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Harper ran his thumb over Krennic's lip, smiling. "Good. I rather like you here."

It was a lovely view, truly.

Harper kissed Krennic again, this time on the forehead, and returned to working his hand between them. Krennic was hard and hot in his hand, wonderfully responsive. "It starts simple. It becomes less so. I think you'll find that agreeable."

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He parted his lips at the touch of Harper's thumb, reaching up to grab the other man's hair when he leaned in.

"I am...very eager to see what you have planned then." He couldn't help but react to each touch, it was such a delight to have a lover who knew what he was doing and could keep things interesting.

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Not for the first time, Harper found himself missing his braids. They were far more fun to grab during sex. Krennic didn't seem bothered by the lack, however, grabbing at his hair without hesitation and the assumption he wouldn't be harmed for the impudence. Harper bared his teeth at the sting. It made his eyes water. He rather liked it.

"I've noticed."

He dug his nails into the back of Krennic's neck, squeezing tight before letting go abruptly. What he intended would be better with both hands. "Shall I tell you the first part, Imperial? I bet you can guess. It's not--fancy."

Not yet. That came later. Harper intended to get Krennic off once with just his hands, and then...well. Then it might get interesting.

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He hissed in pain, knowing that there would be marks there later. If Harper was going to punish him for pulling his hair then he would welcome in, enjoying the pain along with the pleasure.

"I think a demonstration would be in order," he pointed out breathlessly, wondering how much longer he could hold out with Harper stroking him. He was determined, however, wanting to see what the Mandalorian ha planned. "I'm an engineer, I like more...hands on methods." It was nearly impossible to keep his voice composed, his tone strained. They still had most of the night to enjoy and he intended to make the most of it.

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Harper bared his teeth and laughed, delighted by the strain in Krennic's voice. Perhaps he'd have to recruit a few Imperials to his own cause. A few of them might prove just as interesting as Krennic. "A practical demonstration, hmm?"

He leaned forward and bit Krennic on the neck, just hard enough to sting.

"It's all right. Let go. I want to see your face."

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He growled at the bite, there would be bruises and bite marks on him for a few days after this.

That was a command he couldn't resist, despite the fact that he wanted to hold out just a little longer. Every bit of his resolve was crumbling quickly and he reached up to grab the other man's shoulder tightly, nails digging into skin. He couldn't respond as he grunted but he figured he could be gracious enough to give Harper what he requested. He tilted his face up as he suddenly reached his climax in the other man's hand, breathing hard.

"Fuck."

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Ah. So he could follow commands. That was a delicious tidbit of information. And probably not one that Krennic went around sharing to just anyone who wandered into his bed. That just made it better.

Harper smiled, milking the last of it out before wiping his hand clean on Tarkin's nice sheets. That was part of the fun, wasn't it? Thoroughly defiling an enemy's living quarters.

"Good," Harper murmured, smoothing his hand up Krennic's thigh. He was painfully hard himself, but ignoring it. Getting off was rarely the main attraction of sex for Harper, a source of confusion for many of his varied partners over the years. But it was simple. He could get off on his own, however he pleased. Making a partner go loose and slack under him was something else entirely, a pleasure Harper enjoyed and was loath to waste.

Besides, Krennic was an interesting man. Potentially an enemy come morning. A business partner either way.

Harper smoothed his hand up Krennic's shoulder and then his neck, digging his knuckles into a bite mark he'd left there. Anyone who looked would know what it was. "Ah-ah. We're not done. Lie down. On your side."

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"That is a promising start." He grinned as he watched Harper wipe his hands on Tarkin's crisp, clean sheets. The grand moff was going to possibly explode when he saw that.

As defiant as he was, he could follow orders when it suited him. He growled as Harper dug his knuckles into the back of his neck, against the white collar of his uniform the marks would stand out clearly to anyone who saw them.

He had started to reach out to the other man when Harper gave the next order. He didn't obey right away, however, instead leaning up to kiss him hard for a moment. Only then did he finally roll over onto his side. "I would have been disappointed if we were done," he chuckled breathlessly as he looked over his shoulder at Harper, eyebrows raised.

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Harper leaned into the kiss, deepening it for a moment before Krennic pulled away to lie on his side. Cheeky, but obedient. Harper put his hand on Krennic's hip and squeezed hard, possessive. "It's a shame," he murmured, "that I came here thinking I might have to kill you. It seems I brought utterly the wrong tools."

Given time, he might have enjoyed leaving marks up and down Krennic's back.

No matter. He'd improvise.

Harper spent a moment admiring the view, then retrieved the bottle of lotion. Again he coated his hands.

It wouldn't do to force things. Hurting someone was easy and Krennic - whatever his reasons - had put himself in a position to allow it. He was loose and pliant after his release, but likely oversensitive. Easy to push things too far. It was, in some sense, expected. Harper disliked being predictable.

Thus, he didn't shove Krennic's legs apart or push the man down into the mattress, but instead began systematically applying pressure to key points on Krennic's back. Releasing tension. It was far too mercenary to be called a massage, though it tended to have a similiar impact by the end. The angle just made it more of a challenge.

Harper rather liked those.

"Relax," he ordered. "As I said. I have plans for you."

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"If we get the chance to do this again, perhaps you'll have the suitable tools." They would go back to either their agreement or on opposite sides, he had no attachments. But, he wouldn't be opposed to this happening again if the chance came up. Good lovers with the skill to know how to use both pain and pleasure together without being predictable were so rare.

Given the angle, he was surprised when Harper started to apply pressure to his back. He could tell the other man knew just where to press to make the tension in his back release. He groaned as he felt himself relax more, looking over at Harper.

"You are certainly a man who knows what he wants." None of that fumbling around, he knew Harper knew exactly what he was going to do.

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Harper laughed just a little. "Perhaps. If your ambitions don't kill you first."

They were alike in that way, both of them reaching quite high. For different reasons and very different ends, of course, but that hardly mattered. Thus far they weren't the sort of enemies that would require killing each other. Krennic was a complicating factor, to be sure, but not yet a threat. It made things interesting.

It had often been said Harper had something of a weakness in that area. Case in point.

Harper moved his hands down Krennic's back and side, pressing and kneading mercilessly. Tension would give way under the proper application of force, and that would leave Krennic exactly how Harper wanted him. "If you're going to do a thing, engineer, then do it well. You ought to appreciate that."

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Krennic laughed breathlessly, not bothering to protest. Ambition, true ambition, came with danger and the very real possibility that one day it would lead to an early death.

"Certainly, I have to admire work someone creates with their hands with such expertise." He felt the tension drain from his back and sides, he was practically limp against the mattress. He glanced back at Harper for a moment, curious as to what Harper was leading to with what he was doing.

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"I take pride in my work."

There wasn't much point in it otherwise. Harper was of the opinion that anyone who did things halfheartedly shouldn't have been doing them in the first place. It was an opinion his sister had once shared.

But now was not the time to be thinking of Maize.

Harper put his hand on Krennic's shoulder and pushed hard, shoving the man onto his front. His other hand wandered decidedly lower, resting on Krennic's hip and squeezing hard. "Now then. Care to guess what comes next?"

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There was no resistance when he was shoved down, shifting up just slightly against Harper's hand. He wasn't surprised how hard he was still, how much he ached pressed up against once clean sheets. He glanced back at Harper with a smirk, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh I believe I have an idea. Don't keep me waiting then."

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Cheeky still. Harper slapped his hand against Krennic's hip, knowing it would sting. "Yes, sir."

He grinned as he said it, sliding his free hand lower still and pressing a finger inside. He did it slowly, watching the play of muscle across Krennic's back as a tell. People could train their eyes to lie. Other things, less so.

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"That's much better." It definitely stung, there would be a red mark there for at least a day.

He had no intention of hiding anything, his breath catching as he felt Harper press a finger inside of him. He clutched the thick pillow on the bed, shifting to make it clear that he wanted more. "You can do better than that, I hope."

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Harper ran his teeth up Krennic's back, laughing. "I prefer to take my time."

He pumped his hand slowly, watching carefully.

"But ask nicely, engineer, and I might change my mind."

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"Do you want me to beg then?" he asked, determined for now but Harper knew what he was doing. He knew just how to move his hand which made him shudder in anticipation.

After a moment he wasn't sure how long he could hold out, shifting his hips back. "How nice should I ask then?"

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Harper's grin threatened to split his face. He put a hand on the back of Krennic's neck, squeezing down and watching as the man shuddered under him. That was satisfying. Almost more than fucking him would be. The tension in Krennic's back. The way it changed his voice ever so slightly. How he never lost the edge of authority, so damn sure of himself.

It was good they hadn't tried to kill each other yet.

"You're a smart man," Harper murmured. He pulled his hand back entirely and added a second finger without losing the tempo, spreading them deep. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

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He let out a low hiss as he felt the second finger inside of him, pushing up against the hand on his neck. There was no real attempt to get free, he just wanted to be difficult.

"I refuse- " his voice was strained, he was hard against the rough sheets of Tarkin's bed. "I refuse to beg."

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Harper just laughed, soft and a little breathless. There was nothing quite like having another person under him like this. He spread his fingers and curled them slightly up, holding it there. Applying pressure. "Oh? Then I'll take my time. As long as I please."

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"And how long will that be?" His breath caught as he bit back a moan. If Harper was going to tease him then he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But he couldn't stop the shudder of pleasure or how he shifted against the fingers inside of him.

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"Until I get bored," Harper informed him cheerfully. Given the way Krennic shuddered under him, that was unlikely to happen anytime soon. "Or until you ask nicely."

That seemed unlikely to happen. But Harper knew his craft - insomuch as this could be called one - and if small actions like pressure applied just so, the twist of fingers at the correct angle, could make a partner shiver and twitch, then that was reason enough to continue.

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"Fuck-" Krennic wanted to get some kind of relief but he couldn't move with Harper's other hand on the back of his neck. He didn't want to beg but Harper was skilled with his fingers, curling them.

"How long can you hold out?" he growled, shivering as Harper twisted his fingers.

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Krennic wasn't the first to ask that with some incredulity. Apparently it was odd to want the things that Harper found himself wanting - a satisfaction that went beyond the body. Those machinations were easy. Almost predictable. Something like this was far more difficult to come by and worth savoring. It wasn't an opinion that many seemed to share.

More the pity, he thought, and pressed up with his fingers. Constant pressure this time.

"Longer than you'd care for, Imperial." Harper squeezed Krennic's neck briefly, digging his nails in. "I like you here, like this. I didn't even have to tie your hands and you're already shaking."