| Flashback: George & Colin Part II | [Jan. 18th, 2004|02:08 am] |
Players, not pups. Takes place in the summer of 2003.
George stares up at his lover open-mouthed, and tries to find the words. He thought Colin was teasing him before, but the nerves are real, the hesitation is real. George props himself up slightly on his elbows, his face a picture of disbelief. George realizes he must look pretty stupid with his mouth just hanging there like that.
"Uh..." says George, as a feeling like pins and needles flushes his body. He's at once amazed that Colin would ask for such a thing after always insisting he never would, and incredibly moved. It's no small gesture. It's as intimate a contract as they've ever made with each other.
"OK," he says at last. He realizes at once that it's a feeble reply, and looks for more. "I mean... if you're sure you want to. Colin, you don't have to. Not for me. You don't need to do this unless you really..." He loses the words, half afraid he's about to persuade Colin out of doing something that he never thought he'd have to be asked twice about.
Colin desperately wants to latch on to the excuses George is offering him to back out. But his resolve is too strong and the many sleepless nights leading up to this moment convince him that this is something that he needs to do. It's Colin's gift to George to cement their relationship and to prove his trust and love. He isn't so sure that it's been apparent lately with all the added stress and time they've spent apart.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Colin shakes his head. "No, no. I want to do this. I want you...I want you to be the first." He once again fiddles with the hemline of his jeans as he allows that to sink in. Worried that he'll do something stupid like change his mind or start rambling like an idiot as he becomes more and more nervous, Colin leans down and kisses George instead.
This time George takes Colin in both arms, squeezing him tight between his biceps as his hands crest up Colin's back, run through his hair, sweep lightly across his warm, soft skin.
As they break for breath, George looks up at Colin with wonder. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Colin, but if I ever find out, I'm doing it a couple more times just to be sure."
George sees there's doubt and fear in Colin's eyes. He presses a hand to Colin's face and runs his thumb along Colin's cheek. "It's going to hurt a little," he says softly, knowing that Colin already knows this well enough. "I won't push you. You're in control."
Both touched and reassured, Colin nods in understanding, but the doubt and fear doesn't fade with George's words thanks to the little bit about 'hurting', which Colin is more than well aware of. "Em..." he hesitates again, fingers tapping and restlessly rubbing George's collarbone as he tries to think of a way to admit this without looking like an eejit.
"I kno-know it's going to hurt and everything. But em... I'm not really sure what I need to do to make it... feel better at first. If that's even possible," he laughs a little, but it's forced and strained. It's humbling for him to find out what it's like to be on the other side of this and to truly see how little he was aware of what the others went through. For him. "Hands and knees right?" He asks, feeling slightly foolish as he finally dares to meet George's eyes again.
There's nothing but love in those eyes. George has never seen Colin so vulnerable, and the fact that Colin would let himself feel this way as a demonstration of love makes him more smitten than ever.
"It's easier, yeah," says George. "It's easier if we're not face to face, but..." he pauses. He's not going to ask that, but he does want it to be more intimate than a basic fuck. Hands and knees, it makes it sound like a pick-up in a motel room.
"We can lie together," George suggests. "Lie on our sides. It's... gentle. It means I can hold you."
"No. I know it's supposed to hurt more face to face but I think...I'd rather be able to see you. It would just be more..." ...comforting, special, amazing... He trails off, each word getting slower than the last before becoming inaudible. He licks his lips, feeling his stomach flutter in anticipation and nervous energy. In spite of that, his stubborn streak still manages to make an appearance.
Colin wants to see George and everything that's being done to him during this, whether George wants it or not. With a bit more confidence that shows in his body and voice, Colin leans down and places a warm kiss to George's neck before trailing his mouth up to whisper against his lips in reassurance, "Need you. Want this."
Need. Want. The intensity of Colin's words remind George of the first time they made their lover's compact. Not the first time they said 'I love you', but the time they escaped from it all to a hidden place, where they made love in a way that felt absolutely like love for the first time, regardless of what was spoken. The memories spark inspiration.
"Like this, then," George whispers into Colin's ear, reaching up to run his hands along Colin's thighs. "You stay on top, the way you are now." He runs his hands back to Colin's neck and pulls his head down so their brows are touching.
"We'll take it slow. You'll be in control the whole time. You'll see me the whole time. And I'll see you." He brings his lips up to meet with Colin's for only a second. "I love you," he says. He never tires of saying it.
Colin's eyes soften at that as he replies, "I love you too." His forehead is still pressed against George's, their breath mingling as chaste kisses are given again and again. The kiss deepens eventually as Colin's fingertips play along the edges of George's shorts. He tugs sharply on George's bottom lip with his teeth, before breaking the kiss and moving his lips down his chin, neck, and chest. This is something he can do, something he knows how to do. As he slowly pulls the shorts down just as his lips reach George's belly button, he decides he'll worry about everything else when the time comes and focus on George for now.
George raises himself onto his elbows to better see what Colin is up to. He's grinning, because it looks like his guy has found his feet again, and it looks like he's about to find something else besides.
Colin looks up just as he gets the shorts past George's knees and catches the devilish grin on his lover's face. He returns it whole-heartedly before getting back to his task. He tosses the shorts behind him and runs his hands up George's thighs, slowly. Smile still in place, he reaches for George's cock and runs his fingers along the length before following that with his tongue. He closes his lips around the head and sucks gently as he glances up at George to gauge his reaction.
George's head drops suddenly back on the bed as he lets out a loud, prolonged gasp at the feel of Colin's beautiful lips enclosing him. It feels transcendent, not just because Colin does what he does with enthusiasm - and talent - but because of who he is, and what it means to George to have found someone to love, and to love him as much as this. He can't remember it being like this before.
He runs his hands down over his own belly and tries to stop himself bucking up. Then he pushes a hand through Colin's hair and cups his left ear, and squeezes it gently. He has to cling on to something, or he'll drift off into space.
Colin slides his hands across George's stomach and smiles as much as he can at the feeling of his hand in his hair. He soon sets up a leisurely rhythm as his mouth moves up and down, cheeks hollowing with the suction. He moans around George's flesh while his hands move even higher up his chest. Just as his tongue flicks under the head of his cock, he reaches and twists George's nipple, hard.
George's sigh becomes a low growl through gritted teeth as his grip on reality is seriously challenged by Colin's double onslaught of pleasure and pain. When he speaks, it's with a voice that sounds like he's swallowed a bucket of gravel. "Fuck, baby."
He grabs Colin's hair again and tugs, gently persuading him to pull his head back off his cock. Then he pushes Colin back upright and sits up, putting Colin into a crushing embrace and pressing his mouth to Colin's, passionately grasping at Colin's tongue with his lips. His dick collides with Colin's, and he brings a hand down to wrap around both of them and hold them together as they kiss.
Colin slides his tongue along George's just as his hand wraps around them both. He moans softly and reaches a hand down to cover the back of George's palm as the kiss continues. Figuring he's as ready as he'll ever be, Colin breaks the kiss and moves his lips to George's ear to whisper hotly, "Fuck me."
George kisses Colin softly on his rough cheek, then sinks back down onto the bed. He keeps his eyes on his beautiful dark-eyed love as he reaches across to the edge of the bed and fumbles for the shelf of the bedside table. The first thing his fingers settle on isn't the condom he'd been searching for. Instead he finds a cigarette lighter, gets an idea, and hunts out something else he knows should be in there somewhere.
He brings back the lighter and drops it on his chest, along with a pre-rolled joint. "Might help?" he suggests with a smirk. He reaches out again, and this time grabs the condom between two fingers and curls the tube of gel into the palm of his hand.
Colin crawls back up George's body and kneels on his thighs as he looks at the items on his chest and those in his hand. "Hmm..." A little bastard smirk rapidly forms at the sight of the joint and he focuses on that rather than the two things that prove he's about to let someone fuck him. His eyebrow raises as he caresses George's stomach restlessly, now his only outward sign of nerves. "Might help? You don't think you're enough to get me to relax and in the mood, George?"
George laughs. It's a deep, warm sound. He shakes his head at Colin as he tears the foil off the wrapper. "You don't have to keep sweet-talking me, Irish. You already won," he grins. "If you want it, just take it. If you don't..." He holds the condom between his middle and index fingers. "I could use a hand." He winks.
Colin considers his options for a moment before he takes the condom from George with a half-amused, half-serious look. "I think I'll save it for the post-coital bliss. I have a feeling after I have your enormous dick up me arse all night I'll need more than a regular smoke."
He strokes George's cock, once... twice, before sliding the condom down his length. He figures he could have used his mouth but he's so close to his both dreaded/desired act that he's not in the mood for party tricks.
George shudders under the tease of Colin's touch, and chuckles at Colin's cavalier show of bravado. He decides not to mention that he can't remember ever feeling this aroused before, because it probably won't help Colin's courage.
George picks up the joint and lighter and throws them back at the bedside table. As soon as the condom's on, he flips open the lube, squeezes it into his palm and smears it thickly over his dick.
"Do you want to start with something... smaller?" asks George with a smirk. "Or do you just want to take it slow?"
Colin rolls his eyes at that and returns the smirk. "Gee... I dunno, let me think about that one." His hand reaches for George's lube slicked one and he wraps it around his own cock and encourages George to stroke him. He kneels up a little higher and braces an arm against the bed while keeping his other hand firmly wrapped around George's. Figuring the hint will get across, he moves his hand lower to his balls and then even further back to brush against the skin just behind them.
As Colin guides his hand, George keeps his eyes fixed on his lover's face, fascinated and captivated and still halfway wondering if this whole thing is make-believe. He runs his wet fingers gently along the tender, sensitive patch of skin that he's been led to. Already, it's new territory. Any time his hands - or mouth, or any other part of him - have wandered too far in this direction in the past, the reaction's always been the same; an amused, but firm rejection.
This time it's an invitation, and while it feels like a dream, he's certain of its sincerity. George tenderly trails a single finger between Colin's cheeks and traces a circle on his asshole.
Colin's breath catches in his throat as George's fingers reach their destination. Years of classical conditioning make him want to pull away from the touch, to say 'no,' but he doesn't move. Reminding himself to breathe, he releases George's hand and uses the arm to help the other support his weight. From this angle he can see George perfectly and every flicker of emotion on his face. He's sure his eyes show George every little bit that's going through his head as well, almost making him wish he had asked to do this on his hands and knees so he can keep something to himself, something private. But as he catches the loving, yet awe-struck expression on his lover's face, any and all doubts fade away.
George pushes in with his middle finger, only up to the nail, then pulls out and rubs against Colin's ring again. His first time was nothing like this, but then his first time was just about getting fucked, and this is about much more than that. George pushes again, a little further.
"You OK?" he asks in a concerned whisper.
Colin nods almost imperceptibly, then again, more clearly, in lieu of a verbal answer. The first bit was hardly noticeable but he can definitely feel the finger slowly moving further inside him now. His attention is completely on that, rather than the concerned look on George's face. It isn't too bad yet, but his mind still clambers for and grasps bits of wisdom he himself tells people bottoming for him. Breathe in...breathe out, relax, don't think about it too much... His eyes flutter shut and he leans just a bit closer to George as he tries to work on getting that last one right.
Only then does it dawn on George that Colin needs a distraction, which back at the club would probably mean biting his ear or scraping his fingers down his spine to give him something else to worry about. That wasn't the tactic to use here.
"The first time I saw you - in person - I think it made me a little drunk," he confesses, his voice low and husky. "When we had those beers at the premiere, with Todd there... I don't think I had enough beers to feel as light-headed as I did." As he talks, he pushes the finger deeper in, then back, then in once more.
"Right there and then, I saw the way you would laugh, and heard the way you cursed like it was the thing keeping you alive, and I just... hoped those eyes were looking at me with as much hunger as I had when I looked at you." He eases in the second finger. He can't push too deep or hard from this angle, but it feels like he's doing enough to get Colin to relax.
"It never wore off," he tells him. "That light-headed feeling? Every time I look at you, I feel a little drunk."
Feeling a little drunk himself, Colin grunts as the second finger goes in, but soon George's soothing voice distracts him from the discomfort. His words once again remind him that he's made the right choice tonight, that he's with the right person. And yet...so far this isn't exactly what he expected after years of watching other people going through it. It's not exactly something he would write home abo- "Oh God..."
"Breathe," whispers George. He tries not to laugh, but he thinks Colin just discovered what he's been trying to tell him since the start. "See, now didn't I always tell you I have excellent taste?" He pushes his fingers further in and stretches ever so gently.
Breathe, Colin lets out a rough laugh. Right. His fingers clench tightly in the folds of the blanket as the twinge of pain becomes a little sharper, but not nearly enough for him to beg off. Latching onto the verbal distraction, Colin shifts over George, actually pressing down against his fingers as he relaxes even more. "Christ, let's not talk about your... God... taste right now. I'm liable to say something that wouldn't be that fuckin' smart considering the ... oh... fuck... position I'm in."
George draws out to the tips of his fingers, then bunches the middle three together can and slides them in against each other, one by one by one, giving Colin's ass a decent stretch.
There's no covering it up. He's got to Colin now, and the guy's expression is a picture. He wonders if he should tease him about 'the position' he's in, but thinks better of it. "I'll bite my lip," he grins. Then he pushes a little harder.
Colin's playful retort dies on his lips as the discomfort and pain become that much sharper. God... He drops his head down until his forehead is pressed against George's chest. Breathing in and out slowly as the fingers continue moving inside him, it eventually becomes easier and less painful. But still... he's two seconds away from begging. For George to move faster, to stop, or at least do something before he goes completely fucking mental from it.
George brings his free hand to rub against Colin's neck, and cranes his neck to kiss Colin on the head and bury his nose in Colin's hair. He can feel Colin's breath on his chest, and slowly withdraws so the feel of his breath and the smell of his hair are the only things providing the intimacy in this moment.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
Colin presses his palms flat against the mattress and slowly pushes himself upright. Every movement and sensation feels heightened right now since the knowledge of what he is about to do keeps his mind alert rather than relaxed. Once he can see George's face, he smiles, serious as it is, and leans down to kiss him lightly. "Yeah... I'm ready."
George runs his hands over Colin's thighs, then down over his own stomach to grab his cock and moves it into position. "Take it slow," he says softly. "Give yourself time to relax. Trust me."
Colin jumps slightly when he feels George's cock pressing against his entrance, but makes no move to apologize or beg off. He meets George's eyes as he instructs him and nods as he slowly begins lowering himself onto his dick. "I trust you," he says hoarsely, groaning a little as he's stretched even further. Jesus fuck, he isn't even in far enough for this to count as sex yet, and already he has to tell himself to relax. As the pressure increases, a hysterical urge hits him, since stopping is not even an option. He could just skip 'careful' and 'easy fucking does it' and get this all done in one quick, harsh movement. Slow is good... he tells himself instead as he lowers himself a little further, stopping only to allow a moment to adjust to it before moving again.
George catches his breath and holds it for a moment at the feel of Colin's still-resisting body against his dick. He knows he'll relax into it, if he takes his time, but he also suspects the kid's going to think his pride's on the line if he can't 'get it right'. He wonders what else he can tell him, what other advice or reassurances he can offer, to make sure that Colin enjoys this night. But there doesn't seem to be anything left to say, except;
"You're beautiful," he whispers. It's quiet. So quiet, he's almost not sure if he said it or just thought it.
Colin smiles when George's soft words reach his ears, but as intent as he is on what he's doing, he can't respond. The strange feeling of being stretched becomes more intense but is soon overshadowed by the painful burning sensation. Biting hard on his bottom lip, he keeps easing down and doing his best to breathe through the discomfort. And then, he feels the head of George's cock slide past the first set of tight muscles and the feeling makes him gasp. "Oh...God."
Colin would like think that he knows George's dick even better than his own after all this time, but he can't quite recall it being this fucking big. Still, he continues pushing himself down and to his relief, it's moving along easier now. His teeth cut into his bottom lip as his body allows George deeper and deeper into his his own. He's never felt anything like this before and although it's not exactly pleasant, the burning and stretched feeling isn't quite as bad. He doesn't notice the metallic taste of blood until George is fully sheathed inside him and even that comes secondary to the relief that the worst part is over.
George runs his hands over Colin's powerful thighs and braces his spine to stop himself from bucking. Electricity is running throughout his body from the incredible sensation of having his dick squeezed by Colin's tight ass, and the urge to raise his hips is tremendous.
But he has to exercise self-control. He notices a spot of blood on Colin's lip, and his eyes fill with panic. "You OK, Irish?" he asks softly, his voice tender with concern.
"Hm-hm," Colin replies, his voice showing how distracted he is with its hazy tone. His tongue swipes out to touch the cut and the contact makes his lip sting in response, but he barely notices as he shifts around on top of George. This would be easier if this were all there is to it, but he knows he has to move. He carefully lifts himself up, his movements awkward with his innocence, before lowering himself down again just as slowly. A soft whine escapes as he repeats the slow rise and fall over George's dick; his teeth once again digging into his busted lip.
George gasps in pleasure, but he can't quite bring himself to give in to it. He looks up at his lover, and realizes how distracted he is. Colin seems so focused on getting it right that he's not able to enjoy it yet. Physically, he's there. Mentally, he's adrift.
"Colin?" he says. "The hard part's over, babe. If you trust me, I need you to kiss me about now."
Without hesitation at the request, Colin braces a hand on the bed before leaning down to close his mouth over George's. He can tell by his tone that he's not doing something right, and rather than ask for guidance, he uses the kiss as an excuse to not say anything at all. Groaning softly as George's lips slide along his bruised one, he doesn't make a move to pull away and welcomes the sharp sting instead.
George gets a taste of it too, but he can't let it distract him. He brushes his tongue along Colin's own and entices Colin to push in to his mouth. This is the passion they need. He's nervous about what he plans to do next, but he hopes Colin's comfortable enough to deal with it, and he hopes it'll give them the spark they need - and give Colin a chance to enjoy himself.
George reaches up around Colin's shoulder with one arm and pushes with the other. They roll onto their sides, then George keeps pushing until he's on top, doing his best at all times to stay inside his lover, and to keep the kiss intact. He supports his own weight on his knees and arms, so he's not pressing down heavily, but at the same time, he gently drives inside.
Being taken out of the control seat comes as a shock, but Colin is quick to adapt to the new position as George slides back in. The kiss is effectively broken as Colin arches his neck back at the sensation and moans. That felt...good. Lips tipping up in the corners, he brings his head back up so that he can meet George's mouth again as his legs slide around him to keep him close. More of that...
George steals a breath from Colin's mouth with the next kiss, with one arm still supporting his weight on the bed, and the other sliding across Colin's neck and down over his chest, grabbing hold of his left nipple between thumb and forefinger. Now he's getting the reaction he was hoping for, and it's all the encouragement he needs. He draws back and drives back in, further and harder.
Every thrust draws another noise out of Colin and he's damn near powerless to stop them. Sliding his tongue along George's as the kiss continues, he moves his hand down to encourage George to squeeze his nipple harder before moving it even further down to grasp his own cock. His knuckles brush against George's skin as he strokes himself while he uses his other hand to rake his nails slowly up George's spine.
George closes his eyes and lets out some involuntary gasps of his own. For all the work they've done, Colin is still pretty tight, and it feels so good that he can barely make sense of the touch of Colin's hands on his skin. He's together enough to know to squeeze hard on Colin's nipple as the pace of his thrust increases, but otherwise he's pretty much lost to the sensation.
Colin isn't thinking about how much he'll be aching later for this pounding or even if he'll want to do it again. No, the only thing running through his mind right now is why the fuck did he not want to try this before? Not even bothering with trying to keep hold of a kiss as the pace picks up, Colin lets his head flop back to the bed as his hand moves faster up and down his cock to match George's thrusts.
George moves his own mouth down along Colin's neck, hungrily biting at his skin and licking the sweat from his shoulder. His hand slides down over Colin's stomach and wraps itself over the hand on Colin's dick. He's completely intoxicated by the heat and passion of the moment.
Colin lets his breath out in a rush as he tries desperately to clamp down on his rising pleasure. He's not ready for this to be over yet. While his fist continues sliding up and down his dick under the steady presence of George's hand, he rocks his hips to meet each and every thrust.
Knowing it won't take much more in spite of his best efforts, Colin opens his eyes and watches George in the final moments, wanting to memorize every tiny detail. And maybe part of the reason he's watching so closely is that he needs to see that his gift of trust is appreciated, that it's wanted.
George is right there, right on the edge. He cries out as the waves of pleasure shoot through him, and looks down at Colin with a mix of shock and wonder. He can't believe how good he feels. He can't believe how lucky he is. He can't believe how beautiful his lover is. All these things make his heart beat harder, his eyes open wider and his body drip with sweat.
"Colin," he gasps out breathlessly. "Oh God. Colin." He catches his breath, then lets out an ecstatic cry. He grits his teeth as he comes, and his whole body trembles.
"Fuck," Colin moans, looking up at George with an expression akin to reverence. He did this. Because of his choice, he brought this pleasure to them both. Though it's a struggle, Colin keeps his eyes open as his hand moves over his dick, breath coming faster as he nears the end. "Fuck," he moans again, just one more hard, rough jerk to his cock and he's there, coming with George's name on his lips.
George gasps for breath, feeling flushed and overcome. He looks down on Colin with an expression of amazement, unable to remember ever seeing anything so beautiful. He cranes down and presses kisses to Colin's sweat-soaked chest, his collarbone, his jawline.
"You are amazing," George sighs. "You are fucking amazing."
Colin's chest rapidly rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath in the aftermath of what has to be the most fucking amazing sex he's had in a while. He wipes his sticky fingers discreetly on the sheets as he draws them up his body before he takes George's face in his hands. He pulls him in for a gentle kiss then, all too aware now of the cut on his lip.
When he pulls back, Colin watches George carefully, looking for the truth in his compliment. He finds it. "Christ, you were pretty fuckin' amazing yourself there, George." Smiling now, but fidgety, he reaches a hand up to twist in his own hair as he continues looking up at his lover. He wants to ask if it was good for him, if he lived up to any expectations he might have had... but he can't quite bring himself to.
"Well, I hope it was worth it," George smiles, pressing a hand against Colin's heaving chest to get a feel of his beating heart. "If I've done it right, you now know exactly how good you make me feel." He gently withdraws with a slow, contented gasp, then presses his forehead against Colin's. "And even if you never want to do it again," he adds in a lazy drawl, "this is going to keep me warm at night for a long, long time."
Colin chuckles low in his throat as George's forehead touches his. He lets his legs down to the bed, already feeling a twinge of soreness in them but nothing worth groaning about. All in all, he actually feels pretty good. Which is exactly the opposite of what he was expecting. He lets his eyes shut while his fingers find George's arms and slowly trace along his skin, up and down.
"Mmm... I think we can do that again. And again. But... it's my turn next." Colin's eyes open, and even if it were pitch dark in the bedroom, he's pretty damn sure George could see the teasing grin lighting up his face. He's barely able to get the rest out before he starts laughing again and already, he's bracing for the smack that he expects will surely come from it. "I'm better at it then you are."
George laughs too hard to make a success of his scowl, but narrows his eyes meanly anyway and gives one of Colin's nipples a tight squeeze as punishment, making him yelp.
Then a thought occurs to him, and he cocks an eyebrow. "Hmm. Well, if that's true, then you're going to have to prove it, Irish." He brings his lips to Colin's ear and growls; "Next time, I want you to fuck me so hard that I see angels." George may never say it out loud, but damn, Colin can be as cocky as he likes, the way he fucks.
Colin rubs the sore nipple and mock scowls at George. "Aye, see if I fuck you that hard after all the abuse you're heapin' on me. You'll be lucky to see anything, much less angels." George is damn lucky Colin's nose didn't grow with that lie, otherwise he'd be missing an eye at that angle. "All right... maybe one angel," he relents finally. "Two if you behave."
George laughs and runs a hand through Colin's hair. He shakes his head. "God, I love you," he says, abandoning any effort to keep the pissing contest going. Because while he likes the pissing contest, it doesn't even come close to the feeling of being in love. "I love you, and you're fucking great in bed."
"Ditto," Colin replies softly, smiling up at his lover. It's moments like these that give Colin hope for their relationship. The emotional and physical distance of late seems to be a distant memory now and he couldn't be happier. He reaches a hand out to caress the side of George's face lovingly as he continues, "But that doesn't mean we shouldn't get a lot of practice in, yeah? Who knows... maybe someday I can graduate from 'great' to 'perfect'." He tilts his head then and draws George down for a kiss, his lips mumbling against his. "Like you."
George smiles a goofy smile, and damn it, he blushes. "You win," he whispers. "You cocky Irish bastard. You win." Then he parts his lips and lets Colin's tongue slide inside. He closes his eyes and murmurs his pleasure as he brings the weight of his body down on top of Colin. And he can just about see those angels already. |
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