Special birthday (1/4)kain_abelDecember 10 2009, 20:45:16 UTC
I couldn't resist this. XD
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The first thing Jensen noticed were the long, long legs that were covered in fishnet tights and ended in screaming, red pumps. He almost swallowed his tongue.
The body on the stage started moving and Jensen couldn't not look so his eyes raked up that lean body, finding a too small (and evenly red) skirt that covered the crotch just so and a corset that left a small expanse of skin shine through between skirt and corset. There was something like a leash hanging from the neck, a mass of links formed together to a chain that hung loosely over the torso. Jensen gripped his beer bottle tighter, it was all he could do to not jump up and storm out, right the fuck now.
He knew he shouldn't have come here without at least one of his friends as back-up. He knew better than that. But he had planned this evening, his thirties birthday, for such a long time and it wasn't fucking fair that everybody just seemed to have other appointments at the last minute. They told him he could replace it.
Jensen wasn't someone for spontaneity, when he planned something he went through with it. Not to consider that it took him almost a year to muster up the courage to actually set foot into a strip club.
The man on the stage did a move with his hips that should be considered illegal and Jensen forgot immediately whatever he had been thinking about. He hastily brought the beer to his lips only to spit it out in a spray a moment later when the stripper in front of him went down on the pole with his front to the crowd and his hands over his head to keep his balance and opened his legs in a slutty movement when his butt touched his heels.
He wiggled a bit with his hips, pumping them up and down a few times and Jensen could feel himself flush all over as he noticed that it had affected him already. He looked away really fast.
The crowd around him was shouting obscenities and spurred him on, as the music grew faster and Jensen could spot a few with their hands on their crotches, not even very subtle.
A sudden and loud thud caught his attention and brought it back to the stage where the stripper had already lost his corset, torso glossy with sweat, or oil maybe, and abs some men would kill for. Heat settled more firmly in Jensen's gut, want and lust rivalling inside him.
Then the man did something that took the breath from Jensen once again, he hooked one leg around the pool, arched his back until he was almost horizontal and threw his head back in the same movement, dark brown hair flying all around his face. And this very moment his gaze met Jensen's.
It caught Jensen unaware, dark eyes boring into his for what seemed like an eternity but could only have been a few seconds, making the moment more intimate than it had any right to be with a sly but lazy smile that curled the man's lips. Then he was up again, continued to dance over the stage, sinking to his knees for someone so they could slip him a few notes and not losing that smile the whole time.
Someone threw something over to the man which he caught graceful in his movement and then there was his voice coming through suddenly muted music.
“It has been brought to my attention,” the man drawled dark and sinuous. His hips didn't still their movement even now. “That we have a birthday boy here today.” He winked at someone in the audience Jensen couldn't detect and cat calls followed his statement.
“What do you think, should I get him up here to have some more fun when he came here on this special day?” The strippers voice was laced with innuendo and cockiness. Jensen wondered who else's birthday it might be today but then those dark eyes found him again and pinned him to the spot. Jensen didn't hear any of the rising noise around him, not the cat calls and not the rooting but he heard very clearly as the stripper announced, “Seems like he's a bit shy. Maybe he wants me to come get him.”
Re: Special birthday (2/4)kain_abelDecember 10 2009, 20:46:06 UTC
And in one swift movement the guy was on his knees again, slowly, lithely crawling towards Jensen who stopped breathing altogether now. Those eyes were promising him things Jensen wouldn't have dreamed of before, daring him at the same time to take without second-guessing and then he was up in Jensen's face. One long, slick finger caressed over his temple down to his cheekbones and settled under his jaw until the guy tugged Jensen so close to him that he could feel his breath all over his face.
“C'mon,” the stripper whispered to him, pulling at Jensen till he was out of his seat, now with his hip to the stage and still staring up at the other man's face. Jensen didn't take the time to freak about it or to even think about what he was doing when he hoisted himself up onto the stage, now standing taller than the stripper who was still on his knees but had sat back on his heels. Which brought him on eye-level with Jensen's hard-on.
Jensen flushed immediately, hoping the lights wouldn't show his blush too much. The room seemed to explode with noises, everybody screaming and cheering that Jensen thought he might become deaf. Then warm fingers curled themselves around his thighs, and everything focused back on the man to his feet.
It was amazing to watch how he raised up, so close to Jensen's body that he could feel the drag along his clothes, the warmth of the other body bleeding through the thin material. The guy was freakishly tall, overtowering Jensen by almost a foot. He moved back with elegance, pulling Jensen along on his belt loop. Jensen felt so inadequate, so wrong but he could do nothing except stumble after him, suddenly leant against the pool himself and he'd have sworn that he could still feel heat at all the places the stripper had touched it before.
Gladly it didn't seem to be expected of him to do anything because the other guy only turned away, back to the crowd and all of a sudden ripped the mini-skirt from his hips. It revealed thin, black briefs that left nothing to the imagination. The crowd howled even louder at that.
Then Jensen sucked in a stifled breath as he caught sight of the garter belts that held the tights firmly in place. He hadn't had time to overcome his shock when the stripper was back in front of him, hips aligned with Jensen's and he pushed back. Jensen could feel those firm cheeks rubbing against his erection, feel the dizziness covering up his brain and he wanted to throw his head back in pleasure but was too concerned that he would lose his stand in the process.
Suddenly there were lips near his ear again, whispering “Hold onto the pole for me” and before Jensen noticed that the other guy had been gone he was back, pressing his whole body onto Jensen's. His hands ran up Jensen's sides and lifted Jensen's arms till his own fingers found the pole and held on to it, tight.
He was rewarded with an unreadable smile and a wink before the guy dropped down in front of him again. Jensen could feel his fingers running over his thighs, over his stomach, could feel warmth on every part that got touched but he didn't see him anymore, eyes fixed somewhere on the ceiling. He was ridiculously close to the edge already and even if he nearly managed to ignore the people around them, he was not willing to embarrass himself by coming from just those few touches.
The next minutes were a blur, Jensen holding onto the pole, legs opening to insistent touches, the stripper moving in front and around him, sometimes murmuring in his ear how hot he was and generally making a show of it. It was almost a shock when the music died all of a sudden and the lights faded out so fast Jensen thought he had gone blind. A warm hand dragged him away, Jensen following blindly, rather stumbling than actually walking and then he was backed against a wall, a hot body covering his.
Re: Special birthday (3/4)kain_abelDecember 10 2009, 20:47:45 UTC
“God, Jensen, so hot!” he heard, breath coming in short burst against his neck.
“How do you know my name?” he asked panting but a bit bewildered by the whole thing. His brain seemed to still work a bit slower than usual.
“Does it matter? I'm Jared,” tall guy answered leaning away from Jensen a few inches and Jensen had to crane his neck to look him in the eyes.
“Did my friends pay you to do this?” The thought had invaded his mind and anger flared up together with the lust still thrumming in his veins.
The stripper - Jared chuckled, low and somehow dangerous. “For the dance? Yeah. For this?” He moved his hips against Jensen's, rubbing with his thigh against Jensen's cock. His head bent down to Jensen, his eyes had gone serious but on his lips were still a playful smile. “This is all me, baby.” And if this voice didn't have Jensen almost creaming his pants.
He bit the insides of his cheeks, hard, to keep himself in the game. Next there were lips against his, opening him up and licking the blood from him. The assault against his torn cheek made him whimper but he arched up into Jared nonetheless. “Too tall,” was the only thing he got out as they both parted for breath.
Jared laughed, and moved away. Jensen followed him like a magnet watching as Jared ripped the pumps from his feet, both shoes flying through the room to never be seen again. The next second Jensen was back on Jared's mouth, kissing him, biting his lips and his hands roamed over Jared's firm back, a displeased noise escaping his throat.
“Let's see what we can do about that,” Jared chuckled again and then dropped to his knees, fingers working Jensen's pants open in one swift move, pulling them together with his boxers down and then Jared's mouth engulfed Jensen's dick. Everything around Jensen blurred around the edges as he felt the heat and wetness, his hands finding purchase in Jared's long hair, gripping tight but not too tight.
Jared moved up and down on his dick, tongue pressing against the underside, sucking on the upstroke, hollowing his cheeks out downwards. Jensen moaned wildly above him, whimpers escaping sometimes and he finally pulled Jared from him when he could feel the orgasm building itself at the base of his spine.
“No, no- not yet, I-” he panted. Jared to his feet looked tempting, how he watched Jensen holding himself back, how his lips were shiny and red from the use. He was up before Jensen registered him moving, rummaging somewhere in his room and back in Jensen's space before Jensen could muster up even one coherent thought. Jared kissed him, raw and passionate and pressed something in Jensen's open palm.
When Jared stepped back from him, Jensen looked down to find lube and condom there, his eyes back up to Jared just to see him wriggle out of the briefs. Jensen took a moment to appreciate the view but when Jared attempted to move the tights as well he said with a horse voice, “No, leave them.”
Re: Special birthday (4/4)kain_abelDecember 10 2009, 20:48:12 UTC
Jared raised an eyebrow at that, teasingly but definitely approving and turned around. He braced his hands on the wall as he bend himself down to present Jensen a perfect view of his butt cheeks. Jensen frantically sucked air into his lungs, gulping down the lump in his throat but he only moved when Jared turned to him and sent him a come-hither look.
Jared felt perfect under Jensen's fingers and he moaned and writhed as he entered him with one finger, the other hand constantly running over every available inch of Jared's body. A second followed quick and Jared started cursing which made Jensen grin wickedly.
“C'mon, come on, come on,” Jared chanted under his breath as Jensen added a third finger, scissoring and stretching his hole wide. Jared pushed back onto him, making sweat explode all over Jensen's body. Suddenly Jensen felt himself pinned again by those dark eyes boring into his.
“Fuck me, now!” Jared insisted. Jensen almost lost the condom in his haste to pull it over his dick. He grabbed Jared's hip with one hand, the other guiding his cock to his hole and then he pressed forward.
A cry erupted from Jared, his back curving under Jensen as Jensen moved a few inches inside before he pulled out again just to press a little further inside. He sustained a rhythm, encouraged by Jared's constant stream of Fuck, so good, come on, deeper, yeah, god!
Jared moved with him, drawing Jensen deeper with every movement. And Jensen only gripped his hips with both hands and slammed one last time inside, his balls slapping against Jared's ass and groaned loudly. The fishnet tights rasped against his thighs and Jensen went wild. From there on it was frenzied movement, more curses from Jared's side and a harder grip from Jensen. When Jensen came, everything around him whitened out for a minute, his hips wouldn't stop moving but he registered nothing around him anymore.
Jared was still tossing, pushing himself into Jensen's thrusts. But Jensen drew out of him, eliciting a desperate noise from the man in front of him and quickly disposed of the condom. Then he turned Jared to face him, Jared's back now against the wall and jerked him off, rough, fast and satisfying. Jared came with a muffled cry and Jensen dragged his mouth down to his again, kissing every noise right out of him.
They both fell to the floor, completely boneless and sated. Their shoulders touched as they sat there propped up against the wall. Then Jared turned towards Jensen, smiling a little sheepishly.
Re: Special birthday epiloguekain_abelDecember 11 2009, 00:47:42 UTC
Okay, since I posted this I feel like it sounds very non-AU, more like role-playing and I don't want to leave it like that. This is the scene that was in my head for after that and you can see it as a kind-of-epilogue.
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They took their time getting dressed again, not avoiding each others eyes but not quite looking either. Jensen had this weird feeling in his stomach, something warm but messy, as if something was churning and he didn't want it to end like this.
Then Jared was there, right in front of him, holding a small piece of paper towards Jensen. He seemed flustered and there was a flush on his cheeks.
“Here, if you- I mean, if you like I'll be here every Thursday and Saturday,” Jared said still nervous and clearly a bit disappointed when Jensen made no move to take the card. He lowered his hand together with his head and Jensen grabbed the piece of paper quickly. He didn't like the look Jared has had a moment before and when Jared in fact smiled at him now, he felt like he made the right decision, no matter the consequences.
“On the back, that's my private number,” Jared added as if an afterthought.
“I think I'll better go then,” Jensen said, not really sure what the etiquette for situations like this was. He felt inadequate because this whole night was way beyond his usual behaviour and he wasn't sure how to act now, if Jared would expect something like this next time as well.
Before Jensen could leave the room, hand already on the handle, Jared pulled him back into his arms, engulfing him in a big bone-crushing hug. Laughter bubbled up in Jensen's throat as he patted his back. When Jared let him go, there was a big smile plastered to the stripper's face and Jensen could feel the knots in his stomach untying themselves.
They said their good-byes and Jensen called himself a cab outside. He wasn't even completely home before he texted Jared the first time that evening.
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The first thing Jensen noticed were the long, long legs that were covered in fishnet tights and ended in screaming, red pumps. He almost swallowed his tongue.
The body on the stage started moving and Jensen couldn't not look so his eyes raked up that lean body, finding a too small (and evenly red) skirt that covered the crotch just so and a corset that left a small expanse of skin shine through between skirt and corset. There was something like a leash hanging from the neck, a mass of links formed together to a chain that hung loosely over the torso. Jensen gripped his beer bottle tighter, it was all he could do to not jump up and storm out, right the fuck now.
He knew he shouldn't have come here without at least one of his friends as back-up. He knew better than that. But he had planned this evening, his thirties birthday, for such a long time and it wasn't fucking fair that everybody just seemed to have other appointments at the last minute. They told him he could replace it.
Jensen wasn't someone for spontaneity, when he planned something he went through with it. Not to consider that it took him almost a year to muster up the courage to actually set foot into a strip club.
The man on the stage did a move with his hips that should be considered illegal and Jensen forgot immediately whatever he had been thinking about. He hastily brought the beer to his lips only to spit it out in a spray a moment later when the stripper in front of him went down on the pole with his front to the crowd and his hands over his head to keep his balance and opened his legs in a slutty movement when his butt touched his heels.
He wiggled a bit with his hips, pumping them up and down a few times and Jensen could feel himself flush all over as he noticed that it had affected him already. He looked away really fast.
The crowd around him was shouting obscenities and spurred him on, as the music grew faster and Jensen could spot a few with their hands on their crotches, not even very subtle.
A sudden and loud thud caught his attention and brought it back to the stage where the stripper had already lost his corset, torso glossy with sweat, or oil maybe, and abs some men would kill for. Heat settled more firmly in Jensen's gut, want and lust rivalling inside him.
Then the man did something that took the breath from Jensen once again, he hooked one leg around the pool, arched his back until he was almost horizontal and threw his head back in the same movement, dark brown hair flying all around his face. And this very moment his gaze met Jensen's.
It caught Jensen unaware, dark eyes boring into his for what seemed like an eternity but could only have been a few seconds, making the moment more intimate than it had any right to be with a sly but lazy smile that curled the man's lips. Then he was up again, continued to dance over the stage, sinking to his knees for someone so they could slip him a few notes and not losing that smile the whole time.
Someone threw something over to the man which he caught graceful in his movement and then there was his voice coming through suddenly muted music.
“It has been brought to my attention,” the man drawled dark and sinuous. His hips didn't still their movement even now. “That we have a birthday boy here today.” He winked at someone in the audience Jensen couldn't detect and cat calls followed his statement.
“What do you think, should I get him up here to have some more fun when he came here on this special day?” The strippers voice was laced with innuendo and cockiness. Jensen wondered who else's birthday it might be today but then those dark eyes found him again and pinned him to the spot. Jensen didn't hear any of the rising noise around him, not the cat calls and not the rooting but he heard very clearly as the stripper announced, “Seems like he's a bit shy. Maybe he wants me to come get him.”
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“C'mon,” the stripper whispered to him, pulling at Jensen till he was out of his seat, now with his hip to the stage and still staring up at the other man's face. Jensen didn't take the time to freak about it or to even think about what he was doing when he hoisted himself up onto the stage, now standing taller than the stripper who was still on his knees but had sat back on his heels. Which brought him on eye-level with Jensen's hard-on.
Jensen flushed immediately, hoping the lights wouldn't show his blush too much. The room seemed to explode with noises, everybody screaming and cheering that Jensen thought he might become deaf. Then warm fingers curled themselves around his thighs, and everything focused back on the man to his feet.
It was amazing to watch how he raised up, so close to Jensen's body that he could feel the drag along his clothes, the warmth of the other body bleeding through the thin material. The guy was freakishly tall, overtowering Jensen by almost a foot. He moved back with elegance, pulling Jensen along on his belt loop. Jensen felt so inadequate, so wrong but he could do nothing except stumble after him, suddenly leant against the pool himself and he'd have sworn that he could still feel heat at all the places the stripper had touched it before.
Gladly it didn't seem to be expected of him to do anything because the other guy only turned away, back to the crowd and all of a sudden ripped the mini-skirt from his hips. It revealed thin, black briefs that left nothing to the imagination. The crowd howled even louder at that.
Then Jensen sucked in a stifled breath as he caught sight of the garter belts that held the tights firmly in place. He hadn't had time to overcome his shock when the stripper was back in front of him, hips aligned with Jensen's and he pushed back. Jensen could feel those firm cheeks rubbing against his erection, feel the dizziness covering up his brain and he wanted to throw his head back in pleasure but was too concerned that he would lose his stand in the process.
Suddenly there were lips near his ear again, whispering “Hold onto the pole for me” and before Jensen noticed that the other guy had been gone he was back, pressing his whole body onto Jensen's. His hands ran up Jensen's sides and lifted Jensen's arms till his own fingers found the pole and held on to it, tight.
He was rewarded with an unreadable smile and a wink before the guy dropped down in front of him again. Jensen could feel his fingers running over his thighs, over his stomach, could feel warmth on every part that got touched but he didn't see him anymore, eyes fixed somewhere on the ceiling. He was ridiculously close to the edge already and even if he nearly managed to ignore the people around them, he was not willing to embarrass himself by coming from just those few touches.
The next minutes were a blur, Jensen holding onto the pole, legs opening to insistent touches, the stripper moving in front and around him, sometimes murmuring in his ear how hot he was and generally making a show of it. It was almost a shock when the music died all of a sudden and the lights faded out so fast Jensen thought he had gone blind. A warm hand dragged him away, Jensen following blindly, rather stumbling than actually walking and then he was backed against a wall, a hot body covering his.
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“How do you know my name?” he asked panting but a bit bewildered by the whole thing. His brain seemed to still work a bit slower than usual.
“Does it matter? I'm Jared,” tall guy answered leaning away from Jensen a few inches and Jensen had to crane his neck to look him in the eyes.
“Did my friends pay you to do this?” The thought had invaded his mind and anger flared up together with the lust still thrumming in his veins.
The stripper - Jared chuckled, low and somehow dangerous. “For the dance? Yeah. For this?” He moved his hips against Jensen's, rubbing with his thigh against Jensen's cock. His head bent down to Jensen, his eyes had gone serious but on his lips were still a playful smile. “This is all me, baby.” And if this voice didn't have Jensen almost creaming his pants.
He bit the insides of his cheeks, hard, to keep himself in the game. Next there were lips against his, opening him up and licking the blood from him. The assault against his torn cheek made him whimper but he arched up into Jared nonetheless. “Too tall,” was the only thing he got out as they both parted for breath.
Jared laughed, and moved away. Jensen followed him like a magnet watching as Jared ripped the pumps from his feet, both shoes flying through the room to never be seen again. The next second Jensen was back on Jared's mouth, kissing him, biting his lips and his hands roamed over Jared's firm back, a displeased noise escaping his throat.
“Let's see what we can do about that,” Jared chuckled again and then dropped to his knees, fingers working Jensen's pants open in one swift move, pulling them together with his boxers down and then Jared's mouth engulfed Jensen's dick. Everything around Jensen blurred around the edges as he felt the heat and wetness, his hands finding purchase in Jared's long hair, gripping tight but not too tight.
Jared moved up and down on his dick, tongue pressing against the underside, sucking on the upstroke, hollowing his cheeks out downwards. Jensen moaned wildly above him, whimpers escaping sometimes and he finally pulled Jared from him when he could feel the orgasm building itself at the base of his spine.
“No, no- not yet, I-” he panted. Jared to his feet looked tempting, how he watched Jensen holding himself back, how his lips were shiny and red from the use. He was up before Jensen registered him moving, rummaging somewhere in his room and back in Jensen's space before Jensen could muster up even one coherent thought. Jared kissed him, raw and passionate and pressed something in Jensen's open palm.
When Jared stepped back from him, Jensen looked down to find lube and condom there, his eyes back up to Jared just to see him wriggle out of the briefs. Jensen took a moment to appreciate the view but when Jared attempted to move the tights as well he said with a horse voice, “No, leave them.”
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Jared felt perfect under Jensen's fingers and he moaned and writhed as he entered him with one finger, the other hand constantly running over every available inch of Jared's body. A second followed quick and Jared started cursing which made Jensen grin wickedly.
“C'mon, come on, come on,” Jared chanted under his breath as Jensen added a third finger, scissoring and stretching his hole wide. Jared pushed back onto him, making sweat explode all over Jensen's body. Suddenly Jensen felt himself pinned again by those dark eyes boring into his.
“Fuck me, now!” Jared insisted. Jensen almost lost the condom in his haste to pull it over his dick. He grabbed Jared's hip with one hand, the other guiding his cock to his hole and then he pressed forward.
A cry erupted from Jared, his back curving under Jensen as Jensen moved a few inches inside before he pulled out again just to press a little further inside. He sustained a rhythm, encouraged by Jared's constant stream of Fuck, so good, come on, deeper, yeah, god!
Jared moved with him, drawing Jensen deeper with every movement. And Jensen only gripped his hips with both hands and slammed one last time inside, his balls slapping against Jared's ass and groaned loudly. The fishnet tights rasped against his thighs and Jensen went wild. From there on it was frenzied movement, more curses from Jared's side and a harder grip from Jensen. When Jensen came, everything around him whitened out for a minute, his hips wouldn't stop moving but he registered nothing around him anymore.
Jared was still tossing, pushing himself into Jensen's thrusts. But Jensen drew out of him, eliciting a desperate noise from the man in front of him and quickly disposed of the condom. Then he turned Jared to face him, Jared's back now against the wall and jerked him off, rough, fast and satisfying. Jared came with a muffled cry and Jensen dragged his mouth down to his again, kissing every noise right out of him.
They both fell to the floor, completely boneless and sated. Their shoulders touched as they sat there propped up against the wall. Then Jared turned towards Jensen, smiling a little sheepishly.
“Happy birthday, Jensen.”
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They took their time getting dressed again, not avoiding each others eyes but not quite looking either. Jensen had this weird feeling in his stomach, something warm but messy, as if something was churning and he didn't want it to end like this.
Then Jared was there, right in front of him, holding a small piece of paper towards Jensen. He seemed flustered and there was a flush on his cheeks.
“Here, if you- I mean, if you like I'll be here every Thursday and Saturday,” Jared said still nervous and clearly a bit disappointed when Jensen made no move to take the card. He lowered his hand together with his head and Jensen grabbed the piece of paper quickly. He didn't like the look Jared has had a moment before and when Jared in fact smiled at him now, he felt like he made the right decision, no matter the consequences.
“On the back, that's my private number,” Jared added as if an afterthought.
“I think I'll better go then,” Jensen said, not really sure what the etiquette for situations like this was. He felt inadequate because this whole night was way beyond his usual behaviour and he wasn't sure how to act now, if Jared would expect something like this next time as well.
Before Jensen could leave the room, hand already on the handle, Jared pulled him back into his arms, engulfing him in a big bone-crushing hug. Laughter bubbled up in Jensen's throat as he patted his back. When Jared let him go, there was a big smile plastered to the stripper's face and Jensen could feel the knots in his stomach untying themselves.
They said their good-byes and Jensen called himself a cab outside. He wasn't even completely home before he texted Jared the first time that evening.
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This was so HOT ~ I'm a mess!
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So hot, my eyes may or may had not crossed while reading it.
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Thank you! *blushes* I am so happy I could be of service *lol*
(You icon is hot! *drools*)
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