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Hit me.

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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.

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Two could play at this game though Harper seemed to be the expert. Krennic himself had believed himself to be rather learned but he supposed he still could be surprised. It was a rather pleasant development.

"Something which certainly isn't taught in any official training," he murmured as he moved down, leaving a few bite marks down Harper's chest. But he held the other man's sides down, though he was sure the Mandalorian was allowing himself to be held in place for now.

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Hmm. That was an interesting choice of words.

Harper raised an eyebrow, shivering against the bite-marks. If needed, he could have held completely still against it, but had decided not to. Mandalorian warriors were trained to endure great stress in silence and complete stillness if needed. And while this was no great trial to endure - Harper was rather enjoying it thus far - it was indeed becoming distracting.

"I hear all sorts of rumors about the Officer Corps," Harper murmured, flexing his arms against Krennic's hold. Just a little. To show that he could, that he was allowing this. Why not? "Dear me. Could some of them be true?"

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"Oh? And what have you heard?" he chuckled. He knew of his own reputation in the Imperial ranks. He had been a legend in school for his nightly carousing and he had changed little during his service to the Republic.

Tt was likely one of the reasons officers like Tarkin looked down on him but he wasn't ashamed. He had managed to accomplish a great deal despite his personal life. "I can confirm if they are or not," he murmured as his lips trailed down as his grip tightened on Harper's wrists, glancing up at him.

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"I bet you can," Harper murmured, shifting a little for a better position. There was a scar on his hip where he'd been stabbed some years ago and it smarted from time to time if the muscles tensed the wrong way. He had many such scars and it was a dangerous thing to let someone like Krennic see them up close. A man like him was certain to get ideas.

But that, of course, was part of the thrill. Seeing how far it could go.

Harper tipped his head back, grinning up at the ceiling, and let Krennic pin his wrists without a fight. "I'm told it's customary for cadets to fuck their superiors for better assignments. Friends in high places. Such as they are."

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"It's true." Krennic saw no reason to deny it. It had been something he had learned early. "If you want to advance in the Imperial military, it's best you have a few special talents," he said as he looked at the scars. "And it's the best way to make friends and form alliances."

He looked up at Harper as his lips lingered on the scar on his hip before moving down one thigh, shifting Harper's legs apart.

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Interesting. Unbidden, Harper wondered what sort of friends his niece made in the Academy. It wasn't something they'd spoken of. He'd heard rumors it wasn't an especially pleasant time for her and decided it wasn't a road worth following. Not in this moment, at least.

Harper bared his teeth in a silent grin, letting his eyes close. He'd never liked this sort of thing, letting someone put their mouth on him. It always felt like losing control in more ways than the obvious, like falling out of his body. But if it was part of a game, then he could see it through.

And this was clearly a game.

"I see," Harper murmured. "You must have many friends."

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"Mhmm. I was very popular." He was sure Harper could tell that already as he suddenly bit down on the inside of Harper's thigh, aiming to leave a mark that would last for some time.

He knew what he was doing, and just how to use his teeth.

"I believe you can tell why that was."

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The shock of it made Harper tense and hiss, flexing his hands against Krennic's hold. But the game was to hold still, so he did.

"You know how to read a room," Harper said, a little breathless. It was true but perhaps not the answer Krennic was looking for. "I imagine people like putting you in your place. Or thinking they have."

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Krennic smirked, teasing the mark he had left with his lips. Tarkin thought he had Krennic where he wanted and that he would be able to crush him. Yet, at this very moment, Tarkin was distracted with a conflict in a star system in the Outer Rim which Krennic had orchestrated to keep the governor from interfering.

"I wouldn't deny that," he said after a moment, leaning back to peer at his work. Satisfied, he moved back up, leaving a few more bite marks and bruises. "It's much more satisfying to let them believe they won until the last minute."

Tarkin would learn that lesson very well, if he had anything to say about it.