"I'm good with my hands and have built many...many things...." he murmured as he pulled Harper back against him once the armor and boots were off. He reached down to start to undo Harper's pants with steady hands.
"What about you, Mandalorian? What are your particular...talents?" he challenged with a glint in his eyes.
Pushy, wasn't he? Harper snapped his teeth playfully and allowed it, settling onto Krennic's lap. It was more comfortable without his armor getting in the way. "That would depend," Harper murmured, "on whether I feel like playing along."
He leaned forward and put his hands on Krennic's shoulders, squeezing down hard. Harper was strong and knew how to show it off.
"I bet I could hold you against the wall," he said, almost thoughtfully. "But I think you have something more interesting planned. Don't you, engineer?"
"Could you? That you would have to prove." Krennic certainly didn't protest feeling the other man's strength, if this was easy then that would take the fun out of it.
"I have a few plans, I like to keep my options open," he said before shoving Harper back against the desk none too gently. He figured they both could handle being rough. Bruises could be hidden under his uniform, though it wasn't as if he already had a reputation in high command. "But first, you'll have to do something about your pants, won't you?"
That was going to leave a mark on his back. But, considering the circumstances, one that could be ignored. Harper grunted, considering the problem. Getting his pants off would involve standing, which leave Krennic free to lean back and observe.
That was entirely too easy for Harper's liking.
"You as well," Harper pointed out. He looped his arm around Krennic's shoulders, a deceptively sentimental looking gesture. It gave him better leverage for grabbing Krennic's hair and pinning him back against the chair. He dug his nails into Krennic's scalp, not hard enough to draw blood. But hard enough to make a point. "But maybe I'll oblige. If you ask nicely."
He gave a sharp intake of breath as his hair was grabbed but he wouldn't want Harper to go easy on him. He yanked his head up so he could meet the other man's gaze, defiant and amused. He was definitely liking the direction this was going.
"And what if I didn't ask nicely?" he challenged. "What would you do then?"
Harper laughed into the kiss, delighted. Oh, this was fun. A proper game with a partner who knew all the usual tricks and how best to challenge them. "No. You're a very rude man."
Imperial to the end. Honorless. And oh so interesting.
Harper rocked back on Krennic's lap, just for the feel of it, then stood abruptly. He grabbed Krennic's hair and moved to drag him up by it; either the man would move or he'd be fighting back some sharp pain. "Up, now."
He dearly hoped Krennic would fight. It would be all the better when Harper shoved him against the wall.
"I think you rather like that, though." He didn't hide how much he liked Harper rocking on his lap, groaning low in his throat.
And fight he did. Even when Harper grabbed his hair he pulled back with a snarl, fingers digging into the other man's sides. He wouldn't make this easy, they had the rest of the night to enjoy this and each other. He would make sure Tarkin had a lot to watch as well, wherever he was.
"I like it," Harper agreed, twisting to keep his grip. He'd intended to walk Krennic over to the wall - or possibly drag him - but the man was squirming and the desk was much closer. Harper let go of Krennic's hair only to go for an arm pin. After that it was only a matter of leverage. Get him caught, then bring him down. Kick his legs apart to keep him off balance and lean in close. Harper squeezed Krennic's arm, jerking it up higher on his back than would have been comfortable. A warning and a tease. He was strong enough to hold Krennic down.
Krennic was probably clever enough to get out of it if he really put his mind to it. Harper had a feeling he wouldn't, though.
No doubt Tarkin would wonder about the mess. No doubt it was all being recorded.
No matter. Harper had greater concerns than the propriety of some Imperial who wasn't even there. His interests were caught firmly on the one who'd left three long scratches along his ribs. Blood had been drawn. He could feel the sting of it whenever he exhaled.
Harper laughed, free hand running through Krennic's hair. He let it slide down and tease along Krennic's side. All the while he held Krennic's arm fast, squeezing tight. Behave.
Or don't. It hardly mattered.
Harper pressed into Krennic, smiling.
"And I like you here. You're not afraid of me."
The last bit was said rather thoughtfully. Most people were, whether they admitted it or not. Not this man, though. How strange.
Harper was stronger- stronger than he was- but there was the possibility of getting away if he thought about it for a moment. However, he had no reason to even as Harper jerked his arm up. The pain only made pleasure jolt through his body as he was pressed against the cool surface of the desk.
His other hand grasped the edge of the desk tightly, pleased that he had been able to draw blood. They both would end up sore and with bruises but that was part of the fun.
"No, I'm not afraid of you in the least," he agreed with a smirk, He was sure that many were afraid of the Mandalorian- those from Mandalore had a fierce reputation and weren't to be taken lightly. He was well aware of just how dangerous Harper was but that only made him strain more against the other man.
"Not even a little," Harper agreed. It was an odd sensation, though not entirely unwelcome. He'd never had anyone like Krennic under him before. Someone entirely unsuited to the ideals of Mandalorian culture. And yet--
And yet.
Harper rocked against him lazily, holding Krennic's arm tight. Both of them were still wearing pants. It was getting uncomfortable and he wasn't feeling patient enough for anything horribly elaborate. Harper teased his free hand over the waistband of Krennic's pants. It was a light touch, just enough to notice. He wondered if Krennic would beg.
Probably not. He might bargain, though, or threaten, if Harper didn't move fast enough. That was a fun thought.
He had no doubt that Harper was used to others being afraid of him, even if they tried to hide it. Krennic, however, knew he was too resourceful to be afraid. Fear was for those who didn't, or couldn't, be creative.
"Now you're just teasing me. Are you going to do more?" he challenged but his voice was strained, betraying his arousal. There was no need to hide it.
In response, Harper reached down and unclasped Krennic's pants. The angle made things a little complicated, but what he intended wasn't difficult. Harper laughed a little, cupping the man almost gently. Krennic wanted him, was hard enough to be impatient about it. It was a shame they didn't have a proper bed to do this on.
"I think," Harper murmured, working his hand slowly, "I'm gong to take my time with you."
He didn't let Krennic up, kept him pinned with one hand.
That elicited a groan from Krennic, a mixture of frustration and arousal. "Don't tell me you're starting to get gentle," he practically snapped. The desk was uncomfortable but it would have to do as his private quarters were too far away at this point.
"I have no doubt you are just as eager," he said, shifting against Harper's grasp but made no move to try to get free. As infuriating as he found being teased, at the same time, he greatly enjoyed it.
Harper laughed. Getting off was one thing. He preferred to focus on his partner in moments like this, whoever they happened to be. It was far more interesting than the machinations of his own body, which had ceased to surprise him years ago. But people could be interesting in completely unexpected ways. The way a man twitched when he was kissed or held close. Now that, that was worth remembering. "I'll do as I please."
And if it took time, then it took time.
Harper ran his teeth along Krennic's back, but didn't bite down. All the while he worked his hand on Krennic's cock, pressing Krennic into the desk so he could better feel each twitch and shiver. It was the small things that said the most. "Had I known you'd be so agreeable, I might have done this sooner," Harper mused. This was not how he'd envisioned the evening going.
Not that it really mattered. He had Krennic under him now and intended to keep the man there a while.
"Now be still," Harper sighed against Krennic's back. "Or be a dear and tell me where the Moff keeps his supplies."
He had never expected the Mandalorian to be so attuned to the smallest of details. It was refreshing even if it was driving him to distraction at the moment. He appreciated how much pride Harper seemed to take in what he did, shuddering at feeling teeth down his back.
"His private quarters." He had never bothered to go into Tarkin's private rooms considering the old man's personal life hadn't really been that interesting. He knew he wouldn't find anything there to discredit the moff in the eyes of the Emperor.
"It's a couple doors down." And much closer than his own quarters. He grinned as he suddenly had an idea. "Perhaps we should take this there."
"I thought you might." He could feel the skin starting to break under Harper's fingernails, arching his back up. As soon as he was released, he shifted away to grab his jacket. He would need the cylinders in order to gain access to the Moff's private quarters. The deathtroopers would say nothing, they were trained to be discrete but he was counting on Tarkin finding out eventually.
Harper glanced down at his discarded armor for a moment, but made no move to pick it up. He wasn't worried about an ambush and it wasn't like Krennic's men were foolish enough to mess with it.
Or if they were, they'd soon discover the whole mess was booby-trapped.
Harper tipped his head to the side, admiring the curve of Krennic's back. "What are you waiting for? Lead on."
Krennic knew no one would dare come into Tarkin's office. He only fastened his pants and slipped his coat on so he could at least appear respectable. No one would be around so he didn't put into any effort into it as he headed to the door. The deathtroopers just fell into step behind them and took up their station silently at either side of the door as they entered Tarkin's quarters.
It was spartan- a bed, trunk, and desk. Some of Tarkin's uniforms were hung up neatly, an extra pair of boots and brown slippers sitting by the bed. Once the door was closed behind him, he tossed his jacket off to the floor, knowing that they would make a mess of Tarkin's room. Another little surprise for the moff to come back to.
"Personal effects are in his trunk. Now, where were we?" he asked as he reached out to pull Harper against him for another hard, demanding kiss.
Briefly, Harper wondered if any of the Death Troopers would be taking care of their fallen comrade while he and Krennic were otherwise occupied. Perhaps the body would simply lie there until the housekeeping droids discovered it.
Harper brought his hands up to cup Krennic's face, returning the kiss. He held it for a moment before leaning back, examining Krennic with a crooked grin.
What strange fun this was.
Then Harper moved back, shrugging out of his pants and underclothes, and settled back on Tarkin's bed. Making himself comfortable while Krennic watched.
"You'd best get them," Harper said cheerfully. It was only fair to make Krennic do some of the work.
"Comfortable?" He was distracted for a moment as he watched Harper settle on the bed, admiring the view. But he made his way to Tarkin's trunk, looking through well-organized supplies before finding the bottle he was looking for and tossed it to Harper.
He wasted no time in getting rid of the rest of his clothes before joining the other man on the bed. He hadn't expected the evening to progress like this when he had come across the Mandalorian in his office but there were no complaints as he grabs his hip to pull him closer to him. "The bed is certainly more comfortable.
"I believe there are other ways to enjoy the view that is more...hands on," he challenged, nails digging into the other man's hip.
Drawing blood wasn't a concern, they were both willing to draw blood if needed. He had no intention of being neat, either, even if this wasn't his bed.
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"What about you, Mandalorian? What are your particular...talents?" he challenged with a glint in his eyes.
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He leaned forward and put his hands on Krennic's shoulders, squeezing down hard. Harper was strong and knew how to show it off.
"I bet I could hold you against the wall," he said, almost thoughtfully. "But I think you have something more interesting planned. Don't you, engineer?"
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"I have a few plans, I like to keep my options open," he said before shoving Harper back against the desk none too gently. He figured they both could handle being rough. Bruises could be hidden under his uniform, though it wasn't as if he already had a reputation in high command. "But first, you'll have to do something about your pants, won't you?"
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That was entirely too easy for Harper's liking.
"You as well," Harper pointed out. He looped his arm around Krennic's shoulders, a deceptively sentimental looking gesture. It gave him better leverage for grabbing Krennic's hair and pinning him back against the chair. He dug his nails into Krennic's scalp, not hard enough to draw blood. But hard enough to make a point. "But maybe I'll oblige. If you ask nicely."
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"And what if I didn't ask nicely?" he challenged. "What would you do then?"
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He cocked his head, watching Krennic's reaction.
"I think you'd like that, Imperial."
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"Don't disappoint me, now," he growled before kissing the other man hard and rough.
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Imperial to the end. Honorless. And oh so interesting.
Harper rocked back on Krennic's lap, just for the feel of it, then stood abruptly. He grabbed Krennic's hair and moved to drag him up by it; either the man would move or he'd be fighting back some sharp pain. "Up, now."
He dearly hoped Krennic would fight. It would be all the better when Harper shoved him against the wall.
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And fight he did. Even when Harper grabbed his hair he pulled back with a snarl, fingers digging into the other man's sides. He wouldn't make this easy, they had the rest of the night to enjoy this and each other. He would make sure Tarkin had a lot to watch as well, wherever he was.
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Krennic was probably clever enough to get out of it if he really put his mind to it. Harper had a feeling he wouldn't, though.
No doubt Tarkin would wonder about the mess. No doubt it was all being recorded.
No matter. Harper had greater concerns than the propriety of some Imperial who wasn't even there. His interests were caught firmly on the one who'd left three long scratches along his ribs. Blood had been drawn. He could feel the sting of it whenever he exhaled.
Harper laughed, free hand running through Krennic's hair. He let it slide down and tease along Krennic's side. All the while he held Krennic's arm fast, squeezing tight. Behave.
Or don't. It hardly mattered.
Harper pressed into Krennic, smiling.
"And I like you here. You're not afraid of me."
The last bit was said rather thoughtfully. Most people were, whether they admitted it or not. Not this man, though. How strange.
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His other hand grasped the edge of the desk tightly, pleased that he had been able to draw blood. They both would end up sore and with bruises but that was part of the fun.
"No, I'm not afraid of you in the least," he agreed with a smirk, He was sure that many were afraid of the Mandalorian- those from Mandalore had a fierce reputation and weren't to be taken lightly. He was well aware of just how dangerous Harper was but that only made him strain more against the other man.
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And yet.
Harper rocked against him lazily, holding Krennic's arm tight. Both of them were still wearing pants. It was getting uncomfortable and he wasn't feeling patient enough for anything horribly elaborate. Harper teased his free hand over the waistband of Krennic's pants. It was a light touch, just enough to notice. He wondered if Krennic would beg.
Probably not. He might bargain, though, or threaten, if Harper didn't move fast enough. That was a fun thought.
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"Now you're just teasing me. Are you going to do more?" he challenged but his voice was strained, betraying his arousal. There was no need to hide it.
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"I think," Harper murmured, working his hand slowly, "I'm gong to take my time with you."
He didn't let Krennic up, kept him pinned with one hand.
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"I have no doubt you are just as eager," he said, shifting against Harper's grasp but made no move to try to get free. As infuriating as he found being teased, at the same time, he greatly enjoyed it.
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And if it took time, then it took time.
Harper ran his teeth along Krennic's back, but didn't bite down. All the while he worked his hand on Krennic's cock, pressing Krennic into the desk so he could better feel each twitch and shiver. It was the small things that said the most. "Had I known you'd be so agreeable, I might have done this sooner," Harper mused. This was not how he'd envisioned the evening going.
Not that it really mattered. He had Krennic under him now and intended to keep the man there a while.
"Now be still," Harper sighed against Krennic's back. "Or be a dear and tell me where the Moff keeps his supplies."
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"His private quarters." He had never bothered to go into Tarkin's private rooms considering the old man's personal life hadn't really been that interesting. He knew he wouldn't find anything there to discredit the moff in the eyes of the Emperor.
"It's a couple doors down." And much closer than his own quarters. He grinned as he suddenly had an idea. "Perhaps we should take this there."
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It would make things more interesting. He released Krennic's arm.
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Or if they were, they'd soon discover the whole mess was booby-trapped.
Harper tipped his head to the side, admiring the curve of Krennic's back. "What are you waiting for? Lead on."
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It was spartan- a bed, trunk, and desk. Some of Tarkin's uniforms were hung up neatly, an extra pair of boots and brown slippers sitting by the bed. Once the door was closed behind him, he tossed his jacket off to the floor, knowing that they would make a mess of Tarkin's room. Another little surprise for the moff to come back to.
"Personal effects are in his trunk. Now, where were we?" he asked as he reached out to pull Harper against him for another hard, demanding kiss.
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Harper brought his hands up to cup Krennic's face, returning the kiss. He held it for a moment before leaning back, examining Krennic with a crooked grin.
What strange fun this was.
Then Harper moved back, shrugging out of his pants and underclothes, and settled back on Tarkin's bed. Making himself comfortable while Krennic watched.
"You'd best get them," Harper said cheerfully. It was only fair to make Krennic do some of the work.
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He wasted no time in getting rid of the rest of his clothes before joining the other man on the bed. He hadn't expected the evening to progress like this when he had come across the Mandalorian in his office but there were no complaints as he grabs his hip to pull him closer to him. "The bed is certainly more comfortable.
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And since Krennic seems intent on horrifying Tarkin, Harper saw no reason not to indulge.
Besides, they had supplies now. A bottle of slick and Krennic's wicked eyes watching him intently. Harper spread some of it on his hands, thoughtful.
He paused. Smiled.
"Oh. Was there something you wanted, Imperial? I was enjoying the view."
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Drawing blood wasn't a concern, they were both willing to draw blood if needed. He had no intention of being neat, either, even if this wasn't his bed.
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veeeery late >.>
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