It was still much too early for complex thought, for complex questions, but that was alright. At least he was awake enough now -- thanks to the blessed coffee, most holy of all liquids, even though it normally made him so tweaked he ended up falling back asleep -- to recognize the song Orlando was humming. "Good Day Sunshine." Harry hadn't even known Orlando was a Beatles fan. "John or Paul?" "Pardon?" Orlando tilted his head back in Harry's direction, puzzled smile on his face. "Do you prefer John's music or Paul's?" "Huh?" Orlando looked at him for another second, then the puzzled look cleared, his smile brightened. "Oh! Um, George, actually." "George?" The wooden chair (uncomfortable thing, really -- no cushions -- Harry'd been wanting a new breakfast nook for some time now) creaked when Harry sat back, shivered when a cool gust of air hit his bare chest. "Why's that?" "Dunno." Orlando slid the omelette on a plate with a deft motion. "Guess I like what he was trying to say." "Which was?" Although Harry had quite a few ideas of his own. Well, most of the time he had ideas. This early in the morning he was lucky to remember basic motor functions. Speaking of...more caffeine, please. He pushed the chair back, walked to the counter with his mug. "I could've refilled that for you." Harry smiled, shook his head as he grabbed the coffee pot. He poured his refill and set the mug on the counter to cool. "I don't mind. So -- George?" "Oh, yeah. Um." Orlando reached across Harry for the sugar, hand glancing across Harry's chest in a feather-soft motion. Funny that something that light would make Harry's breath catch. "Well, you know how Paul was all about the love and John was all political, right?" Harry forced himself to pay attention to the conversation, even as he reached out and curled a hand around Orlando's hip -- warm, even through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. "Yeah, I do." Orlando smiled, setting down the sugar bowl. He stepped into Harry's arms easily, as if he'd been doing it for years, body molding perfectly to Harry's as he rested his head on Harry's shoulder. "Well, George was really only concerned with leaving the world a better place than how he found it." His breath fluttered lightly on Harry's neck, hands gentle on Harry's lower back. "And that appeals to you?" Harry asked, his own hands stealing under Orlando's shirt, caressing smooth skin. "Yeah, it does." Orlando tilted his head up, his smile intimate. "I lied, by the way." "About?" Orlando rose to his tiptoes, brushed full, silky lips across Harry's. "I didn't come over here because I felt like eating breakfast." "Yeah, the bacon was pretty much a giveaway there," Harry replied, somewhat breathlessly. He rubbed his lips across Orlando's again, fingers skimming tight muscle, the jutting bones of Orlando's hips. "Why're you here, then?" "For this." Orlando sighed happily, snuggled further into Harry's arms. "This is nice," Harry agreed, marveling at the feel of Orlando's skin. Really, it should be illegal to have skin this flawless. No blemishes or markings, just smooth flesh -- warm, supple marble. "Did you have a good time last night?" Orlando asked after a minute, voice muffled against Harry's neck. "Yeah, of course I did." Harry's hands moved up, and he cupped Orlando's scalp, the short hairs bristly under his hand. "Good." Another brief, soft kiss, and Orlando stepped away, taking the warmth with him. "Your breakfast is ready." Oddly enough, considering how hungry he'd been a few minutes ago, eating was pretty much the last thing on Harry's mind right now. Onto Morning - Sound
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