully kind of you. You do know how much I enjoy my lie-ins, Merlin.”

  He looked back to his side of the window, keeping his eyes away from the distraction of the Quartermaster who had shared his body only last night.

“…I will be ready…You know that you needn’t worry about that. I’m always up for the challenge.”

 When the familiar sight of Savile Row appeared, he seized his lunchbox from the spare seat between them and got out of the cab, nodding his thanks.

At the thirty minute notice, he lowered his eyes briefly in gratitude and then ran up the stairs and preparing himself shook his head in mock agitation.

He looked to Dagonet behind the counter.

“…I apologise for my appearance, Cedric.” he explained. “…Bloody powercut this morning and I couldn’t blow dry it, mind if I sort it out in Three?” he asked, heading to the room.

    Merlin grabbed his items from the cab and closed the door before he went into Arthur’s office to give him a quick briefing before the actual meeting started; he was sent information and needed to make strategic adjustments to the plan before they presented it to their agent.

     “Good morning, Arthur, I’ve reviewed our latest mission.” He transformed seamlessly from Hamish to Merlin, all business as he flipped through pages on the screen at the center of his clipboard. “I’d like to send Galahad in undercover. Our targets run a large, lucrative factory. I could get him a position as a security guard, they’ll never notice a new face with the number of employees they have, the turnover rate is relatively high. Acting as a security guard will give him the freedom and access to search for our hostage without raising suspicion.” 

     Arthur usually took his advice, and he was confident enough that he would that he already started formulating Harry’s false identity. “I want to handle this mission personally. I like to keep a sharp eye when I’m sending my agents to infiltrate.” That was not the only reason, but he could not tell Arthur why he really wanted to fly to Paris to look after Harry.

      The elderly man behind the counter nodded cordially when Harry came into the shop, rolling a bit of measuring tape between his fingers. “Fitting room three is available, sir.” He did not ask questions, it was not his job to; he knew what Kingsman really was and protected its secrets with the politeness of a gentleman. 

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Harry managed to catch a glimpse of that simply fucking spectacular arse and glad that he had the perfectly polished sheen of professionalism that came from years of on the job practice.

As Merlin gave the order, Harry was already looking ahead with an air of someone ready to get down to business as Merlin asked him about his French, without breaking his stride he said:

“Acceptable, Merlin. Merci de demander.”

      “I’ll give you more details later, but so far I can tell you that you’ll fly to Paris tomorrow afternoon.” Merlin looked at Harry knowingly; an afternoon flight meant that they could spend the rest of the night together and the morning, and he did not have to take responsibility as it was Arthur’s decision.

        “I hope you’re ready, we have a long day of training ahead.” Merlin had less than twenty four hours to prepare Harry for his next mission and both of them were running on very little sleep. They could make it if they both worked hard; they were also trained in functioning with sleep deprivation, and the couple of hours they got were more than he gave his students when he taught the course.

          The cab pulled up beside the tailor shop and Merlin held the door for his agent to get out. “You have thirty minutes before we meet with Arthur. If there’s anything you need to do inside, now is the time.”

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Harry walked down the steps, and seeing the cab already formulated his excuse by the time he’d reached the bottom step of Merlin’s place.

  He’d dropped by this morning to ask Merlin to take care of something of his for safe keeping. Merlin had been plating up his lunch and him, being a cheeky bastard and a chancer had asked for some. 

Nobody need know anything more than that.

“…Certainly.” he agreed and gesturing to the cab. “After you, old boy.”  he said, meeting his eyes and smirking slightly before walking after Merlin.

  He was going to bloody enjoy this.

      Merlin held the Rainmaker’s case and his lunch in one hand and his clipboard in the other, so it was convenient that Harry opened the door for him, but alarm bells were going off when he suggested he get in first; Harry was a cheeky little shit sometimes. He flashed him a mild warning look before he turned and climbed into the cab as quickly as he could before Harry could be tempted by his bending over.

      “Take us to the tailor shop, please, sir.” Merlin was ready to get to work even before they arrived. When he was in his seat, he began tapping into the screen on his clipboard, setting up a series of tasks for the day. “Arthur wants a meeting once we arrive, he has a new job for us. How’s your French, Galahad?”

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Harry was ignoring his coffee in favour of mentally undressing Merlin again. How could cashmere conceal raw sex so well.

  He sipped his lukewarm coffee and got to his feet, pressing a kiss to his lovers cheek.

“Yes, Sir.”

 He checked his tie in the mirror, swept back his hair that refused to comply and slid back into it’s former place again almost immediately. He sighed and as Merlin handed him his lunchbox, smiled instead.

“You do look after me, Merlin…You’re entirely too kind. I just need to do one thing before we go…”

  He leaned in, and pressed his nose into the side of Merlin’s neck, going for where he wore his aftershave.

  God that smell…

It drove him wild.

He felt his cock flex, his stomach quiver, and his heart flutter all at once.

“…Alright. Let’s go!”

         Merlin secretly admired his partner’s hair as it was with the abundance of curls, how wild it was and the way its untamed nature matched Harry’s personality, but he could not ask him to wear it that way while they were working unless they were discussing the fact that he had no choice because Merlin, for obvious reasons, did not use hair product or have it in his house for his agent to use.

         He blinked in confusion as Harry put his nose near his neck, hands squeezing his agent’s backside until he said he was ready to go. “Come on, then.” Merlin carried the long case with the rainmaker inside out of his home, turned on the security system and held the door for Harry before he closed it. There was a cab already waiting for him outside, the same cab he always took to work in the morning. “Would you like to ride with me?” They could at least brush it off as a meeting before work where the cab driver was concerned, he would never know the difference.

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Harry tried not to roll his eyes and nodded.

“Understood, Merlin.”

  But if he managed to submit it just before noon, it would still be morning, wouldn’t it?

“Yes, I’m all sorted and anything I’m not sorted for I can get in fitting room three. I also made you a coffee…but I’m not sure how you take it.”

  When Merlin mentioned a packed lunch, he smirked.

“Domestic God, Nymphomaniac, and brain of Kingsman…I don’t suppose you have any other titles I should be aware of?” he smiled, teasing Merlin and squeezing the hand that was on his knee affectionately. 

      “Thank you.” Merlin sipped his coffee, but he kept an eye on his watch to make sure they were not going to be late for work as he did; he was the picture of relaxation, but he was always on his guard and had immaculate timing; he was finished with his coffee about the time they were ready to leave. 

         “It’s time for us to go, I don’t want you to be late for work.” Merlin got up, cleaned out his mug and the station for their coffee before he went back to his hidden lab to retrieve the long suitcase carrying the Rainmaker; he promised Harry it would be ready in a week’s time. His office secured and kitchen cleaned, he got their packed lunches and gave one to Harry. “Ready to go?”

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“Oh don’t!” he replied. “…It’s a nightmare, always has been.” But his derision for his natural hair state faded when his lover kissed his neck.

  Harry was as flexible as putty in his arms.

  Looking for the coffee he mentioned he thanked him and head to pour himself a cup and a cup for Merlin before realising he had no idea how his quartermaster took his coffee.

  He decided to make it black without sugar so he could adapt it as he wished and sat down, trying once again to get his head together.

  Merlin was a jaguar. Sleek and well presented on the outside, but a powerful engine that could go for miles on the inside.

Christ, he could feel the ache from accommodating him even now and the soreness that despite the lube and soaking in hot water remained behind like a kiss on a steamed mirror.

  Hearing his lover come down the stairs, he broke his day dream and looked to him.

“…I feel fine, thank you, Merlin, and I shall. I’ll behave myself and have it presented to him first thing…ish.”

     “Before lunch, Harry; any later and it won’t be morning anymore, will it?” Merlin tried to sound stern, put on his strict voice, but a small smile pulled through, only detectable to anyone that knew him well enough to look for it. “Do you have everything you need? We have time for one more cup of coffee before we go into work.” 

       Merlin went to the pot he made and noticed the cup that was poured but did not have any sugar or cream; he appreciated the thought and glanced back at his agent before he finished preparing the coffee and sat down at the table beside him. “I packed a lunch for both of us.” He had two lunches in tupperware waiting for them. “The pasta from last night, I thought you’d like to try it while you’re less distracted.” The quartermaster sipped his coffee, but one hand was beneath the table and squeezing Harry’s knee.

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Harry glanced back as the kiss came and departed just as swiftly.

  A shame. He was looking forwards to some fun with Merlin in the shower…

Ah well…

  He made swift work of cleaning himself in the shower, scrubbing off semen, sweat, and saliva as he tried to get his mind into a more work orientated frame.

  He had to try and at least appear half way together for Arthur though with the ache in his back and hips, that might be difficult.,

  He searched around in Merlin’s various toiletries for something he could use as shampoo and finding some body wash, figured that by raiding fitting room 3 on the way to the meeting might be able to slick it back into something more like his usual style.

  It wouldn’t be a terrible hardship. Though if this were to become a regular thing, he might need to consider bringing his own supplies and storing them here.

  After cleaning up, he got out of the shower and towel trying his hair before it had chance to curl as much as it normally did, he pressed his fingers into make shift straightening irons to make it behave.

  No luck.

Shaving swiftly, he was grateful that his lover didn’t have a beard or the jig would most definitely be up.

  Dressing again in a suit that was almost clean, he head back downstairs and presented himself to Merlin for inspecting with a soft: ‘Ta Da’

      Merlin would have enjoyed getting into the shower with Harry, touching his skin and teasing him more, but he knew that it would distract both of them; Harry had a difficult time getting ready without his bad influence to make it worse, and Arthur would be suspicious if they were both late. Merlin was going to do what he could to schedule their next day off together so they could luxuriate in each others company in the morning.

       If Harry did not bring his own supplies, Merlin would supply them; it was his job to make sure his agents had all they needed, and he could not show up to work with his Galahad’s hair out of order every morning without once again raising suspicion. It was difficult to keep secrets when you worked with spies, but Merlin was a master of keeping things hidden.

         “You should wear your hair like that more often.” He finished packing their lunches and looked over Harry’s suit when he came down the stairs freshly showered and suited. “Good enough to eat.” Merlin held his waist and kissed his neck before he went to the stairs. “I’m going to shower. I put on a pot of coffee, help yourself. I won’t be long.” Merlin perfected the military shower, especially after he shaved his head; he could shower from head to toe in five minutes under pressure, but he had a bit more time than that, so he took a couple of extra minutes. He had never made love like that before, but he had never been intimate with someone that had his agent’s stamina before.

         Merlin’s routine was simple; he brushed his teeth, shaved, put on his aftershave and deodorant, dressed in his jumper and came back with his clipboard in his arm. Instead of keeping it in his office, it was one piece of equipment that he kept close at all times; wherever he was, it was always within reach. “How do you feel, darling? Don’t forget to deliver your report to Arthur this morning.” He was wearing his glasses and reading a document, transforming from Hamish to Merlin.

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Harry could have swallowed Merlin whole. 

  Pressing against him, squeezing him closer, aching to feel the flex of his own member and to be entered again.

  He’d walk in with an afterglow, soaked in sweat, hair sex-styled and smile in Arthur’s face without so much as a word for another session like last night, but Merlin was steadfast and went to run his shower.

  Harry lay back, half erect and aching for more…

What a wonderful night…What a perfect night…

Hamish was a wonderful lover and was thorough in both foreplay and aftercare..Harry wondered if he could have filled in a field report as a joke for him but had an idea that Merlin might find the waste of resources disconcerting.

  Hearing his lover, he sat up and looked up, taking his hand.

“…Hmm, my darling, you spoil me…” he muttered, walking to the steamy room and looking forwards to showering, he was feeling rather sticky.

      Harry could make him think about what they would do after work that night by leaving him wanting more, but Merlin could do the same thing, and he was content his job was done when he felt his partner’s cock react. “Enjoy your shower, I’m going to clean up our mess.” Merlin was efficient and he had limited time before they left for work.

        Lips touched his neck, scruff on his chin stroking his skin before he left the bathroom and took the tray from their breakfast downstairs. While Harry showered, Merlin did the washing he left from dinner and breakfast, cleaned his cooking space until it was immaculate and started a fresh pot of coffee so Harry could have another cup when he came out of the shower. He also packed lunch for both of them consisting of the pasta he made for them that his agent never got the chance to try; he would have preferred if he tried it fresh, but it was still going to be delicious.

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Harry was taken by surprise and the noise he made ensured Merlin knew that as he pounced on him, and kissed him.

  Harry wrapped his limbs around him, embracing his body to his and pulling it as close as possible.

He knew that Merlin would have already calculated this into their morning routine and decided to give him everything he had in this brief pocket of romance.

  He slid his tongue into Merlin’s mouth, flicking lightly against his tongue before feeling his cock engorge once more.

  He knew there was no time and so pressed on with fully teasing the Quartermaster enough to drive him insane throughout the day with what could come later.

      Merlin kissed Harry slowly, tasted his tongue as they sensually caressed each other, felt his agent’s engorged manhood that made his react, but there was not time to indulge, not this morning, but he would have if there was more. Harry was determined to drive him mad with lust, and as his hand touched his long leg, felt his hip and his ribs, he almost did not care if they were going to be late, but self control was one of his main traits, he needed to hold on to his senses if he was going to keep this a secret from Arthur; he would suspect something if his agency’s Merlin began slipping in his duties. 

           “Alright, darling....” Merlin licked his lips when the kiss ended, tasted traces of Harry’s and the breakfast they both had. “Wait here, I’ll run your shower.” Fingers combed his hair back before he untangled himself and went slowly to the bathroom, ran the water and began to warm it. He set out toiletries for Harry to use and a plush towel, a razor, shaving cream, aftershave. He had everything but hair product available for him to use, but there was shampoo and conditioner from one of the overnight bags he kept stored for his agents if he needed to bring them supplies. He came out in a puff of steam once the water was nice and hot, smiled at his agent as he reached for his hand. “Come on now, in you go.”

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Harry pretended to muse on it, wondering if he wanted to test the theory he’d proposed and then smiled and enjoyed the kiss, closing his eyes and committing it to memory to enjoy later.

“…I’ll be sure to make you the best Bouillabaisse I’ve ever made then, Hamish…”

  Harry ate the rest of the breakfast swiftly and after he’d cleaned his plate entirely leaned across and kissed Merlin on the lips once, then a few more times until Merlin decided that they had to move on to the bathroom.

       “I have no doubt it’s going to be brilliant.” Harry had a lot of skills, many of them Merlin knew about, but there were still others for him to learn.

          As Harry leaned across the table to kiss him, Merlin held his chin, lips slowly moving against his partner’s, tasting his tongue. He looked at the clock, quickly calculating how much time they had before he moved the tray off of the bed, putting it back on the nightstand and then suddenly tackling his partner back into the duvet. He put his arms around Harry’s waist and threw his weight into him, pushing back into bed before kissing him again. He could not stay there for long, only a couple of minutes before he had to up and start the day, but he wanted to spend the last of them enjoying Harry’s skin, his lips.

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Harry obliged him in wearing the robe and when sitting down he tucked in.

“This looks almost as good as you…” Harry remarked before spearing a whole, rather long sausage on his fork and eyeing it mischeviously before locking eyes with Merlin again. “…almost.”

  He took a bite from it and gave a chuckle as he began to eat more appropriately, admittedly very hungry from missing dinner.

“…You’ll have to come for supper one night. I’ll make Bouillabaisse. It’s my recent addition to my culinary repertoire. You aren’t allergic to shellfish, are you?”

       Merlin laughed when he saw Harry with the sausage, the sound raspy from his lips, he did not laugh much. “Should we lift up my robe and measure?” He leaned over from his tray and kissed Harry’s cheek; he knew that he would not be able to show him the same level of affection in a couple of hours, he would have to be perfectly professional.

           “I like shellfish, seafood is one of my favorites. I’ll come over when you’re ready, darling.” Merlin squeezed his thigh and ate his breakfast. “Finish up, we’re running out of time. I can’t be late, my love. When you’re finished your breakfast, I’ll run a shower for you.”

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When he heard Merlin enter, he popped his head around the bathroom door, his hair thick with sweat matted half curls.

  “..I though i’d freshen up…”

He walked over and pressed a clean, minty kiss to his lips.

“…Thank you darling. This is wonderful.”

  Taking one of the trays, he placed it on the bed, and sitting cross legged on the rumpled bedding laid the napkin across his bare lap before looking to him expectantly, never daring to eat before the chef did.

It may have been the morning after the night before, but there was no point to being poorly mannered.

      Hamish put his arms around Harry’s waist, fingers sliding down over the curve of his backside as he kissed him; even with the taste of the toothpaste overcoming his tongue, his mouth tasted better than anything Merlin plated, and he believed his food was rather good.

       Before Harry sat down, Merlin got the spare robe he gave him to wear the night before, didn’t want him to burn his bits with anything he plated if there were any accidents. “If you want it, darling. I’ll need you functional after hours.” Though, he was more than ecstatic to have him nude in bed beside him.

          “Eat, my love.” Merlin settled into bed beside him and put his tray over his folded legs, cut into one of the sausages and took a bite; he could have been a proper chef in another life, but his real passion was working with weapons, cooking was more of a hobby. “I need you strong today, we can’t let on when we see Arthur.” As he ate his breakfast, he put his hand on Harry’s thigh and touched his soft skin, stroked him from knee to hip; he would not have access to it once the work day began, but he would be thinking about it.

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Harry slept soundly all night. His leg wrapped over Merlin’s possessively, his hand resting on his chest.

  His own personal, warm, breathing pillow.

Harry, of course didn’t wake up with the alarm and only stirred when he noticed the lack of warmth.

  Peeling his face from the sheets, he murmured and looking to the clock sighed and thudded back down into the bed before forcing himself to stand, head to the bathroom and freshen up, washing his mouth out with mouthwash and scrubbing down his hands ready to greet Merlin.

      Merlin cleaned his hands thoroughly and went to work in the kitchen, put together a nice, healthy menu of sausages and omelettes, toast, fruit he cut fresh; he put as much effort into his immaculate kitchen as he did with any of his other creations. They had coffee or orange juice to choose from.

 He carried breakfast up the stairs on a tray, surprised to see the bed empty when he got there. “I was going to serve you breakfast in bed. I thought you’d need your energy this morning after the long night we had.” He was speaking to him from outside the bathroom as he put his tray down on a small table. It was a rare treat, but Harry deserved it.