Harper laughed softly, trailing his fingers up Krennic's spine. He did like Krennic. Hating the man would be simple, far too easy. This was more interesting. And enjoyable, for both of them. So this time, the Imperial scum - worse than droids, with no honor to speak of - would live. Would indeed enjoy his time among more civilized folk. "A challenge. I like those."
They made life worth living. Without them, Harper feared he would be very bored indeed.
"And I like you here. Being patient." Harper looped his arm around Krennic's waist, pressing their bodies flush together, and that was very nice indeed. "Not a strong suit of yours, I think. Do you want me to fuck you now, engineer?"
"I thought you might. I know the both of us wouldn't be interested otherwise." Krennic liked a challenge in return, it would be boring if things were too easy. He liked his lovers interesting and unique, he knew Harper was the same.
He groaned as he felt Harper pressed against him, shifting against him to tease him as much as he could. "Yes, I want you to fuck me right now, like this."
Harper laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the back of Krennic's neck. He slid his free hand lower, searching. "Are you ready for that, engineer? Maybe I should prepare you first. Or maybe you want a little pain."
"I can handle plain, as I'm sure you're aware," Krennic said with a defiant lift of his chin. He arched, groaning as Harper's hand ventured closer to where he wanted it.
Krennic groaned with relief when Harper finally stroked him. He shifted back, already he wanted more. "Much obliged-" he said, completely hard by that point but Harper stroking him helped relieve some of the tension but just not enough.
So polite when he wanted something. Harper nearly laughed. An obvious ploy, really. But he could hardly blame the man for being honest. That wouldn't be fair at all. Not when Krennic had come waltzing into his camp, proud as you please and bringing such a fine gift with him.
A Jedi. A worthy opponent.
Harper spat in his free hand and brought it low, applying pressure before working finger inside him. Krennic didn't seem to mind it rough. No doubt it would ache in the morning.
"I like you, Imperial," Harper murmured, dragging his teeth up Krennic's back. "I'll kill you last."
He shuddered as he felt Harper's teeth up his back, groaning as he felt the finger inside of him. It would ache, perhaps for a day or two, but he welcomed it.
"That is high praise indeed," he laughed breathlessly. He may not have had the same military training as other military officers but he had his own way to survive. He had survived the Clone Wars, he has survived Tarkin, he was sure Harper would pose a challenge like the Grand Moff did but he wouldn't back down.
"I don't lie," Harper informed him, curling his finger. At the same time he moved his other hand roughly, keeping up a hard pace. "There's no point in that. Do speak up, Imperial. My hearing has suffered over the years."
"You'll have to give me incentive," he challenged with a grin. But he didn't hold back his pleasure at Harper being rough, he wanted to encourage him to keep going. He jerked as the man curled his finger, shifting back against him. "That certainly helps..."
It was fascinating how you could watch the muscles in the back twitch and jump with the slightest change during sex. Harper rather liked that. Seeing what reactions he might pull from someone. Like sparring against an unknown foe. Generally the sex was more fun, though.
Like now.
Harper hooked his chin over Krennic's shoulder, laughing just a little. He curled his hands in time, slowing down. Making it last. "Incentive. I'm sure it would."
Or he could just stop his hands entirely. Hold them there a while.
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They made life worth living. Without them, Harper feared he would be very bored indeed.
"And I like you here. Being patient." Harper looped his arm around Krennic's waist, pressing their bodies flush together, and that was very nice indeed. "Not a strong suit of yours, I think. Do you want me to fuck you now, engineer?"
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He groaned as he felt Harper pressed against him, shifting against him to tease him as much as he could. "Yes, I want you to fuck me right now, like this."
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Just a little. He drops his hand down lower, squeezing Krennic's thigh and then his cock; a single hard stroke.
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A Jedi. A worthy opponent.
Harper spat in his free hand and brought it low, applying pressure before working finger inside him. Krennic didn't seem to mind it rough. No doubt it would ache in the morning.
"I like you, Imperial," Harper murmured, dragging his teeth up Krennic's back. "I'll kill you last."
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"That is high praise indeed," he laughed breathlessly. He may not have had the same military training as other military officers but he had his own way to survive. He had survived the Clone Wars, he has survived Tarkin, he was sure Harper would pose a challenge like the Grand Moff did but he wouldn't back down.
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Like now.
Harper hooked his chin over Krennic's shoulder, laughing just a little. He curled his hands in time, slowing down. Making it last. "Incentive. I'm sure it would."
Or he could just stop his hands entirely. Hold them there a while.
Harper hummed under his breath, cheerful.
"You were saying?"