BV13: Skeletons in Your Closet

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Note: The request for this one had to do with Ivan+odottemita but I have to dive back into the meme to find where it was at. So this was inspired by the likes of NND dancers and T&B MMD videos. I'll throw in a video rec here while I'm at it. If you like both Kotetsu/Barnaby and Yuri/Ivan, you'll enjoy this.

Sorry for being MIA. Been working on a visual novel. Once it's revised, that will likely show up here sometime too. (Not a Bondageverse VN, sadly. But how great would that be...)



Ivan's Origami Cyclone suit had gone through a few changes before it reached its final version. The initial makes had been much too heavy. He thought it was his own fault for a while for not being buff enough to carry it, but his team eventually agreed that something lighter was required. Hero suits in general came a far way since then. Now there were only a few problems with the general comfort of it that bothered him, but they were so small that they were easy to ignore.

During the summer, the temperature couldn't go over a certain degree before he started to sweat buckets inside it, though. That was one flaw that they had never been able to fix. It wasn't a ventilation problem either. It was something to do with the material, they told him. Something about... polyfibers and synthetic rubbers and the safety of what they could and could not combine in order to keep it light.

Regardless, he seemed to have the opposite problem in the winter. Certain parts of the suit made him sweat no matter what season it was, but the gloves and feet were always too cold in the winter. He could only get so far in a chase before he just couldn't feel his feet anymore. Why couldn't he be one of the NEXT with a fire power? Imagine how toasty warm his toes could be!

Unfortunately, by the time the criminals were apprehended and they all got their points, he just couldn't feel anything anymore. Predictably, Fire Emblem held a great advantage in the winter. He knew what it was, but the others thought it was regular old luck. Ivan didn't care how many points he received sometimes when all he cared about was how quickly he could get back inside where it was warm. Maybe he had to try some of those things they sold to put inside your boots that would keep your feet warm... At least his real boots were somewhat of an improvement.

The walk home was still painful. He would have called Yuri to drive him home, but he didn't want to sound like a wimp who couldn't take a bit of cold.

The walk wasn't so bad anyway. Even if his feet were beyond help now, his boots were the kind that practically repelled the cold, so he knew it couldn't get any worse. He had his scarf and the mittens that he wore when he held Yuri's hand, too.

As he walked home, Ivan hoped that the fog in the air was from his breath and not from the heat that was being emitted from his red face. Just thinking about the picture-perfect moment in the snow he had with Yuri was enough to make smoke erupt from his ears.

His thoughts were so absorbed with the memory that it took him a moment to notice the new pair of shoes in the doorway when he enterted his house. For a moment, he panicked, thinking that he had an intruder, but no intruder would be kind enough to take off their shoes before walking around the house. Unless they were an abnormally respectful intruder, of course. But Ivan definitely recognized these shoes.

Ivan unwrapped the scarf from around his neck slowly, trying to think about where Yuri was at right now and why he hadn't come to say hello to him as soon as he entered. That meant he probably hadn't heard him, which meant he was somewhere like... The bathroom. Or... Or his bedroom.

Ivan tried to still his heart, but he already knew that his bedroom was in no condition to be seen by the eyes of another in its current state. He could hope that Yuri would have the respect to stay out of his room, but then giving him a key had practically invited him into it.

He didn't even care when his coat fell to the floor after his third time trying to hang it. His wet boots were peeled off hastily and he shucked them next to the door, accidentally dripping wet snow into Yuri's shoes. Yuri would forgive him for that, but he wasn't sure he would forgive Yuri if he had really intruded upon his bedroom in its condition.

Dashing down the hallways, Ivan moved as quickly as he could to where he expected him to be without knocking anything over. His haste may have been unnecessary if Yuri were already there, but Ivan wanted to know as quickly as possible whether he had seen it yet or not.

“Welcome back,” Yuri greeted him without looking up from what he was doing. He was knee-deep in black trashbags and stacks of what looked like garbage but Ivan couldn't remember having that much trash in his room. More importantly, the things he left out were missing - or elsewhere - and he was panicking, wondering what happened to them.

“M-my stuff! What are you doing with all my stuff!” Ivan asked, heart pounding for totally different reasons compared to earlier. “I-I know I gave you a key, but not to t-tear apart my things!”

Yuri stood and turned around, holding up a hand to get him to quiet down. For some reason, that always worked and made Ivan feel a little more willing to listen, as if Yuri's own calmness meant he had a good explanation in store.

“I'm merely doing some cleaning. I came over and realized you weren't here so I took a look around and found your room to be utterly filthy.”

Ivan had two problems with that. For one, Yuri had to know that he was out protecting the city - and secondly, his room was so not filthy. Sure, he left some things out when he left, but those were things he left out on purpose because... Well...

Wait, why hadn't Yuri mentioned that yet... He had some very suspicious things laying out when he left. He was in the middle of something when the bracelet on his wrist started blinking so he had to leave it all there as it was.

When he didn't say anything else, his mind too busy trying to think of why Yuri hadn't commented on it, Yuri went right back to his work, picking up a duster to sweep the surface of his desk. Meanwhile, Ivan slid farther into the room to survey the damage that occurred while he was gone. He glanced around and checked out the tops of his dresser and desk which all seemed about the same as he had left them - just cleaner. Everything on top had been organized and dusted off. He couldn't even remember the last time when his Gunblaster RX-8 figure looked that shiny. It wasn't his fault. He tried to take care of all of his figures, but there were just so many that some were bound to get neglected and then it was too hard to clean off all the little tiny pieces on each of them. Dust was bound to get stuck in some of those tiny, untouchable crevices.

The trashbag looked to be full of mostly things like paper and wrappers and old figure boxes that he couldn't bring himself to get rid of. He knew that it was probably best that Yuri was doing that for him, otherwise they would just continue to stack up.

He watched as Yuri carefully picked up the special edition Origami Cyclone figure he got him for Christmas and wiped it down gently. Then it was lovingly set down next to the regular Origami figure - right behind his desk lamp where they appeared partially hidden.

“I wonder when they'll make a Lunatic action figure,” Yuri said, admiring the figure. “I think they'd look good together.”

Ivan stepped a little closer, tilting his head to sneak a look at the little smile Yuri had. It made Ivan all kinds of happy that the man he was in love with also had a part of him that appreciated the art of collectible miniatures.

“A tiny Lunatic,” he said to himself, visualizing it. “I just pictured him with a little Santa hat like the special edition one.”

He stifled a laugh and Yuri laughed as well. Yuri placed the duster down on his desk and turned around, leaning himself against the desk as he gave Ivan a look up and down. The sudden attention made Ivan feel very self-conscious and reminded him of his previous concerns.

“So...” Yuri started - and Ivan feared that he knew what he was going to say. It was time to approach the subject of what he found in his room. “I found some interesting things in here.”

Yep. That. Ivan swallowed and pushed his chilled fingers into his pockets.

“I, uh... It was a nice day outside, so I was going to-”

“Wear a skirt out?”

Okay, if he put it like that then it didn't make much sense. It was his fault that he wasn't letting him finish his sentence. It wasn't really all about the skirt. Although now that he thought about it, the skirt was a big part of it and the concept of what he was doing sounded gayer than anything he had ever done before so that was... It was really embarrassing to be found out like this.

“Actually,” Yuri said, raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms over his chest, “I was more interested in the camera and tripod. When you combine all three items together like that, it sounds like something very interesting, doesn't it?”

“O-oh... Oh my god, it's not what you think!”

Yuri snickered, turning his head to muffle it in his shoulder before it could turn into a full-out laugh. “It's not? Here I thought I had accidentally come across a secret gift you were going to put together for me. Now I'm kind of disappointed...”

All this shock was going to be enough to thaw him out completely if Yuri didn't stop embarrassing him. “I-I was...”

Maintaining that confident pose against his desk, Yuri gave an inquiring look, clearly curious as to what the real explanation would be.

Clearly, Ivan hadn't put two and two together when he walked into the room. What else would one expect if they saw a camera, tripod, and a girls' school uniform sitting on his bed? As far as anyone else could tell, those were probably the fixings for some amateur crossdressing porn - which was most certainly not what he had intended for those items.

“I was going to make a dance video!” he blurted out. Then he very quickly realized how confusing this information was on its own as well. An explanation that wouldn't make him sound like a bigger nerd was going to be difficult to impossible. Yuri's continued stare prompted him to keep going: “It's for the internet.”

It looked like Yuri was taking it in slowly, pondering it, considering what he had already thought and what this new information added to it. Unfortunately, it seemed that he didn't believe him. “I'm afraid you'll have to give me more details. I just don't understand why you need a skirt to dance and how it has anything to do with the internet. Unless it were porn, then I understand...”

“It's not!” Ivan said, waving his hands around. “I swear. I can prove it even. I practiced the dance like a hundred ti-”

He looked down to his feet and his hands hung awkwardly in the air as he realized that he was just sticking his foot farther into his mouth. A quick glance up confirmed that Yuri was grinning. If he didn't know better, that grin meant that he was going to want him to prove it now that he offered.

Ivan sighed in defeat and crossed over to his bed where he promptly flopped down onto his side. “There's, like, this trend where people dance to anime songs and stuff on this Japanese site I like. I'm pretty good at it, and I've posted videos there occassionally, okay? It's like a thing. I'm kind of popular.”

“Do you always wear skirts for it...?” Yuri asked, coming over to stand over him at the side of his bed.

Ivan grabbed a pillow for this part and hid his face. “Yeff,” came his muffled reply.

“You know it's probably just a bunch of perverts watching you, right? Disgusting old men who like to see a young boy dancing in short skirts, waiting for him to move just the right way so they can catch a glimpse of what's underneath...”

The sensation of fingers crawling up one of his thighs made Ivan shiver and made him worry that Yuri knew a little more about this than he was letting on. Either that or he was the kind of guy he was describing because he wanted to see him in that skirt. That was likely.

He temporarily removed the pillow from his face to explain further, although he didn't know why anymore. This was the truly humiliating part: “They don't realize I'm a guy. I cover my face. There's like this whole debate on every video I post about whether I'm actually a guy or a girl and it's just because people expect boobs when they see a skirt.”

“They haven't heard of crossdressers?”

“Sure, except that I'm not a crossdresser. Should I be offended? What're you trying to say?”

“I'm just wondering what they're thinking. I know you aren't a crossdresser.” Yuri paused thoughtfully. “Although fundamentally, if you're voluntarily wearing women's clothing and dancing in videos, knowing that you're fooling people, then doesn't that make you a crossdresser to some extent?”

The pillow Ivan was holding was launched at top speed at Yuri's face. Not giving any reaction in particular, not even flinching, the pillow hit its mark and just fell straight to the floor. At least Yuri knew that he had things like that coming to him when he said things like that.

“So where'd you put my things? I don't know if I'm going to feel like going out now after... this, but I would like to know where all my stuff has gone for convenience.”

Yuri pointed to the closet. “Tripod and camera are in there.” Then to the bottom drawer on Ivan's dresser. “And your outfit's in there.”

Ivan sat up, nodding slowly, feeling like there was still something else Yuri had to say. He stared, waiting, but Yuri just continued to stare back without a word. His patience was weakening with so much tension weighing the atmosphere down. “There's something else you have to say,” Ivan said. “I can tell.”

“Oh. I was just wishing now that I hadn't put that stuff away.”

W-wh-what is that supposed to mean?

No... No, Ivan knew what that meant. He was willing to suffer a little bit of coldness to shoot his video, but the thought of putting it on for any other reason didn't seem as pleasant at the moment. Keeping his pants on under the skirt would totally defeat the purpose of the skirt, even if that sort of thing looked cute sometimes.

“You know, I went through all the trouble of cleaning your room for you...”

Ivan's eyes narrowed. “Don't tell me you're going to try to say I owe you for something I didn't even ask you to do.”

“Of course not,” Yuri laughed. “I just wanted to see if it would work.”

“Well...” Ivan looked down to his feet and nudged his toes into the carpet. “It was really cold outside and I'm still cold in here. I don't really think I want to put on a skirt and stuff because it's probably just going to make me even colder again. My poor feet...”

Just remembering the painful walk home was going to make him want to tear up now, especially after he got his hopes up about making the video. He wasn't about to do that with Yuri right there in his room; not after suffering all that embarrassment. It was more about the embarrassment than the coldness, but it was a very valid excuse.

“I thought you liked it when you dressed up in the shorts like your character...” Yuri said, acting disappointed. Despite what he said about not trying to guilt him out, that was what he was doing now. Apart from enjoying obsessive cleanliness around his own house, he probably came over and cleaned up as a way to extract more favors out of him.

“I did like that,” Ivan admitted, still staring at his feet. “But like I said, it’s coooool-”

“What if I help you warm up?”

“Explain your conditions de gozaru,” Ivan said, going a little into his Origami voice, which provoked a raised eyebrow from Yuri.

“I’ll warm up whatever part of you feels too cold. Simple as that. If you really don’t want to, then that’s alright, but after I saw those things while cleaning up...”

It seemed that Yuri never liked to say too much about how he was feeling, but Ivan could tell that this was something he really wanted now.

“Wh... What about the camera?”

Yuri paused to observe a moment of contemplative silence.

“We can film it. I hadn’t yet considered that myself, but I like the idea.”

Ivan lit up. “I, uh. I didn’t mean that I wanted- I mean, I thought that you would’ve already thought about that! Like, it’s not like I want you to... record me doing... whatever you want us to do with me in the skirt.”

Two warm fingers tilted Ivan’s chin up and he shivered despite himself. Yuri was convincing. And warm. “My, Ivan,” he said, his voice dipping low and dripping sultry-sweetness like his favorite honey. “If I weren’t mistaken, it sounds as though this idea intrigues you as well. I don’t have it in me to deprive you of the things you truly want...”

Ever so lightly, the fingers that had held his chin began to trace their way along his jaw.

Ivan swallowed heavily and dared himself to look up at the seductive face in front of him. “You... wouldn’t do anything with the video, would you?”

“For someone who already willingly posts videos of himself in women’s clothing online, you sound pretty self-conscious. Don’t worry, though. I’m alright with that as long as no one sees your face. But this... This would be just for me.”

Well, this was it then. He had just signed himself up for another interesting night. This was starting to remind him a lot of that time Yuri went into the Cave of Eternal Sorrows for him to complete that quest, except this time he wasn’t getting anything in exchange. Except for maybe a video of himself in compromising positions on his own camera’s memory card. Could he fap to himself...?

Yeah, maybe.

Yuri turned around and went back to the drawer he had indicated before. He pulled out the drawer and took out Ivan’s neatly folded outfit. “Feel free to start undressing,” he said as he placed the pieces on the bed next to Ivan. Everything had indeed been kept together: the dark blue skirt, blouse, vest, and even the leg warmers. There was only one thing missing and that was because Ivan was already wearing it. While Yuri had his back turned, going toward the closet for the camera, he tried to move as quickly as he could. He unzipped his pants at lightning speed and grabbed the skirt. He barely had one foot in it before Yuri spoke and nearly made him jump out of his skin.

“Take your time,” he said smoothly. “I don't want to miss anything. This can be the best part sometimes, you know.”

Agh, then there was no avoiding it. Or... Was there?

Ivan continued, lifting his other knee to slip it into the skirt. He was thankful that his shirt was long enough to cover his ass - in all senses of the phrase. He got halfway before Yuri stopped him again.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he chastized, waggling a finger at him. “You should take off your shirt first. I'm curious to see if some of the marks I left are still there - among other things.”

So he had seen through him. All Ivan could do was sigh. Whatever Yuri said was what had to be done, unless he wanted to find out what new methods of punishment he had up his sleeve. So far, they hadn't been terrible punishments; all except for that time when he tied him to his bed and left him to go make a sandwich. The time sort of sucked. But then it was good. Ivan felt conflicted about those punishments.

He lived to please now, though. Refusing to release the breath he was still stubbornly holding onto, Ivan let go of the skirt and let it fall to the floor around his feet. Straightening up, he curled his fingers in the bottom of his shirt and bit his lip as he pulled it up over his head.

Yuri made a pleased sound at the reveal, visibly admiring what was underneath. To spare himself some time and laundry, he thought it would be a good idea to wear the proper pantsu under his regular clothes. There was something admittedly exciting about even wearing the blue and white striped garments under his Origami Cyclone suit.

“I-it's cuz like... If I'm dancing and the skirt goes up a bit, I don't want anyone to get an eyeful of boxer shorts or something.”

“I think they would notice the bulge, however. Don't you think so?”

Yuri kept his eyes on him as he went about setting up the tripod and camera. Ivan felt himself getting redder and redder as he realized how practiced Yuri seemed to be at such a thing. He was aware that Yuri had lovers before him - all of a one-night nature, but what if he did things like this with them? What if he still had the videos of them?

Pausing in his equipment-setup, Yuri looked up to him curiously when he noticed that he had stopped. “What's wrong?”

“Ah... N-nothing! I just... thought you looked like you really knew what you were doing, so you probably don't need my help. That's all.”

“I've got a nice camera of my own, that's why.”

“It's not... because you've taken videos with other guys before, have you?”

Yuri took a moment of silence that lasted just long enough to confirm what Ivan thought. “Yes,” he admitted, “but I burned the tapes.”

“B-burned them? Like literally burned them? Ahaha... Why?” Disregard how crazy he looked laughing and standing half-naked in girls' panties, he thought it was more ridiculous that someone would burn a tape rather than just writing over it. “Didn't you capture what you took? You didn't have to waste tapes like that.”

Yuri laughed heartily and went back to screwing the camera onto the top of the tripod. “Sorry to insult the technology nerd in you. I hadn't taken the video off the tapes and I didn't feel like even seeing any of them again, so I just burned them. The tapes cost a bit, but it wasn't worth it to me to have to see them again. Especially after I found you.”

Ivan's heart lept up to his throat at that and his fingers clenched in the shirt that he still had clutched in his hands. “Th... Thank you for telling me that,” he said quietly. Despite however he tried to act, it was possible for a thought like that to get to him, so it was very reassuring to know that he was all Yuri wanted. Yuri's eyes were only for him.

That made undressing in front of him a lot easier; although at that point, he was almost completely out of his clothes anyway. He rolled up his discarded clothing and put them next to his bed, then picked up the skirt from where he left it. With a sensual swirl of his hip, he slid the garment over his legs and zipped it up at his waist. On their own, the panties made him feel a little absurd when he was just standing in those alone, but underneath something like the skirt, they became positively erotic. He had Yuri to thank for that fetish.

“I should have taken a look through your underwear drawer. Who knows what I would find in there, as I certainly don't remember buying that pair for you,” Yuri purred deviously as he watched him button up the shirt. Ivan was sure that he would eventually become aware of what a collection he had now. There were all kinds now: the kitty ones, a few different striped ones, ones with polka dots... He wondered if it would be crossing a line to 'upgrade' to lace.

Ivan could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he pulled the soft, grey vest over his head. The only items left to put on were the legwarmers, so with burning cheeks, he made a nice show of sliding them on, lifting one foot up onto his bed, then the other. How did that phrase go? More is less? No, that didn't quite fit, but wearing more felt a lot more erotic than standing around in just his underwear.

Before he knew it, the outfit was all assembled and he stood before Yuri as a much prettier Ivan.

“I can still tell you're a guy...”

Ivan laughed, putting a hand on one hip. “Normally I'd wear a mask; like one of those little surgical types. A lot of people tend to wear masks to hide their identities in their videos anyway. It's a thing. And with the distance I usually keep from the camera, nobody gets a perfect view of any particular angle.”

Now that the tripod was all set up, Yuri stood and stepped in front of Ivan. He lifted a hand and covered up the bottom of his face and then looked him up and down curiously. “Weird. When I do that, you sort of do look less like a guy...”

“See!” Ivan said, voice slightly muffled by Yuri's palm. He reached up and pushed it down to talk. “I've got my ways.”

“And that gives me an idea.” He looked around the room, confusing Ivan.

“Need something?”

Yuri shrugged. “No. I'm not sure where you keep your ties, but I have my own.” With that, he slipped a finger into the knot of his tie and pulled it all loose in one swift tug. Ivan’s eyes followed the motion with unconscious intent but his senses came back to him when the tie was suddenly being slipped around his wrists.

“Oh, so it’s going to be that sort of thing.”

“It’s going to be whatever you want it to be,” Yuri said, smiling in that way of his that made Ivan worry just a little - especially with a camera staring at him right over there in front of his bed. As his wrists were being tied yet, Yuri pressed a knee forward between Ivan’s legs. The simple contact that he made gave Ivan a start and he slumped down onto his bed, which got a very self-pleased laugh from Yuri.

Once his hands were tied up tightly (nice and comfortable but without any wiggle room), Yuri waltzed back over to the camera. “Scoot up for me,” he said, waving a hand somewhere toward the wall. Ivan assumed that he meant for him to sit up against the headboard, so he did so with some effort, having to wiggle his way there without the use of his hands.

“Like that?”

“Perfect. Now I can see all of you.”

All of... me? Now probably wasn’t the time to suddenly tell him to stop because it wasn’t like they had even really started. Something about being filmed like this made Ivan’s heart beat dangerously fast, but he still wanted to give it a fair try, just like anything else. Who knows, he figured. This might turn out to be his favorite activity after this. It was just... Letting the camera see his face made him want to dive under the covers.

“You’re not going to do anything with the video afterwards, are you?”

“It’s your tape. It’s up to you to choose what happens to it.”

“And what are we going to do now...?”

“It’s your tape. You decide what goes on it.”

Ivan held up his bound wrists. “This part was all you, though.”

“You know how I like my control. Now the rest is up to you.” He drew a finger seductively around the top of the camera, sliding it delicately around the record button. “I want to hear it from you. Tell me what you would like and I will do anything you desire.” And then the button was pressed, without a doubt capturing the moment that Ivan’s mouth fell open.

Realizing the embarrassing position he was caught in, Ivan shut his legs immediately. The very first frame of this recording was a panty shot. His panty shot. The levels of embarrassment here were breaking records. He wished that he could find a less embarrassing way to tell Yuri that he really enjoyed that kind of embarrassment. Alas.

He wouldn’t have given a second thought to Yuri undressing him before in other situations, but the thought of it now was something else. The camera added a new element to the experience; it made time feel slower and made him analyze every movement more intensely.

It even made it harder for him to speak, knowing that if he were to ever - theoretically - go back and watch the video, he would have to hear his own awkward, shaking voice. Yuri was going to continue standing behind the camera if he didn’t speak up now, watching him through the little digital display.

“It says you have thirty minutes remaining. Thirty-two, actually. That’s like a very nice little movie. An ‘episode’, if you will.”

The episode where I pretend to be a school girl who’s going to lift her skirt for the perverted old man next door... Oh God, why is that hot? No, brain! Stop that!

Except the tie around his wrists were going to keep him from doing that himself. Well, he probably could, but not without a lot of wriggling and struggling to get the skirt off on his own. For now, the skirt could stay. They could start somewhere simpler first; whatever, just something that wouldn’t require him to speak too much. Telling Yuri the things he wanted was a turn-on but it still crossed the Extreme Embarrassment Line (EEL) for him.

Looking off the side of the bed, he cleared his throat and tried to speak clearly. “My shirt.”

“Hm?”

“Could you... Touch my chest a little?” He lifted his wrapped wrists up and raised his chest suggestively. “I know you can’t take off my shirt all the way like this but that’s... okay.” He lost a bit of the confidence in his voice the more he spoke but that was okay too.

“Certainly,” Yuri said obligingly. It made Ivan feel like breathing a sigh of relief when Yuri came out from behind the camera. It was enough having the camera staring at him from this angle and having Yuri there too was just adding more pressure.

Yuri must have been analyzing every corner of the camera’s scope because it seemed like he knew just how to stand to make sure that he wasn’t obscuring the view of the lens. Yuri leaned down next to him, his face a few mere inches from Ivan’s. Slowly, he brought his hands to the bottom on the vest and slowly, gently started to roll it up his stomach to his chest. There were thirty minutes of recording space remaining on his memory card and Yuri was probably determined to use every second.

Ten painstaking seconds to remove each button in the shirt underneath the vest. He didn’t remove all of them in the end, leaving the few that he couldn’t reach under the vest still buttoned. Once he had enough unbuttoned, he pushed the shirt open and that was enough to draw the first gasp from Ivan. The way that the fabric moved across his nipples leaving sparks of pleasure in its trace made him realize just how turned on he’d already become.

“I see...” Yuri pressed his fingers of one hand over the left one, then released, watching Ivan’s face as if for an indication of how much he was feeling. He swirled his fingers around it with some additional pressure and likely came to the conclusion that even a little was enough to drive him crazy already. Ivan knew that this meant that he was going to give him as much as he could handle, which was alright, because he could handle a lot by now.

There were times where Yuri spent whole hours just dedicated to Ivan’s chest so by now it was familiar territory for both of them. Ivan knew that he could take a little and he could certainly take a lot, but there was always a point that he reached once he was beyond aroused that it became hard for him to take it anymore. The relentless attention to a part of him that had become so sensitive was enough to make him dizzy and make it hard to breathe. Come to think of it, it was probably a bad idea for him to tell Yuri to go for his chest first. Being one of Yuri’s favorite places on his body, he knew how hard it was for him to stop once he got started.

All he had to do was tell him to stop. He was the one who found the words to ask for it in the first place, but with every pass of Yuri’s fingertips over his sensitive nipples, the words felt farther and farther away. His mind was melting and his body was burning up. He strained his neck to the side and wriggled his hips, feeling the need to move. His bound wrists hovered over his chest while his fingers clenched together anxiously.

There was probably twenty-five... twenty minutes remaining? Everything felt like a blur to him now. It was getting hard to focus and he tried to breathe slowly through his nose to clear out his head.

Why was he trying to hang on for longer? So that the video would run out of time? If he did that, then maybe he could hold on so long that it would never have to see him take his skirt off. That would be an excruciating twenty-something minutes, though. His head was already a mess with Yuri crossing his wires like this. He could handle hours of this when they started from zero, but this time they began when he was already nearing his maximum.

“I- I... I’ll pass out!”

Yuri immediately stopped, sliding his fingers down his ribs and away, leaving his body thrumming. His head felt like it was floating; dizzy and spacey and... Ah, Yuri was stroking his hair.

As he worked to catch his breath, his eyes closed, he felt Yuri’s lips pressing gently against his cheek and then down along his jaw.

“I, uh... That part’s being recorded too, you know.”

Yuri hummed happily. “I don’t mind.”

The rush of blood to his face made Ivan feel all sorts of dizzy again. “I’ll pass out!”

“You’re fine.” Yuri said. Sitting up, he put his hands back down into his lap to await his further orders. Ivan took this opportunity to do a little more breath-catching, but he could feel his heart speeding up just thinking about the kind of control he was actually in right now. The tie around his wrists was all Yuri’s doing, but even with his wrists bound, the power had been placed in his hands.

So where was this going? First the clothes, then... what they just did. If they were making a proper video then there had to be a good conclusion of some kind. What would be a good way to bring it to a close?

“Maybe my... If you...” Darn it, he forgot to think about what he was going to say first again. He calmed himself down to try again. “Would you... s-suck my dick?” There was no way to make that sound more polite.

Yuri hmm’d and looked at the camera, then down to the skirt, then brought his head down to the same level and ultimately concluded: “That wouldn’t show up well on camera.”

“What about a different position?”

“Hmm...”

“What if I suck yours?”

Yuri grinned into the thumb he had pressed to his lips as he thought. “We can do a trade then.”

So it was going to be a trade now. One blowjob for another, it seemed. And that sounded pretty fair as far as those things went if he thought about it. He knew that Yuri could derive a lot of pleasure just by looking at him, especially under conditions like this, but he always hated feeling like he wasn’t doing everything he could be for him. Ivan would gladly suck his dick. He would enjoy it, even.

“Alright. So I’ll just...” Ivan attempted to sit up but barely got halfway without the use of his hands. “Uh. Man, it’s tough to move like this. Tougher than you’d think.”

“That is the idea,” Yuri was proud to remind him. He let Ivan embarrass himself a little more before he helped him out, putting his hands behind his back to get him on his knees. Ivan fell forward and collapsed onto his elbows, leaving his striped behind very visible. Instinct made him reach back to pull the skirt down, but with his hands bound he only ended up rolling and flopping around on the bed like a fish.

“You saw!”

“...Of course I saw.”

Ivan stuck out his tongue at him. “Just one of the lines I’ve always wanted to say. Not everyday that I get to wear a skirt and show off my pantsu to a perverted older man.”

“Yes. I would worry if that were a daily occurrence.”

“Not if you were the pervert. You would probably enjoy that.”

Smirking, Yuri grabbed Ivan’s hips and hoisted him back into a stable position. “It sounds like you’re trying to give me ideas,” he said. Sliding off the bed momentarily, he walked back to the camera to check out the view. He walked back over to Ivan and tilted his ass a little more to the left. Ivan wasn’t sure what any of it looked like on the camera yet, but he was just going to trust Yuri’s artistic vision with this.

Finally, Yuri assumed the position that Ivan had previously held; his back pressed up against the headboard, his legs spread out comfortably in front of himself with Ivan between them. He looked so confident to Ivan, just like a king who knew that his servant would serve him in the exact way that he desired. Thankfully, Yuri wasn’t going to torture him by making him try to unbutton his pants with his hands together.

He was just as hard as he expected him to be. Ivan backed up, feeling the skirt sliding down his waist a little as he moved. He could sense the camera’s unwavering gaze on him and it made him feel even harder. Bad things were going to happen to the front of these panties.

“Take your time,” Yuri said calmly. “We have about twenty minutes remaining.”

Ivan just sighed and took in a nice, deep breath. Hands placed on the bed between Yuri’s legs, he leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips along the exposed length of it. Yuri’s pants were tugged down barely a few inches, just enough to give Ivan access to what he had to work with, but he still wished that he could see all of Yuri for a change. It was quite some time since he saw him completely naked. Perhaps next time, he imagined he could talk him into taking it all off. Or maybe he would have to sneak up on him in the shower.

He took a tentative taste of Yuri’s skin; just a little, just enough to give himself some more confidence. Resting his weight on his elbows, he lifted his hands to hold the base and slowly circled the head with his closed lips. The sigh he received from Yuri bolstered his confidence even more and he decided to take it into his mouth. Keeping his jaw relaxed, he let his tongue slide along the underside as he moved forward slowly, taking it deeper and deeper. He loved to surprise Yuri with how far he was willing to take things sometimes and this was taking that literally.

Yuri stayed totally still the whole time until at last he felt him bump against the back of his throat. Ivan forced any uncomfortable feelings away and took another stabling breath through his nose, then let it out slowly with a warm hum. The feeling wasn’t so bad. He swallowed, letting his throat flex around him and Yuri gasped. Ivan was fortunate enough to look up in time to catch a glimpse of Yuri’s blissful expression.

Yuri was always a big talker in bed; usually the one telling Ivan what to do and making demands. When he shut up, that was when Ivan knew he was doing things perfectly all on his own.

He was in his own place now with his eyes closed, breathing deeply, one hand stroking the back of Ivan’s head. Ivan pulled his head back gradually and moved onto short, quick bobs of his head. His lips slid over his skin smoothly, slick with his spit. Wrapping his fingers around the base, he stroked along the underside with his thumbs and applied a little more pressure with his lips.

Ivan could tell he was almost there, especially with the way Yuri was scratching his blunt nails against the back of his head. That was an indicator if there ever were one. Taking heed of this, he considered backing away, but... He went all the way down one more time and pulled back up just in time to feel Yuri come in his mouth, his warm cum splashing against his tongue.

He swallowed it all, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste but overall feeling quite pleased with himself. Gently, he swirled his tongue around the head to clean up what remained and then sat up. Yuri reached out to him and brushed a thumb along the bottom of his lips, a very fond, deviously pleased expression on his face.

“Do you like the taste?”

Am I supposed to say ‘yes’...? “I think I’m acquiring a taste for it.”

“Nice answer,” he chuckled as he slung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

“Your turn now,” Ivan was happy to remind him. The tie gave him its usual problems when he tried to get himself back to where Yuri had been sitting, but he got there by himself this time. The skirt was bunched up under him a little but that was something he could ignore for now. It was a lot more distracting to watch Yuri tucking himself back into his pants. He buckled his belt and with a swipe of one hand through his hair he was back into perfect condition. One more glance was taken at the timer on the camera and he returned to the bed.

“Oh, so this vest,” Ivan said, tilting his chin down to indicate the garment that still remained in a bunched up state around his chest. “Were you going to help me take this shirt off?”

As if that were a ridiculous question, Yuri simply laughed. “Of course not. The outfit is part of the appeal right now, you know.” The vest was pushed farther up his chest to where it had been before and shirt pushed open. Lightly, Yuri dragged his nails over his nipples, reawakening the exquisite pain and pleasure with a jolt that made Ivan’s toes curl and his dick jerk.

“Nnnn- Sensei~”

“What kind of fantasy are you having now...”

Ivan grinned broadly. “I look like a school girl don’t I? It’s part of the appeal, isn’t it?” He stuck out his tongue playfully and winked. “Teh-heh-pero.”

“I like the outfit and I have to admit that I really enjoy how androgynous you look in it, but the reason I like it so much is because of this.” He slipped his hand under the skirt and put his palm possessively over Ivan’s dick. Even if he saw that coming, it still made Ivan’s eyes widen and his nostrils flare.

Yuri didn’t give him an opportunity to collect his thoughts before he slid his hand away and grabbed hold of both of his wrists. With practiced speed, he untied the tie and retied his hands to the headboard behind him. Having his arms above him like that made him feel even more exposed. His room was a bit chilly even with the heat on and his nipples stood ready for more abuse. Thinking about the chilliness, he realized that he hadn’t thought about how cold he had been this whole time. Yuri had kept him distracted from the moment he walked in the house and he was kind of thankful for that. He would much rather be painfully aroused than painfully cold.

Ivan tested his bonds. Definitely secure, he confirmed happily, letting his shoulders relax. Having his arms tied over his head was starting to get relaxing, believe it or not. It forced the rest of him to spread out and relax. The strain in his arms and shoulders would only come if he started struggling. Sometimes he liked that, but he liked the thought of a relaxing experience at the moment; something a little different from the panting, sweating mess he had become earlier when Yuri had his hands all over his chest.

Yuri’s hands were so warm. He ran them up his waist and over his chest, back and forth as he made a comfortable place for himself between Ivan’s knees.

“You can keep calling me that if you wish...”

“Hm?” Ivan opened his eyes, realizing that he hadn’t even noticed when he closed them. “Call you... What, ‘sensei’? R-really?” When Yuri didn’t reply, he blinked. “Cuz I will.”

“Just for today because the outfit makes it relevant.”

That sounded like an excuse. It sounded more like Yuri had found a new fetish for himself. Maybe there was something to this skirt scenario after all. Wanting to indulge him more, Ivan coyly distanced his knees and looked down to the side.

“Are you saying you like my outfit? Y-you’re embarrassing me, sensei.”

Ivan could practically see the fire igniting in Yuri’s eyes. Next thing he knew, Yuri’s hands were gripping the undersides of his thighs, forcing them apart. He slid one thumb under the tight black thigh-highs and leaned down to bite his exposed skin - not just nip, but bite, leaving a warm sting behind when he pulled away. He kissed the area, rubbing his lips over it gently before taking the same spot back between his teeth to really rub in a bruise.

“I-I’m probably going bruise a lot there if you do that!”

Chuckling, Yuri raised an eyebrow. “And how many people do you expect to see it in such a place?”

He tightened his grip on his legs slightly and Ivan whimpered when he pressed his thumb into the sensitive mark. He gently lowered his legs so he could move onto the skirt. “I don’t know what people do with these, honestly,” he admitted. “They probably just toss them off and forget about them, but that seems like a waste in this case.” Instead of sliding the skirt off, he pushed it up his waist, moving it out of the way.

This makes me feel like I’m in a hentai... Ivan was unsurprised by how alright he felt about that.

A little bit of special attention was paid to his clothed cock, before Yuri was going to take them off. He placed his hand over it like before, but rubbed slowly, stroking him through the thin material, letting the wet spot on the front spread farther. Ivan wriggled his hips, wishing he would touch him more firmly but whenever he moved on his own, Yuri pulled away his hand. Frustrated, he gave up and let Yuri do as he pleased. The light touches he continued to give him were only driving him more and more crazy, though. He should have known this wasn’t going to be as relaxing as he expected. Yuri loved to tease him way too much.

Then, blessed relief as Yuri pulled the striped garments off. After he had the pantsu off, he placed them respectfully next to them on the bed. Ivan would have laughed, but he preferred that to the floor anyway.

“Look at you,” Yuri purred, gazing down at him. Ivan felt positively debauched, which meant that he must have looked like a masterpiece in Yuri’s eyes. His discerning gaze made him feel a little nervous, but also kind of special. Receiving such praise from him made him twitch and he closed his eyes tightly, feeling his face flush with color.

Like a cat playing with a captured mouse, Yuri ran his fingers down Ivan’s cock slowly with feather-light touches.

“P-please, s-sensei...”

Yuri looked up at him through under his eyelashes, mischievous grin in place. “You know what I want to hear.”

“Yuri, please. Ah- It’s- I’m...” He gasped. “I’m too hard, please.” His whole body felt keyed up and ready to explode at any moment. All the waiting was just piling it on and it made it difficult for him to even think, but he still managed to force out the words. “I want to come!”

Yuri sighed as if disappointed and leaned back. “Oh? Well what do you want me to do about it?”

Seeing him move away was the last thing Ivan wanted and he shot forward. A split-second later, his shoulders angrily reminded him that he was still tied to the bed and he fell back limply. He strained his wrists in their restraints and gritted his teeth. It looked like he was just going to have to give in all the way. Yuri wanted him let go and if he wanted him to continue then he was going to have to. Yuri already had his body, exposed and spread out before him, but he wanted more than that - he wanted to see his thoughts, his desires - everything.

It was obvious in a way, but the realization still made him gasp.

Yuri looked down at him expectantly.

“Yuri, I... No- Sensei, I want you to. Suck my. Dick, please.” It was still imperfect, but at least it came out in a sentence that made some sense and he didn’t rush it all together this time. That was more or less a step forward. And this time, he managed to look Yuri in the eye without blinking. That made him feel exactly the way he expected it would.

It made him feel like Yuri could see everything.

It was clear that he had Yuri’s approval this time. He smiled gently and reached forward to courteously rub out the strain Ivan had put on his shoulders. Automatically, Ivan melted under his touch, every one of his nerves unraveling with each sweet press of Yuri’s thumbs into his muscles.

“Sometimes I worry that I’m too easy on you,” he mused, adding a little bit of nail to his massage.

“N-not at all, sensei,” Ivan said, wincing.

Without another word, Yuri pushed the skirt back up his waist and wrapped his fist around him with blinding pressure. Ivan opened his mouth in a silent yell and pressed his head back into the pillow. He was glad for the brief massage Yuri had given him, otherwise he would have just exploded. The brief moments of relaxation he received put all of the pain and pleasure he was given into stark contrast, making him feel like there was no ground between the two sensations.

Yuri maintained the pressure of his hand as he slide it slowly, tightly, up over the head of Ivan’s cock. He repeated the motion once, then twice, then a few more times, adding an uncertain amount of time between each pass of his hand to keep his movements unpredictable. That was one of the things Ivan always enjoyed the most about him; how infrequently he could predict what he would do next. It was probably what made him crave Yuri the most, because nothing ever got boring.

The pressure was beginning to make him feel like his head would explode; bringing him right to the edge with the perfect amount of bite and then backing off.

“You really love to torture me,” Ivan moaned, knees shaking.

“You call this torture,” Yuri said, chuckling softly. “You just make it too easy.”

As if to prove his point, he pressed his thumb down on the head and then spread around the precum that was already beginning to slide down the underside. His cock jerked wantonly in Yuri’s hand and Ivan closed his eyes again in embarrassment. He was right, after all. He was pretty easy like that - but it was just for Yuri. It was all his fault for being so damn good at everything he did. His confidence alone was enough to make Ivan feel like begging because this was a man who always knew what he was doing.

Yuri hummed curiously, adding a few lazy strokes around the base while he thought.

Ivan couldn’t tell what he was thinking but there was no doubt some planning going on.

“It’s almost more fun to keep teasing you like this, but then it’s also hard to resist your cock when it’s looking so delicious.”

He’s planning to give me a heart attack, that’s what he’s doing...

He had the nerves of steel to say something like that and the look on his face told Ivan that he totally meant it, too. He was staring at his cock the way one might eye a delectable glazed donut; like his mouth was watering just thinking about how much he wanted it in his mouth.

The first touch of Yuri’s tongue to his cock proved that he was right, his tongue wet and inviting as he closed his lips around him. Yuri took him all the way and sighed breathily through his nose when he reached the base. When he pulled back, Ivan could tell just how much Yuri had been wanting it; probably just as much as Ivan had been wanting it himself. His precum mixed with Yuri’s saliva and made for the most lewd lubricant Ivan had ever felt and he tipped his head back in pleasure, his mouth open as he panted quietly.

His tongue caressed the underside while his lips slid slickly up the length of it, reaching nearly to the tip before sliding back down all the way. When he changed his pace to quicker bobs of his head, he added a bit of pressure with his lips which made Ivan’s knees quiver. Ivan could feel his lips twitch into a smirk around him when he saw the sort of reaction he was drawing from him.

Gently, he ran his hands up the insides of Ivan’s thighs. It was the lightest of touches but it sent sparks of intense pleasure straight to Ivan’s cock and made him groan. He expected Yuri to still tease him but it looked like he was beyond that, just enjoying himself completely as he sucked his cock and made him whimper for him. The thought of Yuri enjoying it that much was like throwing gas on the fire of his desire and he strained his arms against Yuri’s tie, feeling himself growing dangerously close to coming.

“Y-Yuri, I’m going to...” A warning was always the fair thing to do but his warning came a bit late.

That didn’t seem to bother Yuri at all, however. He continued to move his head until he felt his cock twitch, at which point he stopped for a second and let the warm liquid pool on his tongue.

Ivan whimpered when Yuri pulled away and he looked him up with flushed cheeks, rashly considering asking him if he wanted to continue. The sight before him took away any breath he would have had to ask in that moment, however. Yuri sat up and held his palm under his chin and let the cum and saliva that had collected on his tongue slowly drip into his hand.

The amount of it made Ivan flush down to his chest and he realized with little surprise that he was still hard. Even if he hadn’t been - he wanted Yuri to fuck him with that. He wanted to see him slide that hand over his own cock and coat himself with it and at least let him watch him jerk off with it.

“F-fuck me,” he said, sounding more confident than he expected to. “Please, with that. Before it dries.”

Yuri looked down at his hand and then at the tie binding Ivan’s hands to the bed. “If I help untie you with one hand, you have to unbutton my pants for me.”

Ivan nodded, chest swelling with excitement. “Alright,” he said, nodding.

Yuri inched forward on his knees and helped to untie him and once Ivan was free, he made quick work of the fastenings on Yuri’s pants. Seeing him hard like this made him want to get back on his knees for him as well but the the plan he had in mind already still sounded infinitely better.

The free hand was waved to indicate that Ivan should turn around for him but Ivan stayed planted where he was, breathing heavily in anticipation. “Not yet,” he said, looking at his hand. “I... want to watch you do it.”

“Good,” Yuri said, so quickly that it sounded like the most natural thing to roll off his tongue. He hooked a thumb in his pants to tug them a little lower and slowly wrapped his cum-covered fingers around his cock. To think that he had already come once - Ivan had never seen him looking so hard and just seeing him in such a condition made Ivan’s own cock jerk with want.

Ivan laid back down, placing his head comfortably on the pillows and beckoned Yuri forward by placing his hands under his knees and holding back his legs. Yuri came forward and placed one hand on Ivan’s hip and then looked down at the other dirty one with a perplexed face, but there was nothing confusing Ivan. Letting go of his knees for a moment, he took Yuri’s wrist and leaned forward to lave his tongue up his palm, cleaning up the salty remains from his palm and fingers with a shameless smile on his face.

“Any longer and it’s going to dry,” he said, wiggling his hips after he laid back down.

Yuri placed his slicked fingers at Ivan’s entrance and gave them a light push inside and did his best to prepare him as quickly and thoroughly as possible, given what limited lubricant he had to work with.

“This might be a tight squeeze,” he joked, but the way his eyes squinted and his lips curled when he began to press inside meant that he was serious about that. Ivan had read about guys using cum as lubricant before in many a fanfic, but apparently cum was not as good of a lube substitute as fanfics wanted him to believe.

Ivan wasn’t exactly average, though. He liked to believe that he was one of those fanfic type of characters now, who had sex with just cum between him and his lover and loved every second of it. Part of it was definitely how much he enjoyed the raw friction that came with it and how it forced Yuri to make longer, slower thrusts that pressed against just the right spot.

He was really happy to have his hands back now. With the freedom to put them wherever he wanted now, he could grip the bedsheets in one hand and delicately hold the back of Yuri’s neck with the other. Having been so focused on what he was feeling, his surroundings had just faded away. The moment he opened his eyes and saw Yuri’s intensely focused expression, his world came slamming back down around him.

He placed both hands behind Yuri’s neck and lifted his knees a little higher, allowing Yuri to go deeper. While Yuri was looking so focused, off in some other place, Ivan allowed himself to enjoy looking at his face, taking in the way his cheeks were reddened, his mouth slightly open. It made each movement feel that much more electrifying, knowing that Yuri was so intent on what he was doing and enjoying it just as much as he was.

“Yuri,” he murmured, letting one hand slide down along his jaw. “Why don’t you look at me?”

“Because,” Yuri bit out, “I’ll come if I do that.”

“That’s usually my line... And I want you to come,” he said, leaning up to kiss Yuri gently on the lips.

The gentle kiss immediately turned fierce as Yuri took his hands from Ivan’s hips and used them to press his shoulders down into the bed. His nails dug into the skin and Ivan moaned loudly as Yuri’s pace got faster and rougher, slamming into him recklessly as he dove closer to release. Ivan’s cock bobbed against his stomach and the skirt with each move of his hips and stained the fabric with drops of precum.

“Go on,” Yuri said, glancing down to Ivan’s dripping cock.

Not one to dismiss an invitation, Ivan removed his hands from around Yuri’s neck and wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving a relieved sigh at the contact.

Yuri let out a frustrated, hungry kind of sound as he watched him. He brought his hands back down to Ivan’s hips and pulled him into his lap so he could bury himself completely. It seemed that he wanted to keep it going for as long as he could, but Ivan could tell that he was done for. He wanted him to come inside of him more than anything - found it to be the one thing he enjoyed the most from any sex they had ever had. He hungered for it the way that those ahegao cum-sluts in hentai wanted it.

Licking his lips, he slowly began working his hand over himself, all the while looking at Yuri’s face. Yuri had his control, but he also had his own kind of control because he always knew what would make Yuri come the hardest. And that was all it took. The moment Yuri’s eyes met his, he lost it. His eyes snapped shut and his knees shook with the force of his orgasm.

Ivan quickened the movements of his hand and brought himself down all the way on Yuri’s cock, making sure he received every bit of his cum as he stroked himself to completion.

“Y-Yuri,” he whimpered, rolling his palm over the sensitive head of his spent cock, enjoying every last bit of the lingering pleasure and the stinging sensation of being overstimulated. There wasn’t as much cum on his hands this time, but the raw feeling from coming twice in a row left him tingling and feeling boneless.

Taking slow, calm breaths, Yuri pulled out of him but it appeared that going back to his composed self wasn’t going to be as easy this time. Doing it twice seemed to be over the limit of how long Yuri could hold his composure and now he looked only slightly less debauched as Ivan felt. Before he could start buckling his pants back up again, Ivan sat up and put a hand over his.

“You know, I planned on hopping in the shower when I came home originally. I didn’t expect surprise sex, so like... If you want, we could shower together?”

He worried that he wouldn’t be taken seriously if he didn’t tone down the sparkles. He could feel them radiating off his face with the prospect of taking a shower together with Yuri. Fortunately, his sparkly expectations weren’t about to be crushed. Yuri only looked a bit hesitant and eventually nodded in agreement.

“Fine, but I don’t know if I’ll be up for a round three yet, so keep your hands to yourself.”

“I-I wasn’t going to try anything! You’re the one who started this to begin with,” Ivan sputtered.

Yuri sighed... Then, looking down at both of them, laughed. Ivan didn’t know which part he found more amusing, but hearing Yuri’s laugh made him feel all warm inside. Still smirking to himself, Yuri leaned forward and started to pull the vest off of him and then popped the last few buttons on the shirt to get that off as well.

“I hope you like wearing this,” Yuri said as he helped him out with the skirt. “Because I’d love for you to wear it around the house.”

Ivan knew that he shouldn’t let himself think too hard about that or else he was going to turn red again. That wasn’t a request, was it? That was another order, right? He wanted that, right?

“Also,” Yuri added, “I don’t mind if you dance in front of me. You don’t have to keep your hobbies a secret, you should know that.”

Ivan watched him fold the skirt and the vest and then he leaned in and kissed him again, then got up quickly and ran to the door in only his leg warmers before Yuri could grab him. “I’m still freezing, you know. Hurry it up!”

Even if his feet were still a bit chilly, his heart felt warm as he jogged naked down the hallway. He was already in the bathroom by the time that he realized that his camera had probably ran out of memory space. He would... check it out later.

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