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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."

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He loved the pressure on his neck, the pain that made his breath come in breathless gasps as he smirked. It would have been a pity if this was over too quickly, he could appreciate Harper's technique even if it left him begging for more at the moment.

"So you think," he grinned before groaning before quickly biting his lip when Harper's fingers pressed up firmly. "I am don't surrender so easily."

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Someone like Krennic probably tried to avoid surrendering at all. Every action had to earn him something. Even something like this, which might look like surrender to an outside observer, only meant he was getting his satisfaction. Perhaps not exactly as planned, but satisfaction nonetheless. Harper knew the type, had fucked more than a few over the years. Armored inside and out, but oh so pretty when they finally broke.

It took time. Always.

Harper hummed thoughtfully, grabbing Krennic by the hair and pulling his head back just as he began moving his hand again - faster this time, and much harsher. "I'm sure you believe that. A man of your rank."

And all he'd done to reach it.

Harper pulled his hand free entirely, slapping Krennic's hip.

"But you will."

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Krennic didn't resist when his hair was pulled, looking back at Harper. He wasn't able to speak as Harper moved his hand faster, getting at least a bit of relief and what he wanted.

But it was over too quickly as he felt the other man's fingers pulling free and he was left aching, his body jerking when his hip was slapped. Another red mark that would last a couple of days, at least.

"And how will you make me beg?" he challenged but they both knew that it was inevitable.

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Harper smoothed his hand over the red mark, knowing it would sting. "That would be telling."

And where was the fun in that?

Harper leaned forward, bracing on one hand, and brought their hips flush together. A tease. And a promise. "And I can do this all night, Imperial. Though I'm told you're good at strategy."

He leaned forward and bit Krennic on the shoulder, just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Now would be the time for ---ah. Your counterattack."

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"Even you have your limits, Mandalorian," he pointed out before he was distracted at feeling Harper up against him. So close...but he wouldn't give in.

He smirked at the bite to his shoulder, he was going to be covered in marks at this rate.

"Yes, and as an engineer, I know how to spot weakness." he shifted to roll over onto his back with a grin, looking up at Harper. He ran his nails up the other man's side, looking almost thoughtful. "The question is, what should I do with you?'

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Harper leaned into the contact, eyes bright. Good, good, it was getting interesting all over again. Krennic wasn't the type to let anything slide. If he saw an advantage, he'd exploit it ruthlessly. It made him dangerous and the Empire, for all its corruption and decadence, appreciated such things. Harper respected them from time to time.

After all, without the Empire, Krennic would hardly be what he was.

"You'll have to decide soon," Harper replied, baring his teeth. "You would have made a terrible Mandalorian. I've decided to forgive you for that."

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"How fortunate I'm an Imperial then." He took a moment to eye their situation, Harper had him practically pinned to the bed but there were always opportunities. "But I am touched by your forgiving nature," he said with a short laugh, taking a deep breath.

And he was willing to take this one. He gripped Harper's side suddenly, hard as he could. Hopefully, it would be enough distraction to flip them over, letting Krennic straddle the other man's legs with amusement.

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The move was telegraphed - easy to catch the subtle things with no clothes or armor in the way - but Harper decided to allow it and ended up on his back with a grunt. He tipped his head back, feeling nearly giddy at the change, and bit back laughter. "Oh. I see. And what does the Imperial have in mind for me?"

It was only fair.