[ fingers gone and lance is given a small moment of reprieve. it's weird how even weirder he feels without the pressure there, eliciting all those embarrassing sounds and squirms from him, but he feels mildly winded and empty without it, so he's left just watching keith, his gaze dropping down to eye that lip every now and then.
vaguely, he is aware of movement just behind him, evident too in the slick sounds that fill the room. he swallows a thick knot in his throat, slowly rocking back along keith's hips to press right up against the very tip of him, though he does little more than rub himself there, testing. call it payback for all that extra scissoring.
in any case, he's drawing a hand up to palm the side of keith's face, thumbing along that lower lip to work it loose from between his teeth. ]
That's my job, [ he'll say, cheekily, because he's about to have a dick in his butt in like .03 seconds, so he kind of wants to have the last word or something, and then he's leaning down to lick along that poor, abused lip before drawing it between his own and doing the same. ]
[He'll provide a squeeze back there, urging him closer, lifting slightly from the bed; there's little reason for him to do so as Lance's providing friction and weight, but he's a little impatient, suddenly desperate. He's bumping up against him, thinks he's teasing that hole but is, in turn, being teased. There's an audible exhale as soon as his lower lip's been free from that abuse, redder and slightly swollen, not entirely sure what Lance is on about until it's properly seized by his teeth (something he initially thought would be a kiss, but this is fine too).
Precum continuously permeates out, glossing over his head, dripping unevenly over that swollen cap as he tries to pierce him, hands-free; it's not really working out, and a hand hastily reaches in from behind once more, this time as a guide. He'd ask Lance if he were ready, if he could. He'll take a few things for granted in lifting up from the bed just a bit, trying to pop himself into a too-small hole.
[ slow and steady wins the race... except lance feels like if he keeps waiting, he'll burst, or maybe actually die or something. the last thing he wants to do is lose his nerve, already as far into this as they are, and he wants this, he does, he just knows he has to get through this mildly terrifying part first and he can't do that if keith's going to continue to be as considerate as he is.
cue lance just gritting his teeth and forcing his hips down around keith's length, all in one fell swoop. the good news is it's a fairly smooth transition, helped by all that mineral oil. the bad news is it's so sudden and swift that it knocks the wind right out of lance's lungs, and his mouth falls open in soundless shock and pleasure. it feels good, even if it's a weird kind of good, but there goes all strength he had in his legs, rip, goodbye forever. ]
[There's a soft gasp, a hand moves to grip uselessly between his shoulderblades, hips shifting a bit -- trying to advance without it being too much for either of him, even as he's already feeling overwhelmed. He wasn't sure how to prepare himself for the rush of friction, being squeezed so soundly by him without it being painful.]
Lance. [He's level with his throat, thinks to attack it with pursed lips -- if only he weren't totally breathless. He also thinks to topple them and enter him 'properly' -- impatiently, but he refrains from that just as well.
At least he's enjoying this. He murmurs the boy's name again, drags his fingers down his back, mostly trying to do very little aside from squirming in place in an effort to help. This is all supposed to be Lance, after all. Lance taking it at his own pace...]
[ currently, lance's "pace" is a whole lot of nothing. the anti-pace, if you will, since he's done nothing since his descent but lean heavily against keith, head pillowed between his neck and shoulder, his own shoulders the only part of him that's moving with each heavy, uneven breath.
outwardly, at least. all around keith, he should feel it — how lance twitches and pulses around him, erratic shifts between tight and too-tight. shakily, he lifts a hand to keith's shoulder. one first, then the other. somehow summons the strength to push himself up and slowly draw back to meet his partner's eyes. his face is flushed brightly, and he's already slick with sweat. ]
Keith... Holy crow... Why didn't you say it felt this good?
[ and then he's biting down on a lip, slowly starting to rock his hips forward and back. ]
[He's pulsing inside of him -- at least, it feels that way. A product of being squeezed in such a dubious way. It's a staggering in a funny way; while Lance has been inside of him before, he's yet to pierce anyone, especially Lance. He should...lie down. He probably needs to lie down, but he won't.]
I -- haah, [Don't make him answer when you're doing that thing with your butt. His fingers knead along his back, not scratching or pressing in, but pawing along...] I'm not good at explaining-?!
[All he can sneak out before Lance goes mobile. His hips roll forward in response, meeting him halfway with a flurry of audible, pleased gasps.]
All you — [ pant pant ] — had to say was — [ quiet moan ] — oh, Lance, it feels so good..!
[ the slight pitching of his voice may or may not have been intentional. either way, it's definitely genuine enough that it makes it a little less weird that he'd just called out his own name there, but you know what he means. at least he stops talking right after, quelling another moan behind his teeth as he bites down on a lip. his hands are gripping keith's shoulders tightly, using that mostly for leverage as his rocking becomes a lot more fervent and eager.
in due time, his hands switch from clawing to pushing, the friction so good that it's suddenly not enough, and so next he is shoving keith down onto the bed, which allows him enough room to rock onto his knees, and from there he begins to draw up and down along the length of keith's dick, though his strength hasn't fully returned yet that he can't help but slam down with each descent. it makes for a pretty lewd sound, but like they haven't sounded lewd before... ]
[He's got half a second to call him on his bs, tell him to stop making things weird in moaning about himself, but half a second isn't enough; Lance picks up the pace and he's audibly hissing back some rogue vowels; a hand grips at his boyfriend's ass for all of five seconds, only because Keith's surprisingly pliant, tipping over with no opposition whatsoever.
Which works in his favor, really. Less straining on his end. He arches to meet him several times nevertheless, groaning, palming and gripping at his bedsheets. Lifting quickly devolves into lazy squirming -- lazy only because his partner found himself a advantageous pace. With one less thing to worry about...
Once upon an assgrab shifts between Lance's legs, gripping onto his dick -- only holding it for a moment. Holding, squeezing, pumping eventually. He is still clawing at the sheets with his opposite, can't mix these two motions up.]
[ one day he'll succeed in getting keith to dirty talk at him, but he's content to let that day not be today. he's a little caught up in other things, after all, such as the hand suddenly wrapped around his dick, or the pressure continuing to rub delicious friction deep inside him. he hisses at the initial touch, as if burned, but the way his blunt fingernails claw along the flat of keith's stomach suggests that pain is the exact opposite of what he's feeling. his body ruts desperately between the sensations, rocking up into that hand only to slam back down over narrow hips. he picks up a strange, erratic rhythm, matched only by his uneven breaths. ]
Keith, [ he answers instinctively, ] oh my god— I'm —
[ honestly, how was he expected to last? he's been keyed up since first kiss, if we're being honest, and all that prepping and anticipation has finally culminated in his release. it's signaled by a sharp shout, a desperate final thrust into keith's fist, and he spills all over the other boy, unable to help himself even a little bit. ]
[He's pumping a bit faster at the urgency of his words and even as he's climaxing, it's become something of a habit to continue stroking him. His palm slackens up upon the firs string of warmth, but he's still stroking him, chewing the inside of his cheek, mentally staving off his own release for some reason; well, for one, it seems inappropriate to drill him insatiably while he's enduring a release.
Still within him, he'll sit up eventually, wind both arms around his middle and pepper his throat, jaw with kisses leading to his lips in tender appreciation...without trying to inhibit his breathing. It occurs to him that he should probably...pull out, but he'll remain until Lance starts complaining.
Which would be sooner rather than later, he expects.]
[ feeling incredibly winded, incredibly spent, lance doesn't even notice the world around him shift slightly until some of those butterfly kisses make it through the thick fog of post-coital bliss. his lashes flutter open, head pounding slightly in his dizziness.
his own arms have wound around keith's shoulders, using them as both leverage and a stabilizer, keeping him grounded despite how low and floaty he feels. for a couple of minutes, he is content as he is, leaning heavily against keith and letting his heated skin get kissed on, but eventually he realizes the light nagging in the back of his mind has manifested into a dull pulsing deep inside him
and only then does he realizes that amidst all his own throes of passion back there, keith himself hadn't actually experienced his.
he leans back then, meeting the other boy's eyes briefly. then he's slowly leaning back, down down down till he's forcing them both on the bed again, only this time he's nestled snug beneath keith. wordlessly, he shifts his legs around till they're wrapped around keith's waist, and with a little bit of a pull, he draws himself along the length of him again. ]
C'mon... You should finish too.
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i'm thrilled that they're finally having this problem
[Just watching him climax should be enough -- it's usually enough. It isn't like it's lost its appeal any either, but there he is, stiff and plugging Lance without even intending on holding out on him. He's quiet all the while, running his hands along Lance's side (smudging one a bit with come by accident, oopz) as he begins shifting, not entirely sure of his gameplan...
And then they've reversed positions; Keith's suddenly not sure about this. Whenever he's climaxed, he's not so ready for round two. Not immediately. It's just a theory, but his donger's gotta start feeling uncomfortable..and not only just because he's gone idle with the exception of Lance moving against him.]
Lance, no. [While nudging at a thigh.] I'll finish up on the outside.
[If that even...makes sense. Just because he hasn't climaxed doesn't mean his brain's not functioning at minimal capacity.]
[ it takes all of five seconds for keith's words to fully process.
and once they do, lance is propping himself up on his elbows, legs loosening around keith's waist so he can plant his feet on either side of the other boy. perfect leverage for levelling a look of utter incredulity at his partner. ]
[He sinks forward at the first sign of trouble, elbows extending to press into the mattress at either side of his head.]
I -- no! I like it, I like your butt.
[He's starting to move his hips a bit, pressing into him, tugging out just a bit, suddenly hyperconcious about falling out of him even in his concern. Now he's gotta prove the contrary while fretting.]
I just don't wanna hurt you, calm down.
[Smearing affection down his cheek, eventually reaching his lips in form of a slight nibble, distracted, trying to pickup a renewed pace but his legs are poised for birthing and it feels odd not having that two-second stability from before.]
[ that's his instinctive response anyway. part truth, but also part pride, because he's not delicate, keith, geez. sure, he's sore, but who wouldn't be, and that's something he'll get over after a nice hot bath anyway. he's certain it would take him much longer to get over not helping his own boyfriend have a good time on his own dang birthday.
however... ]
But — if you don't want to keep doing it this way, that's. That's fine too. [ maybe it's weird for him. maybe he hadn't been enjoying it as much as lance thought. maybe he took too long to get adjusted, and the moment's died out. maybe lance had been too selfish. ]
[Okay, he's not hurt -- he won't press it. He'll just continue thrusting into him, swallowing hard as Lance tries to reassure him -- offer different means. He only moves in trying to reach his leg with one hand, only getting as far as to tap his thigh, somehow motion to urge it around his waist, nonverbally. He's trying to rediscover his groove, trying...]
Lance. [Sharply, but soft all the same. He'll proceed to kiss him, hard, trying to push all of that self-consciousness aside with it -- because that's exactly what it sounds like to him. This is fine, it's working, he just..managed to extensively (so it feels) beat him to the punch.]
Keith, [ he means to antagonize back, but the word kind of cuts off prematurely into a hissing gasp, body remembering the feel of that strange friction again. he shifts beneath the other out of reflex, finding a better angle that works for him. that leg lifts and winds around keith again, high up along his back. somewhat placated, he allows himself to lean back again, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck to make their kisses a little easier, less strain on both their necks. despite the little hiccup there, it doesn't take too too long for lance to feel all warm and worked up again, finding a familiar rhythm in the shifting and press of their lips and tongue. ]
[He's wound up again, grunting softly, striking him on the inside. His hair falls forward some, likely brushing Lance's face, cheek -- whatever. He's retaining that closeness, listening for any little noise of complaint, any involuntary protest as a result of his persistence. He'll murmur Lance's name once more, tilt his head back just a bit.]
I-I'm close..!
[He'd already been wound up, it was just a minor blip. One of the more mild setbacks they've had...thinking back to their very first time like this. The grunting becomes more lilting -- sharper...]
[ lance feels his heart leap into his throat, honestly as eager for keith's release as the boy himself is (perhaps even more). sure, the setback had been minor, but there had still been a moment of uncertainty, insecurity, and even though that's been mostly smoothed over now, lance still cannot help but crave the validation that comes with, well. keith coming.
so when he feels the other boy begin to pick up his pace, his own breathes growing erratic, lance's legs wrap firmly around keith's waist again, encouraging his hips to drive down harder, deeper, ducking his head to muffle his moans against keith's ear. ]
[He'll grip a fistful of bedsheet, groaning unreservedly while filling Lance all the more -- this time with that warm liquid. When he retreats, he's still leaking some; a premature kickback to provide Lance with some faster relief, though he immediately regrets it, inwardly mourns the confines of...well, being inside of him. Some come smears along his thigh, groin, not a whole lot, but it's something he could probably feel. Even as Keith leans in for more kisses, breathing gruffly, unevenly, belatedly appreciating the sounds he'd been making, though drawing a connection between the two would be difficult.
He's just a sloppy affectionate mess now anyway.]
That was, [He begins, searching his face groggy with adoration.] nice.
Nice, [ he repeats, shifting beneath him. ] Yeah, sure. [ it's definitely more than nice; lance has got the messy butt to prove it. but with that in mind, he doesn't feel the need to press for more. insecurities suitably mollified for the moment, he will instead direct his attention to the mess they've made.
he can't help but look incredibly pleased with himself. ]
[Slowly but surely, he's toppling onto his side, only to avoid fullbody squashing Lance beneath him. All of his limbs have become mush -- standard proceedings.]
Thanks. [Still breathing unevenly, he'll reach forward to brush some hair from his forehead.] It...it was perfect.
[Easy to be mushy when your boy's looking extra-extra handsome.]
[ lance rolls onto his side to face keith, face flushed and hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks with sweat. he looks and feels utterly spent, but his heart hasn't really calmed from its high yet, meaning his grin splits wide across his cheeks without any reservation. ]
Really?
[ he closes his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. then he's curling an arm around keith's waist, tucking their bodies closer together. ]
[He brings an arm around Lance's waist, purposely low. He's gently kneading a buttcheek, mildly concerned even now, but it should be fine. Lance would never overlook even the slightest opportunity to complain.]
[ he makes a bit of a face, squirming under keith's ministrations. it doesn't hurt, it actually just vaguely tickles, but it does coax him to scoot up even closer. leg sandwiches between his like a pillow. ]
Didn't you know, babe? Everything's about me. Even your own birthday.
[ tipping his head up, he drops a kiss to the middle of keith's brow, also covered in hair and sweat. ]
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vaguely, he is aware of movement just behind him, evident too in the slick sounds that fill the room. he swallows a thick knot in his throat, slowly rocking back along keith's hips to press right up against the very tip of him, though he does little more than rub himself there, testing. call it payback for all that extra scissoring.
in any case, he's drawing a hand up to palm the side of keith's face, thumbing along that lower lip to work it loose from between his teeth. ]
That's my job, [ he'll say, cheekily, because he's about to have a dick in his butt in like .03 seconds, so he kind of wants to have the last word or something, and then he's leaning down to lick along that poor, abused lip before drawing it between his own and doing the same. ]
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Precum continuously permeates out, glossing over his head, dripping unevenly over that swollen cap as he tries to pierce him, hands-free; it's not really working out, and a hand hastily reaches in from behind once more, this time as a guide. He'd ask Lance if he were ready, if he could. He'll take a few things for granted in lifting up from the bed just a bit, trying to pop himself into a too-small hole.
Now we wait....]
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cue lance just gritting his teeth and forcing his hips down around keith's length, all in one fell swoop. the good news is it's a fairly smooth transition, helped by all that mineral oil. the bad news is it's so sudden and swift that it knocks the wind right out of lance's lungs, and his mouth falls open in soundless shock and pleasure. it feels good, even if it's a weird kind of good, but there goes all strength he had in his legs, rip, goodbye forever. ]
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Lance. [He's level with his throat, thinks to attack it with pursed lips -- if only he weren't totally breathless. He also thinks to topple them and enter him 'properly' -- impatiently, but he refrains from that just as well.
At least he's enjoying this. He murmurs the boy's name again, drags his fingers down his back, mostly trying to do very little aside from squirming in place in an effort to help. This is all supposed to be Lance, after all. Lance taking it at his own pace...]
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outwardly, at least. all around keith, he should feel it — how lance twitches and pulses around him, erratic shifts between tight and too-tight. shakily, he lifts a hand to keith's shoulder. one first, then the other. somehow summons the strength to push himself up and slowly draw back to meet his partner's eyes. his face is flushed brightly, and he's already slick with sweat. ]
Keith... Holy crow... Why didn't you say it felt this good?
[ and then he's biting down on a lip, slowly starting to rock his hips forward and back. ]
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I -- haah, [Don't make him answer when you're doing that thing with your butt. His fingers knead along his back, not scratching or pressing in, but pawing along...] I'm not good at explaining-?!
[All he can sneak out before Lance goes mobile. His hips roll forward in response, meeting him halfway with a flurry of audible, pleased gasps.]
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[ the slight pitching of his voice may or may not have been intentional. either way, it's definitely genuine enough that it makes it a little less weird that he'd just called out his own name there, but you know what he means. at least he stops talking right after, quelling another moan behind his teeth as he bites down on a lip. his hands are gripping keith's shoulders tightly, using that mostly for leverage as his rocking becomes a lot more fervent and eager.
in due time, his hands switch from clawing to pushing, the friction so good that it's suddenly not enough, and so next he is shoving keith down onto the bed, which allows him enough room to rock onto his knees, and from there he begins to draw up and down along the length of keith's dick, though his strength hasn't fully returned yet that he can't help but slam down with each descent. it makes for a pretty lewd sound, but like they haven't sounded lewd before... ]
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Which works in his favor, really. Less straining on his end. He arches to meet him several times nevertheless, groaning, palming and gripping at his bedsheets. Lifting quickly devolves into lazy squirming -- lazy only because his partner found himself a advantageous pace. With one less thing to worry about...
Once upon an assgrab shifts between Lance's legs, gripping onto his dick -- only holding it for a moment. Holding, squeezing, pumping eventually. He is still clawing at the sheets with his opposite, can't mix these two motions up.]
Lance.
[--it's a start, likely all it will be.]
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Keith, [ he answers instinctively, ] oh my god— I'm —
[ honestly, how was he expected to last? he's been keyed up since first kiss, if we're being honest, and all that prepping and anticipation has finally culminated in his release. it's signaled by a sharp shout, a desperate final thrust into keith's fist, and he spills all over the other boy, unable to help himself even a little bit. ]
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Still within him, he'll sit up eventually, wind both arms around his middle and pepper his throat, jaw with kisses leading to his lips in tender appreciation...without trying to inhibit his breathing. It occurs to him that he should probably...pull out, but he'll remain until Lance starts complaining.
Which would be sooner rather than later, he expects.]
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his own arms have wound around keith's shoulders, using them as both leverage and a stabilizer, keeping him grounded despite how low and floaty he feels. for a couple of minutes, he is content as he is, leaning heavily against keith and letting his heated skin get kissed on, but eventually he realizes the light nagging in the back of his mind has manifested into a dull pulsing deep inside him
and only then does he realizes that amidst all his own throes of passion back there, keith himself hadn't actually experienced his.
he leans back then, meeting the other boy's eyes briefly. then he's slowly leaning back, down down down till he's forcing them both on the bed again, only this time he's nestled snug beneath keith. wordlessly, he shifts his legs around till they're wrapped around keith's waist, and with a little bit of a pull, he draws himself along the length of him again. ]
C'mon... You should finish too.
i'm thrilled that they're finally having this problem
And then they've reversed positions; Keith's suddenly not sure about this. Whenever he's climaxed, he's not so ready for round two. Not immediately. It's just a theory, but his donger's gotta start feeling uncomfortable..and not only just because he's gone idle with the exception of Lance moving against him.]
Lance, no. [While nudging at a thigh.] I'll finish up on the outside.
[If that even...makes sense. Just because he hasn't climaxed doesn't mean his brain's not functioning at minimal capacity.]
why are you so mean to keef on his burday
and once they do, lance is propping himself up on his elbows, legs loosening around keith's waist so he can plant his feet on either side of the other boy. perfect leverage for levelling a look of utter incredulity at his partner. ]
What? Why?
[ he squints. ]
Is something wrong with my butt?
[ now he's all defensive. ]
Because last I checked you were loving it!
birthday surprise
I -- no! I like it, I like your butt.
[He's starting to move his hips a bit, pressing into him, tugging out just a bit, suddenly hyperconcious about falling out of him even in his concern. Now he's gotta prove the contrary while fretting.]
I just don't wanna hurt you, calm down.
[Smearing affection down his cheek, eventually reaching his lips in form of a slight nibble, distracted, trying to pickup a renewed pace but his legs are poised for birthing and it feels odd not having that two-second stability from before.]
surprise....
[ that's his instinctive response anyway. part truth, but also part pride, because he's not delicate, keith, geez. sure, he's sore, but who wouldn't be, and that's something he'll get over after a nice hot bath anyway. he's certain it would take him much longer to get over not helping his own boyfriend have a good time on his own dang birthday.
however... ]
But — if you don't want to keep doing it this way, that's. That's fine too. [ maybe it's weird for him. maybe he hadn't been enjoying it as much as lance thought. maybe he took too long to get adjusted, and the moment's died out. maybe lance had been too selfish. ]
I can use my hands...?
surprise!
Lance. [Sharply, but soft all the same. He'll proceed to kiss him, hard, trying to push all of that self-consciousness aside with it -- because that's exactly what it sounds like to him. This is fine, it's working, he just..managed to extensively (so it feels) beat him to the punch.]
thanks i hate it
:o)
I-I'm close..!
[He'd already been wound up, it was just a minor blip. One of the more mild setbacks they've had...thinking back to their very first time like this. The grunting becomes more lilting -- sharper...]
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so when he feels the other boy begin to pick up his pace, his own breathes growing erratic, lance's legs wrap firmly around keith's waist again, encouraging his hips to drive down harder, deeper, ducking his head to muffle his moans against keith's ear. ]
Come on — do it!
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He's just a sloppy affectionate mess now anyway.]
That was, [He begins, searching his face groggy with adoration.] nice.
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Nice, [ he repeats, shifting beneath him. ] Yeah, sure. [ it's definitely more than nice; lance has got the messy butt to prove it. but with that in mind, he doesn't feel the need to press for more. insecurities suitably mollified for the moment, he will instead direct his attention to the mess they've made.
he can't help but look incredibly pleased with himself. ]
Happy birthday.
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Thanks. [Still breathing unevenly, he'll reach forward to brush some hair from his forehead.] It...it was perfect.
[Easy to be mushy when your boy's looking extra-extra handsome.]
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Really?
[ he closes his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. then he's curling an arm around keith's waist, tucking their bodies closer together. ]
Thank god. That's all I wanted.
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And it's not even your birthday.
[Carefully dipping a leg between Lance's...]
Thanks.
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Didn't you know, babe? Everything's about me. Even your own birthday.
[ tipping his head up, he drops a kiss to the middle of keith's brow, also covered in hair and sweat. ]
You're welcome.
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