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Hit me.

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"Always." Krennic didn't hesitate to grab the front of Harper's shirt as their lips met. He was none too gentle, he doubted that was either of them wanted tonight. He pulled Harper closer against him, he doubted the man's current position was at all comfortable.

But when their lips parted he gave a smirk, letting go of Harper's shirt in favor of running his hands up underneath the material. "I believe you don't need this anymore."

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Harper arched at the contact, nearly purring. Krennic had strong hands and wasn't hesitant about using them. "Hmm. Maybe not."

It left him exposed a moment to shrug out of his compression shirt, but that was the risk and the thrill both. Harper dropped it carelessly, baring skin and scars alike.

"You're rather bold with your hands," Harper observed. "Do keep that up."

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"Mmm I intend to. But, it may be difficult given the clothes we are wearing," he pointed out thoughtfully, a smirk on his lips. He didn't stop touching Harper, teasing him by running a hand under the waistband of his pants.

His own clothes seemed far too confining as well with Harper practically in his lap like this.

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Alas, neither of them were particularly small men. Harper leaned into the touch, eyes bright and wicked. It would take some maneuvering to avoid unfortunate bruises. But such was the risk.

Harper decided he didn't particularly care and unclasped his belt.

"A problem," he murmured. "But luckily I find myself in the company of an engineer."

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"Very lucky, and a brilliant engineer at that." He chuckled low in his throat as he considered their situation. He figured bruises were inevitable but it wasn't something he minded.

He pulled off his shirt first, tossing it in the general direction of where his jacket lay on the floor. It took a bit of work to pull off his boots with his feet but he had a lot of practice with making the best of a situation in the heat of moments like these

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"Brilliant, are you?" Harper moved back to give himself enough room to get the rest of his armor off. It seemed like bad form to smack someone with your boots when you intended to bed them. This had hardly been his intention when the evening began, but it was interesting enough and he was hardly one to deny opportunity when it came knocking. "I require a practical demonstration."

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"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.

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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?"

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"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?"

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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."

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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?"

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That was a nice look on Krennic's face. Harper bared his teeth in a wide grin. "Hmm. Maybe I'd hold you down. Take what I want."

He cocked his head, watching Krennic's reaction.

"I think you'd like that, Imperial."

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"I dare you to try if you can. I'm sure you've been able to tell that I don't ask nicely," he countered as his hands settled on Harper's sides.

"Don't disappoint me, now," he growled before kissing the other man hard and rough.

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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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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Harper smoothed his hand up Krennic's back, digging his nails in. "Wicked man. I approve."

It would make things more interesting. He released Krennic's arm.

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"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.