[His arms move, then, like he's instinctively out to reach for Adrian's thighs and spread them with his hands, maybe hold him open — but then, of course, the leash runs out of room and the headboard rattles, and Jotaro pauses a second in his licking to wrinkle his nose good-naturedly.]
Fucking —
[Oh, well. He rolls his eyes and shakes it off, arching his shoulders up to take a different swing at accomplishing what he would've done otherwise with his hands.
Unfortunately for Adrian, Jotaro's not exactly firsthand familiar with just how sensitive a clit can be, and consequently there's definitely no restraint exercised as he homes in on the place Adrian had indicated and drags the flat of his tongue against it.]
[Adrian lets out an airy laugh.] I could unleash you, you know.
[But Jotaro won't agree to that, not yet For now, it'll just be like this, Jotaro still tied up and having to use just his tongue.
Then the sensation moves over his clit, wet heat sliding over him. It's just once, but makes Adrian gasp, arching his back, hips jerking. His fingers curl tightly into Jotaro's hair for a moment, then he murmurs:] Please, more just like that.
[He sounds smug, and not at all like a prisoner in the slightest. Half the time his squirming is as much for Adrian's benefit as it is a legitimate reaction, after all.
But then he does something right, evidently, and all of a sudden his eyes are sharp with interest, a smile curling like lit paper at the edge of his mouth.]
Mm. Make that noise again.
[And he lifts his chin, unmindful of anything else as he closes his eyes and works his tongue against Adrian's slit again, alternating between sucking kisses and firm licks along the length of it, showing particular attention to his clit every time his tongue draws close.]
[No, he won't. It's admittedly much more enthralling to keep Jotaro like this, leaving him with only his mouth as his wicked tool. And it works, the way he smiles causing a sharp thrill up Adrian's spine.]
Ah--! [Adrian's fingers in Jotaro's hair pet him desperately, trying to keep himself busy without writhing onto him.] It's good, perfect--
[He has nothing to compare it to, and it's so different than a mouth on his cock. It's intensely wonderful, and he does think he could just come from this.
But he's promised he won't, so he bites his lower lip, shuddering where he is as Jotaro works away on him.]
[Just for fun, he makes the headboard rattle with a tug on his wrists while his tongue keeps working, a low appreciative hum rumbling in his throat as Adrian's fingers slide and scratch pleasantly through his hair. Next time, he thinks suddenly, he won't use Star as his way of calling the game off; it would be so satisfying to use his Stand to touch Adrian even while his own hands are occupied, but he doesn't want to run the risk of a misunderstood signal, not now.
But that's okay. Just a thought for next time. Right now, there's plenty he can do just on his own. Or maybe with a little help.]
Hey.
[He's breathless, each word shallow, but who could blame him.]
[The enthusiastic rattling of the headboard winds up the mood for him. Adrian is trembling, wanting desperately to grind himself against Jotaro's mouth but withholding.
Then he pulls back, making Adrian whine, but he listens obediently. Adrian licks his lips, staring down at Jotaro before moving his hands down. His fingers press against the folds, then he spreads himself out, dribbling eagerly.]
[It's just hot, feeling him quivering, making him be just that little bit obscene. He lifts his head a little, flicking the tip of his tongue against him in a teasing lick before running it more deliberately over his hidden entrance, lapping at where he's wet.]
Oh. [Adrian outright whimpers, still trembling at both the sensation and how difficult it is to hold himself back.]
More-- please. More than that. [Even if it'll make it more difficult to keep from coming, but he thinks he can manage it. He wants his first time like this to be wrapped around Jotaro.]
[Which, he notes, puts him at somewhat more risk of getting smothered than otherwise, and that's also why he suspects Adrian is being careful and holding back a little. But he's got Star, and they're doing all right. It'll be okay.
Besides. Getting him to shift will make things a little easier, but even right now he's got enough reach to tilt his chin and push his tongue inside him a bit before having to draw back again.]
Mm —
[He rocks up and does it again, more confidently this time, managing to penetrate him with his pointed tongue a little deeper than before.]
[Slowly, he gets a little closer, letting Jotaro work his mouth. The teasing touch of his tongue makes him shudder, but the actual penetration makes him shiver, mouth open and panting.
And god, how good Jotaro looks like this.]
Jojo--
[He can only groan out that much before he's gathering his thoughts again.]
Jojo, I-- I need to move away. [He doesn't sound panicked really, and he tries to clarify:] I'll... come if I don't.
[Well, fuck if that admission doesn't send a jolt of triumphant arousal straight to his dick, but he's feeling an extra bit mean so he makes sure to tongue at Adrian's clit a few more times before letting himself sink back into the pillows, panting but looking utterly self-satisfied.]
Fuck, you're all red...
[That's right, he drank from his leg earlier, didn't he. He's got the blood to blush with, now, and Jotaro loves it.
He closes his eyes, feeling a warm and breathless mess — his hair a catastrophe after how Adrian's been petting him, his lips wet, his cheeks flushed, and still wrapped around his throat, that heavy collar that's so soft on the inside and so severe to look at.]
Adrian...you're so good, holy shit.
[He has to take a minute, before he can get his eyes open halfway, equal parts aching and content all at once.]
And you-- you're so warm. [From the dragon scales, no doubt.
If he could take a picture of the moment. Perhaps he will even paint it, for his own pleasant memories. As it is, he loves how Jotaro looks right now, still all tied up, chin glistening and hair a delightful mess.
It's beautiful.
The blush on Adrian's body has extended to his chest, up to his cheeks. Normally it'd be subtle, but the fresh blood does make it so stark on his pale skin.]
Then we want the same thing.
[Adrian moves his hands so he can work his way down, bowing his head to spread slow kisses down the length of Jotaro's torso. He kneels over his hips, reaching down to curl his hand around the cock under him.]
[He says, dreamily, while he basks in the feeling of Adrian shifting down the length of his body and dropping kisses against his skin the whole way. It's lazy and languid and so easy to lose himself in it, up until he feels long fingers wrap around his scaly cock and guide it up into position.
It's then that he swallows hard, and makes himself open his eyes, because more than anything he wants to watch this particular show, and he doesn't want to miss a second.]
[Another slow stroke is given to Jotaro, then Adrian arranges himself more to spread his legs proper. Holding Jotaro at the base, he starts to slowly lower himself, only stopping when the tip is pressed against him.]
Even this... feels different. More vivid. Even your cock is so hot.
[Adrian starts to let him slowly slip inside, though his eyes are also trained on Jotaro's face, as if he can't afford to lose even a second of his reaction. During Iris, he doesn't need any slick either, and neither does he really like this. But the fitting is...]
It's like you fit me more this way.
[His voice is breathless as he goes, brows knitted, lips parted. Eventually, he finds himself sitting on Jotaro's hips, letting out a sigh.]
[They've never — they've never done it like this before. They came close, once, that terrible night when Adrian finally broke and confessed what had happened to him when he'd returned to Wallachia, but of course, after that, they hadn't resumed — and for good reason.
But Jotaro has wanted this, secretly, deeply. He's wanted to see the way it looks as he enters him. He's wanted to be able to let his eyes roam from the twist of euphoria on Adrian's face to the stretch between his legs, just wanted to see the whole of what he does to him when they do this.
And this is their first. Another first. He's never been inside a — a vagina (fuck he can't even think it without blushing, what the fuck) and Adrian has never given this to anyone else. It's his. It's theirs. This is theirs, it's just them, a first for the both of them.
Sanguis loves it, and he barely even notices, because Jotaro loves it even more powerfully than his moonblessing.]
Y...Yeah. This is...
[Is he allowed to say this way was made for me? It's technically true, but it also sounds kind of stupid, and he can't help but turn his head to try to hide his face in his arm, hide his fevered blushing, as he thinks it.
But looking away means not being able to look at Adrian, and he's not stupid. So it's only a few seconds before he's lifted his head again, glassy-eyed and beaming with adoration.]
Wish I could touch you.
[His fingers flex.]
But I don't want you to let me out. I like it this way. Just — wanting you, so much.
[The look on Jotaro's face makes him smile even as he's distracted, obviously, with having Jotaro buried inside of him. He sighs, reaching out with a hand to touch Jotaro's fingers, then stroking down to his face.]
Next time, I want you to touch me as much as you want.
[Taking in a breath, he rolls his hips slowly, shivering at the way Jotaro slides inside of him. It feels good, definitely a perfect fit.]
Could invite Star with us. Have you both, maybe. How would that feel for you, I wonder-- maybe too much?
[He laughs airily, then groans as he rises up and slides back down onto Jotaro.]
[It sounds like a promise, and that's why he can't help but echo it. They'll do this again. In his life of chances cut short and dreams gone unrealized because of a killing blow, he craves that sort of promise far more than he ever realized.
But the mention of Star makes him laugh, as does the electric pleasure that washes over him as Adrian starts to move, while moonlacing and desire twist up together and make him giddy.]
You're so full of it. Like you really want to see what it does to me, and not how it feels for you.
[He doesn't have a lot of leverage like this, not with Adrian's weight over his hips and his hands bound, but he can manage to rock his hips a little to meet Adrian. That's all, however — just the slightest good-faith attempt at helping. The rest of it is entirely in Adrian's control, and he's beautiful to watch.]
He — he wants his collar, too. Star. Before we're done. He's wanted to touch you this whole time, but — ah, I fucked up, made him my signal to stop. I didn't want you to think I needed to stop. Oh —
[Even the slightest shift from Jotaro can be felt, and he gasps softly before he's grinding back down, enthralled with how it feels. The mention of Star makes him consider for a moment. Oh, what they could have both had then, but he would have assumed that it was Jotaro calling to stop.]
I brought his. [Adrian has to pause and shiver, squirming over Jotaro.] It's in the bag, in the living room. You-- you can bring him out, get it, I'll put it on him.
Yeah. Yeah, all right. I'm okay, yeah? The fucking around — we don't need a signal anymore, okay?
[Breathless, he closes his eyes and tries to rock his hips again, his fire-opal scales glistening with heat and the exertion.
A moment later, Star appears at the side of the bed, and he's barely even taken form before his large steady hand is wrapping around the back of Adrian's head, drawing him in for a messy kiss.
Quietly elated, Jotaro bites his lip against the phantom sensation, still watching through half-lidded eyes.]
[Gladly, Adrian melts into the kiss, closing his eyes and reaching out for Star's cheek, stroking his fingers through his beautiful mane. Stroking down his cheek, nibbling his lower lip.]
Good boy. Get... my bag from the other room. I'll put the collar on.
[Adrian lifts himself up again, sinking back down with a sigh.]
[Approvingly, Star chuffs like a big cat and pushes eagerly into the petting, taking advantage of what he can do and Jotaro can't by running his own fingers over Adrian's body as if just to feel him.
But obedience to Adrian's wishes is one of the implicit directions he's been given, and so soon enough he goes zipping away, returning in a flash with the aforementioned bag.
Eagerly, he offers it up; as he does, the tip of one finger comes to rest, painstakingly gentle, against one of the lingering burns on Adrian's body. Fixated, he follows the line of it with his finger, his face impassive and his eyes dark.
Ora, he pronounces softly, at last, and reaches to take Adrian's hand, making a deliberate show of weaving their fingers together for his view.]
[That's not an assessment of the collar, but of the circumstances — a distinction that quickly becomes clear as Star moves around to crouch down at Jotaro's side, putting the both of them and their collars on display for Adrian's viewing pleasure.]
You and your pretty pets. Lookit.
[Jotaro's eyes close halfway, but then he starts to grin once again.]
You love it, don't you. Seeing us like this. Yours.
[Jotaro can easily feel how enticed Adrian is as he gazes at the pair of them. He squeezes over his cock, a shiver of delight rushing through him. Yes, his. They're both his. Beautiful and strong and wonderful. It pleases his more beastly instincts, the vampiric nature inside of him.]
You're both so perfect.
[More eagerly, he rocks himself on top of Jotaro, sighing in content and pleasure.]
[Oh, fuck. Adrian clamps down on him, and it wrenches an approving groan from his throat — evidently, he hit his mark spot-on, and this is his reward.
But they're both being indulgent, aren't they? He wants to play to Adrian's instincts. He wants to see him go silky and sly and toy with him like he'd been before. Of course he does, it's hot as hell.]
Haha...one well-behaved pet and one disobedient one.
[And it's very obvious which one he is, as Star carefully gets himself up onto the bed and moves around to hover behind Adrian, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace that almost manages to be sweet, except for the way he winds up pressing his face against Adrian's neck, and the way his large hands stroke down his torso to grasp at his pecs.
Pleased with himself, Star shakes his head a little, making the hardware rattle.]
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Fucking —
[Oh, well. He rolls his eyes and shakes it off, arching his shoulders up to take a different swing at accomplishing what he would've done otherwise with his hands.
Unfortunately for Adrian, Jotaro's not exactly firsthand familiar with just how sensitive a clit can be, and consequently there's definitely no restraint exercised as he homes in on the place Adrian had indicated and drags the flat of his tongue against it.]
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[But Jotaro won't agree to that, not yet For now, it'll just be like this, Jotaro still tied up and having to use just his tongue.
Then the sensation moves over his clit, wet heat sliding over him. It's just once, but makes Adrian gasp, arching his back, hips jerking. His fingers curl tightly into Jotaro's hair for a moment, then he murmurs:] Please, more just like that.
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[He sounds smug, and not at all like a prisoner in the slightest. Half the time his squirming is as much for Adrian's benefit as it is a legitimate reaction, after all.
But then he does something right, evidently, and all of a sudden his eyes are sharp with interest, a smile curling like lit paper at the edge of his mouth.]
Mm. Make that noise again.
[And he lifts his chin, unmindful of anything else as he closes his eyes and works his tongue against Adrian's slit again, alternating between sucking kisses and firm licks along the length of it, showing particular attention to his clit every time his tongue draws close.]
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Ah--! [Adrian's fingers in Jotaro's hair pet him desperately, trying to keep himself busy without writhing onto him.] It's good, perfect--
[He has nothing to compare it to, and it's so different than a mouth on his cock. It's intensely wonderful, and he does think he could just come from this.
But he's promised he won't, so he bites his lower lip, shuddering where he is as Jotaro works away on him.]
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But that's okay. Just a thought for next time. Right now, there's plenty he can do just on his own. Or maybe with a little help.]
Hey.
[He's breathless, each word shallow, but who could blame him.]
Be a good boy and hold yourself open for me.
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Then he pulls back, making Adrian whine, but he listens obediently. Adrian licks his lips, staring down at Jotaro before moving his hands down. His fingers press against the folds, then he spreads himself out, dribbling eagerly.]
Like this?
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[It's just hot, feeling him quivering, making him be just that little bit obscene. He lifts his head a little, flicking the tip of his tongue against him in a teasing lick before running it more deliberately over his hidden entrance, lapping at where he's wet.]
How's that...
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More-- please. More than that. [Even if it'll make it more difficult to keep from coming, but he thinks he can manage it. He wants his first time like this to be wrapped around Jotaro.]
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[Which, he notes, puts him at somewhat more risk of getting smothered than otherwise, and that's also why he suspects Adrian is being careful and holding back a little. But he's got Star, and they're doing all right. It'll be okay.
Besides. Getting him to shift will make things a little easier, but even right now he's got enough reach to tilt his chin and push his tongue inside him a bit before having to draw back again.]
Mm —
[He rocks up and does it again, more confidently this time, managing to penetrate him with his pointed tongue a little deeper than before.]
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And god, how good Jotaro looks like this.]
Jojo--
[He can only groan out that much before he's gathering his thoughts again.]
Jojo, I-- I need to move away. [He doesn't sound panicked really, and he tries to clarify:] I'll... come if I don't.
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Fuck, you're all red...
[That's right, he drank from his leg earlier, didn't he. He's got the blood to blush with, now, and Jotaro loves it.
He closes his eyes, feeling a warm and breathless mess — his hair a catastrophe after how Adrian's been petting him, his lips wet, his cheeks flushed, and still wrapped around his throat, that heavy collar that's so soft on the inside and so severe to look at.]
Adrian...you're so good, holy shit.
[He has to take a minute, before he can get his eyes open halfway, equal parts aching and content all at once.]
But...I wanna come...
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If he could take a picture of the moment. Perhaps he will even paint it, for his own pleasant memories. As it is, he loves how Jotaro looks right now, still all tied up, chin glistening and hair a delightful mess.
It's beautiful.
The blush on Adrian's body has extended to his chest, up to his cheeks. Normally it'd be subtle, but the fresh blood does make it so stark on his pale skin.]
Then we want the same thing.
[Adrian moves his hands so he can work his way down, bowing his head to spread slow kisses down the length of Jotaro's torso. He kneels over his hips, reaching down to curl his hand around the cock under him.]
At your ready, balaur.
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[He says, dreamily, while he basks in the feeling of Adrian shifting down the length of his body and dropping kisses against his skin the whole way. It's lazy and languid and so easy to lose himself in it, up until he feels long fingers wrap around his scaly cock and guide it up into position.
It's then that he swallows hard, and makes himself open his eyes, because more than anything he wants to watch this particular show, and he doesn't want to miss a second.]
Go slow. Wanna see your face.
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Even this... feels different. More vivid. Even your cock is so hot.
[Adrian starts to let him slowly slip inside, though his eyes are also trained on Jotaro's face, as if he can't afford to lose even a second of his reaction. During Iris, he doesn't need any slick either, and neither does he really like this. But the fitting is...]
It's like you fit me more this way.
[His voice is breathless as he goes, brows knitted, lips parted. Eventually, he finds himself sitting on Jotaro's hips, letting out a sigh.]
Good.
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But Jotaro has wanted this, secretly, deeply. He's wanted to see the way it looks as he enters him. He's wanted to be able to let his eyes roam from the twist of euphoria on Adrian's face to the stretch between his legs, just wanted to see the whole of what he does to him when they do this.
And this is their first. Another first. He's never been inside a — a vagina (fuck he can't even think it without blushing, what the fuck) and Adrian has never given this to anyone else. It's his. It's theirs. This is theirs, it's just them, a first for the both of them.
Sanguis loves it, and he barely even notices, because Jotaro loves it even more powerfully than his moonblessing.]
Y...Yeah. This is...
[Is he allowed to say this way was made for me? It's technically true, but it also sounds kind of stupid, and he can't help but turn his head to try to hide his face in his arm, hide his fevered blushing, as he thinks it.
But looking away means not being able to look at Adrian, and he's not stupid. So it's only a few seconds before he's lifted his head again, glassy-eyed and beaming with adoration.]
Wish I could touch you.
[His fingers flex.]
But I don't want you to let me out. I like it this way. Just — wanting you, so much.
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Next time, I want you to touch me as much as you want.
[Taking in a breath, he rolls his hips slowly, shivering at the way Jotaro slides inside of him. It feels good, definitely a perfect fit.]
Could invite Star with us. Have you both, maybe. How would that feel for you, I wonder-- maybe too much?
[He laughs airily, then groans as he rises up and slides back down onto Jotaro.]
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[It sounds like a promise, and that's why he can't help but echo it. They'll do this again. In his life of chances cut short and dreams gone unrealized because of a killing blow, he craves that sort of promise far more than he ever realized.
But the mention of Star makes him laugh, as does the electric pleasure that washes over him as Adrian starts to move, while moonlacing and desire twist up together and make him giddy.]
You're so full of it. Like you really want to see what it does to me, and not how it feels for you.
[He doesn't have a lot of leverage like this, not with Adrian's weight over his hips and his hands bound, but he can manage to rock his hips a little to meet Adrian. That's all, however — just the slightest good-faith attempt at helping. The rest of it is entirely in Adrian's control, and he's beautiful to watch.]
He — he wants his collar, too. Star. Before we're done. He's wanted to touch you this whole time, but — ah, I fucked up, made him my signal to stop. I didn't want you to think I needed to stop. Oh —
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I brought his. [Adrian has to pause and shiver, squirming over Jotaro.] It's in the bag, in the living room. You-- you can bring him out, get it, I'll put it on him.
Then he can join us. If you want.
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[Breathless, he closes his eyes and tries to rock his hips again, his fire-opal scales glistening with heat and the exertion.
A moment later, Star appears at the side of the bed, and he's barely even taken form before his large steady hand is wrapping around the back of Adrian's head, drawing him in for a messy kiss.
Quietly elated, Jotaro bites his lip against the phantom sensation, still watching through half-lidded eyes.]
...Hah. Guess he didn't feel like waiting...
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[Gladly, Adrian melts into the kiss, closing his eyes and reaching out for Star's cheek, stroking his fingers through his beautiful mane. Stroking down his cheek, nibbling his lower lip.]
Good boy. Get... my bag from the other room. I'll put the collar on.
[Adrian lifts himself up again, sinking back down with a sigh.]
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But obedience to Adrian's wishes is one of the implicit directions he's been given, and so soon enough he goes zipping away, returning in a flash with the aforementioned bag.
Eagerly, he offers it up; as he does, the tip of one finger comes to rest, painstakingly gentle, against one of the lingering burns on Adrian's body. Fixated, he follows the line of it with his finger, his face impassive and his eyes dark.
Ora, he pronounces softly, at last, and reaches to take Adrian's hand, making a deliberate show of weaving their fingers together for his view.]
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[Gently, he squeezes his hand with the Stand's, rolling his thumb over the knuckles.]
You're sweet. I'll be all right, I promise.
[Taking in a breath, he reaches into the bag and pulls out the collar, placing it snug around Star's neck.]
Look at you. So lovely.
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[That's not an assessment of the collar, but of the circumstances — a distinction that quickly becomes clear as Star moves around to crouch down at Jotaro's side, putting the both of them and their collars on display for Adrian's viewing pleasure.]
You and your pretty pets. Lookit.
[Jotaro's eyes close halfway, but then he starts to grin once again.]
You love it, don't you. Seeing us like this. Yours.
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You're both so perfect.
[More eagerly, he rocks himself on top of Jotaro, sighing in content and pleasure.]
Come here, my Star. Touch me.
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But they're both being indulgent, aren't they? He wants to play to Adrian's instincts. He wants to see him go silky and sly and toy with him like he'd been before. Of course he does, it's hot as hell.]
Haha...one well-behaved pet and one disobedient one.
[And it's very obvious which one he is, as Star carefully gets himself up onto the bed and moves around to hover behind Adrian, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace that almost manages to be sweet, except for the way he winds up pressing his face against Adrian's neck, and the way his large hands stroke down his torso to grasp at his pecs.
Pleased with himself, Star shakes his head a little, making the hardware rattle.]
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