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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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?"