Re: [Part 17] Canada/Russia - naive!Russia 7/?
anonymous
November 30 2011, 00:26:50 UTC
Matthew smiles as he moves, quickly straddling Ivan again. “You want this,” he says, pressing his mouth to one of Ivan's nipples and sucking gently before biting down, causing Ivan to groan, and it's a sign of how far he's fallen that he can't even tell if it was from pain or pleasure anymore. “Or do you...?”
Matthew begins to move away again.
“I do!” Ivan gasps, desperate. “Yes, I, please, I want you-it!-it, I want it so badly...”
Matthew blinks at the slip of the tongue, startled out of his role for a moment. He quickly lets it drop, smothering Ivan's begging with an intense kiss that steals Ivan's breath and renews his arousal all at once.
When Matthew moves away, apparently ignoring Ivan's plea for satisfaction, the bigger man actually whimpers. Matthew has the decency to blush now, and Ivan can tell from the twitch of his cock that the sound aroused him. Ivan feels somehow even more embarrassed and exposed-Matthew was getting off from his weakness? But he whimpers again, too far gone to care about shame or pride or anything but Matthew's mouth or ass.
Picking up a small cylindrical item, Matthew adjusts a slider on the side with his thumb and then presses the button on the top.
Ivan gasps, groans and whines as his attention is focused fully on the vibrating egg in his ass, rubbing against his prostate (the adjusting, he thinks, between the white hot bursts of pleasure, that's why he was adjusting it earlier).
Then it stops.
Ivan is left panting, his mind so muddled by pleasure he can hardly protest its end, and his legs drop out of their earlier position. Matthew takes this moment of exhaustion to quickly buckle leather straps on Ivan's ankles, effectively strapping him to the bed. Ivan notices this too late, struggles against all four bindings in vain.
Then Matthew starts the vibrator again.
Ivan gasps, his hands clenching and unclenching, searching for something to hold on to. His legs tense, trying to move and adjust, but they go nowhere. The inability only makes it worse, more unbearable, more intense and wonderful and Matthew is jacking himself off at the sight of him.
“You slut,” Matthew gasps on a downward stroke. “You had to beg for this, had to plead and whine and whimper-” Matthew stops, moves to straddle Ivan again, and his mouth moves to Ivan's ear, biting and nipping and licking and whispering about how dirty and slutty and needy Ivan is, and Ivan agrees, wholeheartedly, over and over again in a louder and louder voice, his body bucking against the vibrator in a futile attempt to make it go deeper, to stroke him harder.
Matthew stops the vibrator with a loud click. Ivan whines from a place deep in his throat, and he's so hard and been denied so many times tears of frustration are beginning to form. Matthew kisses them away, tells Ivan that sluts should be punished, so he'll have to suffer a little longer, and Ivan, playing along, agrees.
Picking up the lube again, Matthew pours some onto his hand, coats his fingers with it. He prepares himself on top of Ivan, his legs shaking with the effort, his erection in front of Ivan's face. Ivan wants to sear the image into his head for eternity, the way Matthew's head dips to the side in effort and discomfort, the way sweat forms and falls from his forehead and neck, the way his dick twitches just inches from Ivan's face, almost begging for Ivan to reach up and lick it.
Matthew gasps as he does just that, and the Canadian blushes, his face and ears burning red. Ivan licks again, manages to get close enough to bring the entire head into his mouth and Matthew whines for the first time and the sound is sweet music in Ivan's ears.
“I should make you,” Matthew pants, moving away. “I should make you suck me off, should make you pleasure me and finish me before you even get close, but... but you've made things harder, being such a goddamn slut, being so needy. I told you you had to be punished, that you had to restrain yourself, but no, you still wanted my cock in your mouth, didn't you? Couldn't even help yourself.”
Ivan blushes, humiliated, but also, somehow, aroused by Matthew's dirty talk. He nods, dejected like the character he plays.
Re: [Part 17] Canada/Russia - naive!Russia 8/? WITHOUT html fail
anonymous
November 30 2011, 00:31:58 UTC
Removing his fingers, Matthew slowly lowers himself onto Ivan's cock. Ivan has to fight from closing his eyes, because watching Matthew impale himself is right up there with watching him prepare himself, only this brings immediate and immense pleasure, no strings attached (or remote controls, Ivan thinks bitterly).
Matthew, apparently impatient, forces himself down, gasping and clutching at Ivan's shoulders. Ivan doesn't feel the nails dig into him, doesn't even notice how Matthew begins to angle himself over him. He doesn't notice the click of the control until, again, it's too late, and he's moaning and begging for Matthew, fighting against his binds as Matthew begins to move on top of him.
“Please, oh God, please, fuck me harder, do you want, just-!”
Matthew puts his hand over Ivan's mouth, silencing him. “Shut up,” he says, his right hand digging into Ivan's shoulder. “Stupid sluts don't deserve to get what they want. If you're lucky, if you're good, I might give it to you.” He groans, slamming himself down against Ivan as hard as his position would allow. “Do you want that? Do you want to be good?”
“Y-yes,” Ivan says, and he sounds-feels-out of breath, out of patience, out of his mind. “Please, I-I'm sorry, I'll be good-”
Matthew moans, tightening his grip on Ivan's shoulders and quickens his pace. Ivan tries, somewhat vainly, to limit his sounds of neediness. His repression of them only makes them more needy, turns them into little squeaks that he can't help but let out when Matthew slams himself down all the way.
Click. The vibrator stops again. Matthew slows his pace. Ivan squirms, afraid for a reason he can't quite grasp.
“I'm sorry,” he says again, and normally the word would be bile in his mouth but he's just so desperate he can't help himself. “Please-”
“Yes, yes,” Matthew agrees, bouncing on Ivan's cock. He leans down, kisses Ivan and breathes “Yes, yes” against his lips. He leans up, reaches behind him, and suddenly the constraints around Ivan's cock and balls is released, removed, and Matthew is speeding up again and-
Click.
Ivan cries out, coming inside of Matthew as his arms and legs buck and tense, his hands clench and nails dig into his palms. There's another click, but he doesn't notice.
“Oh God, oh yes, yes, oh... thank-you! Thank-”
Matthew shudders, takes himself in hand and pumps as he listens to Ivan babble. He comes on Ivan's stomach, let's it sit there and cool as he stands up and cleans himself off, lounging beside the bed and leering at Ivan's muscled form.
Ivan blushes and turns his head away, unable to handle the shame of being seen like this now that he's not driven shameless by lust.
He looks up when there's a warm cloth against his stomach, gently rubbing, and a mouth at his temple kissing him.
“Oh, um...”
“That was good,” Matthew says, smiling into Ivan's hair.
That was good. Not 'you'. That. Ivan swallows his disappointment, and it's thick in his throat. That's right. It's not like this was ever about you, about a relationship. It was just sex. Just sex.
Matthew gets back onto the bed, unbuckles the constraints around Ivan's ankles and pushes his legs back. He uses a cord that Ivan didn't notice before to pull out the egg, and it feels strange to see it again and have a strange, twisted appreciation for it. He unbuckles the cuffs holding his hands, and Ivan sits up again, rubbing at his wrists and blushing.
“That was nice,” Ivan agrees, reserved and shy again. A look of annoyance flashes on Matthew's face, and Ivan's stomach does an unhappy somersault. Was he supposed to use a better adjective than that?
“I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” Matthew asks, standing up and stretching. Ivan stares, blatantly admiring the slope of his back, the curve of his ass, the muscles stretching and moving under pale flesh.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” Ivan ducks his head, starts looking for his clothes. So that was it? Do the deed and get out? A stupid, childish, formerly hopeful part of him wants to cry.
“You guess so?” Matthew mutters in English, keeping his back to Ivan. The muscles around his shoulder blades are tense.
Re: [Part 17] Canada/Russia - naive!Russia 9/?
anonymous
November 30 2011, 00:36:17 UTC
Was he supposed to hear that? Is he supposed to respond? As he struggles with this, Matthew moves to the small bathroom he has and disappears behind the door.
That solves that problem... Ivan picks up his clothes, pulls his underwear and pants on. What had he been thinking? As if rigging the system to pair him with Matthew would somehow turn it into some magical, romantic experience! How could it when Matthew was into such sick things?! There were more sex toys, more whips and cuffs and rope than Ivan had seen in the sex shops he had glanced at.
He flops onto the bed and stares at the shirt in his hands, frowning. Why was he so stupid all the time? Of course someone cute and talented like Matthew wouldn't want him-he had so many languages he could woo half the ship and not worry about translation! These thoughts of how he couldn't even compare, how inadequate he was, made him groan in frustration. He laid down on the bed again, turning to face the wall and the small, round window. Covering his face with his shirt, he groaned again.
“You're still here?”
Ivan freezes. When had Matthew gotten out of the bathroom? His voice sounds so close, too, as if-
The mattress dips under Matthew's weight and suddenly there's an arm wrapping around Ivan's middle. Matthew shimmies closer, his bare chest against Ivan's bare back.
Ivan tries to casually move the shirt away from his face, and when he does he notices it's dark in the room, the only light coming from a small emergency light at the door and the stars.
Matthew hides his face between Ivan's shoulder blades. “Did you want to stay?” he asks, voice small and unsure; he sounds like the boy Ivan fell in love with again.
Ivan's hand moves to rest on top of Matthew's; their fingers twine together, fit together as if by design.
“Yes,” he says, smiling into the pillow.
Matthew snuggles closer in response, his knees resting behind Ivan's.
There was silence then, or as silent as it could be with the constant hum of the ship and the whooshing of air in and out of the rooms, regulating oxygen and temperature.
They were just about settled when Ivan spoke, breaking the peace.
“Um... if we're sleeping now, is it okay to get under the blankets?”
Matthew laughed in response, sitting up and pulling the blankets down enough to wiggle into them.
“Annnnd... I have to go to the bathroom,” he added, crawling over Matthew.
Matthew laughed again, slapping him on the ass. Ivan turned, glared just enough to earn another laugh, and made his way to the bathroom.
Re: [Part 17] Canada/Russia - naive!Russia Bonus + Notes
anonymous
November 30 2011, 00:44:22 UTC
Bonus
“Did you have any idea what you were doing the first time?”
Ivan is currently on his elbows and knees (his hands are tied together in a complicated knot Matthew was strangely quick at tying), his face pressed into a pillow and his ass in the air. Matthew's timing really was impeccable.
“Well, um...” he blushes, and it doesn't have much to do with the fact that Matthew takes this moment to slap his ass. He moans at that, actually, because spanking has become a bit of a kink for him over the year they've been doing this. He hides his face in his pillow, arching his back and wiggling his ass in an invitation for Matthew to continue. “No. Not at all.”
“Had you even had sex before?” Another slap.
“...I'd... um...”
“Well?” Another slap, to his other cheek.
“N-no...”
“I see...” Matthew stands up from their place on the floor, walks to the side of the bed. “So you lied.”
“...yes.”
“I'm sure you know how I feel about that,” Matthew says, picking up the cane from beside the bed. He slaps his palm with it, tests the weight and feel of it, lets Ivan take a good look at it.
“Y-you think only sluts lie,” Ivan says, bowing his head in shame. Part of him loves this more than anything he's ever done-the other part cries over what his mother would think of him if she knew he spent his free time being tied up by other men instead of studying.
“And?”
“A-and you think sluts should be punished.”
“Very good...” Matthew says, slowly walking towards Ivan. He traces the cane over Ivan's naked body, pokes him in the places he knows are sensitive. “Just for that, I'll go a little easy on you.”
Ivan knows what comes next, and he thanks Matthew for his generosity. Matthew smiles that wild, satisfied smile that he only shows during sex. (Secretly, Ivan wonders what type of childhood traumas Matthew must have to warrant this type of deviant sexual behaviour.)
Matthew proceeds to cane him, and then fuck him, and Ivan wonders what type of childhood he had to warrant this type of deviant sexual behaviour.
Notes: The switch between past and present tense is intentional when switching between regular interactions and sex. There might be parts that I messed up unintentionally, but I'm hoping not. ^^;
I had an html fail in part 8, which is why the tree got weird at that number. It was literally the only part I didn't preview, and it was the very one with a double fail. XD; I also had a fail when I added a question mark to part 9. This is the end.
I hope OP likes this, even if it's... not exactly what was requested. ^^;
Re: [Part 17] Canada/Russia - naive!Russia Bonus + Notes
anonymous
December 19 2011, 06:07:11 UTC
Augh, this fic hits so many of my buttons, I'm just sorry I didn't read it sooner. ;_; First-time sex, D/s, space AUs... (And I love that under the dom face, Matt wants Ivan just as much as Ivan wants Matthew.)
But best of all is the world-building, everything from the education system to the effects of jacking off in zero-gravity. (Jar instead of a washcloth, indeed. XD) I like smut, but I think smut is best when served with an appetiser and garnish, sort of like written mental foreplay, and oh BOY did this deliver.
Matthew begins to move away again.
“I do!” Ivan gasps, desperate. “Yes, I, please, I want you-it!-it, I want it so badly...”
Matthew blinks at the slip of the tongue, startled out of his role for a moment. He quickly lets it drop, smothering Ivan's begging with an intense kiss that steals Ivan's breath and renews his arousal all at once.
When Matthew moves away, apparently ignoring Ivan's plea for satisfaction, the bigger man actually whimpers. Matthew has the decency to blush now, and Ivan can tell from the twitch of his cock that the sound aroused him. Ivan feels somehow even more embarrassed and exposed-Matthew was getting off from his weakness? But he whimpers again, too far gone to care about shame or pride or anything but Matthew's mouth or ass.
Picking up a small cylindrical item, Matthew adjusts a slider on the side with his thumb and then presses the button on the top.
Ivan gasps, groans and whines as his attention is focused fully on the vibrating egg in his ass, rubbing against his prostate (the adjusting, he thinks, between the white hot bursts of pleasure, that's why he was adjusting it earlier).
Then it stops.
Ivan is left panting, his mind so muddled by pleasure he can hardly protest its end, and his legs drop out of their earlier position. Matthew takes this moment of exhaustion to quickly buckle leather straps on Ivan's ankles, effectively strapping him to the bed. Ivan notices this too late, struggles against all four bindings in vain.
Then Matthew starts the vibrator again.
Ivan gasps, his hands clenching and unclenching, searching for something to hold on to. His legs tense, trying to move and adjust, but they go nowhere. The inability only makes it worse, more unbearable, more intense and wonderful and Matthew is jacking himself off at the sight of him.
“You slut,” Matthew gasps on a downward stroke. “You had to beg for this, had to plead and whine and whimper-” Matthew stops, moves to straddle Ivan again, and his mouth moves to Ivan's ear, biting and nipping and licking and whispering about how dirty and slutty and needy Ivan is, and Ivan agrees, wholeheartedly, over and over again in a louder and louder voice, his body bucking against the vibrator in a futile attempt to make it go deeper, to stroke him harder.
Matthew stops the vibrator with a loud click. Ivan whines from a place deep in his throat, and he's so hard and been denied so many times tears of frustration are beginning to form. Matthew kisses them away, tells Ivan that sluts should be punished, so he'll have to suffer a little longer, and Ivan, playing along, agrees.
Picking up the lube again, Matthew pours some onto his hand, coats his fingers with it. He prepares himself on top of Ivan, his legs shaking with the effort, his erection in front of Ivan's face. Ivan wants to sear the image into his head for eternity, the way Matthew's head dips to the side in effort and discomfort, the way sweat forms and falls from his forehead and neck, the way his dick twitches just inches from Ivan's face, almost begging for Ivan to reach up and lick it.
Matthew gasps as he does just that, and the Canadian blushes, his face and ears burning red. Ivan licks again, manages to get close enough to bring the entire head into his mouth and Matthew whines for the first time and the sound is sweet music in Ivan's ears.
“I should make you,” Matthew pants, moving away. “I should make you suck me off, should make you pleasure me and finish me before you even get close, but... but you've made things harder, being such a goddamn slut, being so needy. I told you you had to be punished, that you had to restrain yourself, but no, you still wanted my cock in your mouth, didn't you? Couldn't even help yourself.”
Ivan blushes, humiliated, but also, somehow, aroused by Matthew's dirty talk. He nods, dejected like the character he plays.
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Matthew, apparently impatient, forces himself down, gasping and clutching at Ivan's shoulders. Ivan doesn't feel the nails dig into him, doesn't even notice how Matthew begins to angle himself over him. He doesn't notice the click of the control until, again, it's too late, and he's moaning and begging for Matthew, fighting against his binds as Matthew begins to move on top of him.
“Please, oh God, please, fuck me harder, do you want, just-!”
Matthew puts his hand over Ivan's mouth, silencing him. “Shut up,” he says, his right hand digging into Ivan's shoulder. “Stupid sluts don't deserve to get what they want. If you're lucky, if you're good, I might give it to you.” He groans, slamming himself down against Ivan as hard as his position would allow. “Do you want that? Do you want to be good?”
“Y-yes,” Ivan says, and he sounds-feels-out of breath, out of patience, out of his mind. “Please, I-I'm sorry, I'll be good-”
Matthew moans, tightening his grip on Ivan's shoulders and quickens his pace. Ivan tries, somewhat vainly, to limit his sounds of neediness. His repression of them only makes them more needy, turns them into little squeaks that he can't help but let out when Matthew slams himself down all the way.
Click. The vibrator stops again. Matthew slows his pace. Ivan squirms, afraid for a reason he can't quite grasp.
“I'm sorry,” he says again, and normally the word would be bile in his mouth but he's just so desperate he can't help himself. “Please-”
“Yes, yes,” Matthew agrees, bouncing on Ivan's cock. He leans down, kisses Ivan and breathes “Yes, yes” against his lips. He leans up, reaches behind him, and suddenly the constraints around Ivan's cock and balls is released, removed, and Matthew is speeding up again and-
Click.
Ivan cries out, coming inside of Matthew as his arms and legs buck and tense, his hands clench and nails dig into his palms. There's another click, but he doesn't notice.
“Oh God, oh yes, yes, oh... thank-you! Thank-”
Matthew shudders, takes himself in hand and pumps as he listens to Ivan babble. He comes on Ivan's stomach, let's it sit there and cool as he stands up and cleans himself off, lounging beside the bed and leering at Ivan's muscled form.
Ivan blushes and turns his head away, unable to handle the shame of being seen like this now that he's not driven shameless by lust.
He looks up when there's a warm cloth against his stomach, gently rubbing, and a mouth at his temple kissing him.
“Oh, um...”
“That was good,” Matthew says, smiling into Ivan's hair.
That was good. Not 'you'. That. Ivan swallows his disappointment, and it's thick in his throat. That's right. It's not like this was ever about you, about a relationship. It was just sex. Just sex.
Matthew gets back onto the bed, unbuckles the constraints around Ivan's ankles and pushes his legs back. He uses a cord that Ivan didn't notice before to pull out the egg, and it feels strange to see it again and have a strange, twisted appreciation for it. He unbuckles the cuffs holding his hands, and Ivan sits up again, rubbing at his wrists and blushing.
“That was nice,” Ivan agrees, reserved and shy again. A look of annoyance flashes on Matthew's face, and Ivan's stomach does an unhappy somersault. Was he supposed to use a better adjective than that?
“I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” Matthew asks, standing up and stretching. Ivan stares, blatantly admiring the slope of his back, the curve of his ass, the muscles stretching and moving under pale flesh.
“Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” Ivan ducks his head, starts looking for his clothes. So that was it? Do the deed and get out? A stupid, childish, formerly hopeful part of him wants to cry.
“You guess so?” Matthew mutters in English, keeping his back to Ivan. The muscles around his shoulder blades are tense.
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That solves that problem... Ivan picks up his clothes, pulls his underwear and pants on. What had he been thinking? As if rigging the system to pair him with Matthew would somehow turn it into some magical, romantic experience! How could it when Matthew was into such sick things?! There were more sex toys, more whips and cuffs and rope than Ivan had seen in the sex shops he had glanced at.
He flops onto the bed and stares at the shirt in his hands, frowning. Why was he so stupid all the time? Of course someone cute and talented like Matthew wouldn't want him-he had so many languages he could woo half the ship and not worry about translation! These thoughts of how he couldn't even compare, how inadequate he was, made him groan in frustration. He laid down on the bed again, turning to face the wall and the small, round window. Covering his face with his shirt, he groaned again.
“You're still here?”
Ivan freezes. When had Matthew gotten out of the bathroom? His voice sounds so close, too, as if-
The mattress dips under Matthew's weight and suddenly there's an arm wrapping around Ivan's middle. Matthew shimmies closer, his bare chest against Ivan's bare back.
Ivan tries to casually move the shirt away from his face, and when he does he notices it's dark in the room, the only light coming from a small emergency light at the door and the stars.
Matthew hides his face between Ivan's shoulder blades. “Did you want to stay?” he asks, voice small and unsure; he sounds like the boy Ivan fell in love with again.
Ivan's hand moves to rest on top of Matthew's; their fingers twine together, fit together as if by design.
“Yes,” he says, smiling into the pillow.
Matthew snuggles closer in response, his knees resting behind Ivan's.
There was silence then, or as silent as it could be with the constant hum of the ship and the whooshing of air in and out of the rooms, regulating oxygen and temperature.
They were just about settled when Ivan spoke, breaking the peace.
“Um... if we're sleeping now, is it okay to get under the blankets?”
Matthew laughed in response, sitting up and pulling the blankets down enough to wiggle into them.
“Annnnd... I have to go to the bathroom,” he added, crawling over Matthew.
Matthew laughed again, slapping him on the ass. Ivan turned, glared just enough to earn another laugh, and made his way to the bathroom.
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“Did you have any idea what you were doing the first time?”
Ivan is currently on his elbows and knees (his hands are tied together in a complicated knot Matthew was strangely quick at tying), his face pressed into a pillow and his ass in the air. Matthew's timing really was impeccable.
“Well, um...” he blushes, and it doesn't have much to do with the fact that Matthew takes this moment to slap his ass. He moans at that, actually, because spanking has become a bit of a kink for him over the year they've been doing this. He hides his face in his pillow, arching his back and wiggling his ass in an invitation for Matthew to continue. “No. Not at all.”
“Had you even had sex before?” Another slap.
“...I'd... um...”
“Well?” Another slap, to his other cheek.
“N-no...”
“I see...” Matthew stands up from their place on the floor, walks to the side of the bed. “So you lied.”
“...yes.”
“I'm sure you know how I feel about that,” Matthew says, picking up the cane from beside the bed. He slaps his palm with it, tests the weight and feel of it, lets Ivan take a good look at it.
“Y-you think only sluts lie,” Ivan says, bowing his head in shame. Part of him loves this more than anything he's ever done-the other part cries over what his mother would think of him if she knew he spent his free time being tied up by other men instead of studying.
“And?”
“A-and you think sluts should be punished.”
“Very good...” Matthew says, slowly walking towards Ivan. He traces the cane over Ivan's naked body, pokes him in the places he knows are sensitive. “Just for that, I'll go a little easy on you.”
Ivan knows what comes next, and he thanks Matthew for his generosity. Matthew smiles that wild, satisfied smile that he only shows during sex. (Secretly, Ivan wonders what type of childhood traumas Matthew must have to warrant this type of deviant sexual behaviour.)
Matthew proceeds to cane him, and then fuck him, and Ivan wonders what type of childhood he had to warrant this type of deviant sexual behaviour.
Notes: The switch between past and present tense is intentional when switching between regular interactions and sex. There might be parts that I messed up unintentionally, but I'm hoping not. ^^;
I had an html fail in part 8, which is why the tree got weird at that number. It was literally the only part I didn't preview, and it was the very one with a double fail. XD; I also had a fail when I added a question mark to part 9. This is the end.
I hope OP likes this, even if it's... not exactly what was requested. ^^;
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Whoa.
That. That was freakin' hot.
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But best of all is the world-building, everything from the education system to the effects of jacking off in zero-gravity. (Jar instead of a washcloth, indeed. XD) I like smut, but I think smut is best when served with an appetiser and garnish, sort of like written mental foreplay, and oh BOY did this deliver.
Anyway. Bookmarking forever. ♥
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bottom!russia why are you hot? and i'm always a fan of a dominant Canada, so that was a total win! thank you author anon
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