Happy Birthday
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jooles34Title: Happy Birthday
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 2,384
Rating, Warnings: 18. Abuse of innocent leather. Stephen does manage to remain sober however.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: A little pressie for![[info]](https://jooles34.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=3)
lukadreaming for all the awesome beta-ing she does for me, from her prompt "tight fit".
AN2: Thanks tolukadreaming for beta duty. Yes, I am actually mean enbough to make her beta her own gift. I'm evil, me.
Ryan woke slowly as the warm body next to him moved. He lifted his arm and Stephen tucked himself in close, planting lazy kisses on Ryan’s chest.
“ ‘d morning. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.” Ryan wrapped his arm around Stephen’s back and placed a kiss on his head. “Explain again how you managed to get Lester to give us both the day off?”
“I didn’t. It turns out that Connor can be very convincing when he wants to be and now I owe him a very big favour.”
Ryan huffed out a laugh and ran his fingers up and down Stephen’s shoulder.
“So what do you want to do with your day?” Stephen continued.
“I thought we could stay in bed.”
“Oh, really? And do what exactly?”
“Actually, I’ve bought you a little present…”
“Shouldn’t it be me that says that?” Stephen lifted his head and gave Ryan a quizzical look which Ryan returned with a broad grin. Stephen rolled his eyes and shifted to prop himself up on one elbow to look down on Ryan. “What you really mean is you have a present for me that actually benefits you, don’t you?”
“Yup!” Ryan knew he was failing to keep the rather pleased with himself look off his face. He reached over the side of the bed and pulled out something from underneath. He leaned back up and offered the bag to Stephen. Stephen reached to get it and Ryan snatched it out of his reach again.
“Before you get this, you have to promise that you’ll wear it for me now.”
“Wear it?”
“Yup. Now. I promise I will make it worth your while.” Ryan was still holding the bag at arm’s length, out of Stephen’s reach, and he gave him his wickedest smile, the one he knew Stephen could never resist.
“Fine. As it’s your birthday. Give it here.”
Ryan could see Stephen trying to keep the put-upon pout on his face, but interest and curiosity were dancing in his eyes.
He broadened his smile, leaned up to give Stephen a kiss on the lips and handed him the bag.
“Go and change in the bathroom. I’ll be waiting.”
Stephen grabbed the bag, gave him another sceptical look, then flashed him a grin before scrabbling off the bed and into the bathroom. Ryan shifted himself up the bed so that he was propped up against the headboard. He resisted the urge to touch himself even though he was already growing hard at the thought of the sight that would soon greet him. Instead he crossed his hands across his bare stomach and tapped out an impatient rhythm with his fingers.
After what he was quite sure was an eternity, the bathroom door opened a crack.
“Really, Tom?” Stephen’s voice floated through, but he stayed resolutely hidden from view.
“Yes, really. Now get your pretty arse out here,” Ryan replied, impatience edging his voice.
“They’re a very tight fit.”
“That’s the fucking point. Arse, here, now.”
The door opened fully and Stephen stepped out. Ryan’s bravado deserted him instantly and his breath caught in his throat.
“Oh. Um. That’s even more…well…more than I expected.”
Stephen stood in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of leather trousers so tight and well-fitted that they could have been sprayed on. Instead of the usual fastening of zip and buttons, the trousers laced up at the front, with a modesty panel that went behind the crossed-over lacing. Or should have done, but Stephen appeared to have forgotten to pull it across.
As Stephen started to move closer Ryan got a good view of Stephen’s hard cock pointing upwards, pushed against his body, lacing criss-crossing across it, pressing into the flesh. The head poked up over the low waistband of the trousers.
“Fuck,” murmured Ryan sitting upright.
Stephen lowered his head and peered at Ryan through long lashes. He finally reached the bed after what felt like a small lifetime to Ryan, and climbed onto the bed so he was kneeling at the end of it. Ryan swallowed hard and shifted so he was kneeling up too and Stephen shuffled closer. Ryan’s hands itched at his side to reach out and touch, but he held them firm, drinking in the sight in front of him.
“You look good enough to eat.” Ryan’s head moved as his eyes raked over Stephen’s body.
“Go on then.”
Ryan’s head snapped up and he caught the smirk on Stephen’s face. With a barely disguised growl he reached forward and grabbed Stephen by the shoulders. Stephen’s hand came up and gripped his arms as Ryan spun them both, throwing Stephen onto the mattress. Ryan was on top of him in a second, pressing his lips to Stephen’s, kissing him hard and desperate.
He pressed his naked body into Stephen’s, feeling the slighter man squirm underneath him. He released his grip on his shoulders and his hands started wandering over Stephen’s body, stroking, squeezing, thumbs tracing over ribs and muscle contours. His hands finally moved lower and he felt soft leather under his fingertips as Stephen’s hands clutched at his back.
Ryan captured Stephen’s bottom lip in his teeth and tugged gently before moving away from his mouth, kissing his way down his neck. He pressed himself tightly against Stephen’s body, trapping his cock between his stomach and Stephen’s leather-clad hip. His hands finally stopped their frantic exploration of Stephen’s body and he caught the other man's wrists. Stephen moaned as Ryan reached up and pinned his arms above his head. He held them in place with one large hand and moved his other down Stephen’s body. Stephen shifted under him, and raised one leg, allowing Ryan to run a hand under Stephen’s body to grab at his arse. His fingers easily dug into the pliant leather and Stephen moaned into his mouth and canted his hips up against him.
Ryan kept his mouth buried in Stephen’s neck. He rutted urgently and unashamedly against Stephen's body, leaking pre-come easing his cock’s movement over the soft leather. Stephen lay pinned beneath him, moaning and moving, pushing up against Ryan’s body. He strained against Ryan’s hold on his wrists, so Ryan tightened his grip, eliciting another groan from him.
Ryan continued to thrust against Stephen’s hip, pulling the tender flesh of his neck into his mouth, nibbling and sucking. Stephen’s head was thrown back, giving him easy access that he was determined to make the most of.
Stephen’s movements under him became more determined and the noises he was making ever more frustrated. Ryan grinned into his neck and concentrated on his own rapidly-approaching orgasm. He pushed himself even more firmly against Stephen, thrusting against him and with a muttered "fuck" he bit into Stephen's neck and came, his come spreading over the leather as he continued to move against it.
Finally he stilled, panting against Stephen’s skin. The man beneath him pushed up against him and gave a deliciously needy moan.
"Stop whinging. It’s my birthday, it's only fair I get to come first."
"Fucking laces. Couldn’t come if I wanted to," Stephen panted back. "Which I do, by the way."
"Oh, I’m going to make you come, but not until I’m nice and deep inside you."
Stephen moaned again and moved his head, searching for a kiss. Ryan obliged him. He lifted his body up slightly, easing his weight off Stephen, and released his hands. He pushed himself up and sat back on his heels, straddling Stephen’s knees. He looked down at the lithe body stretched below him. Stephen’s arms were still above his head, his eyes were dark, lips swollen and panting. His torso was already flushed with arousal and his trapped cock was hard and leaking, straining against the lacing that criss-crossed it. He still looked good enough to eat. And Ryan decided not to waste any more time,
He scooted back and leant down. He licked slowly up the length of Stephen's cock, teasing the bulges of flesh between the laces. Stephen’s moans became filthier and his hips started to move. Ryan placed a hand on his hip, gripping him and holding him in place. He lifted his head and looked up the length of Stephen’s body, meeting his gaze. He gave him a wicked grin before dipping his head and running his tongue through his own come, still pooled on the leather trousers. Scooping some onto the tip of his tongue he moved his attentions to the head of Stephen’s cock poking out of the low waistline of the trousers. He used his tongue to smear his come over and around Stephen’s cock head, mixing it with his own pre-come. Stephen let out another wanton sound and Ryan barely contained another growl in response. He continued to use his tongue and lips to tease Stephen, circling and lapping at it, pulling what of it he could between his lips and sucking, delving his tongue into the slit. He could feel the leather creasing beneath his fingers where he still gripped Stephen and he moved his other hand up to play across his chest, searching for and squeezing his nipples.
Stephen’s hands curled in his cropped hair and his body gave a violent shove upwards.
"Oh god, please. Can’t come like this, please untie them, fuck please.”
Ryan’s body reacted instantly to Stephen’s pleas. He teased with his tongue for another second before leaning up and using his greater strength to flip Stephen over onto his front. Stephen gave a slight oomph but didn't protest and was already starting to raise himself up when Ryan’s arm hooked under his waist and hauled him into a kneeling position. Ryan plastered himself against Stephen’s back and used his lips and teeth to worry the skin at Stephen’s shoulder while his hands pulled at the laces holding the leather trousers up.
Stephen gave a harsh groan as his cock slipped free of its confines and Ryan feared he had come, and stilled, but then Stephen’s breathing evened out and Ryan continued. He used his legs to nudge Stephen’s closer together so his were either side, and then began to peel the leather from Stephen’s body, but only as far as he needed it to go.
Stephen’s arse revealed to him, Ryan reached over to pick up a tube of lube and felt Stephen shift beneath him. Squeezing some onto his fingers Ryan dropped the tube and used his hands to spread Stephen’s arse cheeks apart. He sucked in a breath.
"Fuck. You’ve already prepared yourself. God, I love you."
Ryan smeared the lube he had on his fingers over the head of his cock before spreading Stephen open again. He nudged himself against Stephen’s entrance and held his breath as he pushed forward. Stephen was tight, especially in this position, and he heard Stephen gasp as the head forced itself through the ring of muscle. Ryan stilled for a moment, then started to thrust gently, pushing deeper inside with each forward moment. His hands moved to Stephen’s hips as he pushed himself in ever deeper and he groaned as Stephen’s gasps changed pitch and became a series of quite filthy moans that had Ryan wondering how long he could manage to last despite his recent orgasm.
He was fully seated in Stephen’s body now, but kept with the short shallow thrusts, attempting to temper his body's reactions.
"For fuck's sake, Tom, stop teasing and please fuck me."
Ryan kept up the steady pace he had set, gritting his teeth as he did so.
"Say it again," he said, trying to keep his voice even.
"What?"
"Say ‘please’ again."
"Fuck you."
"No, you've got that the wrong way round."
To emphasise his point Ryan pulled out further than before and slammed back into Stephen’s body, adjusting the angle to hit the other man's prostate. Stephen yelped below him and arched his back.
"Bastard. All right. God. Please. Please fuck me. I need to come, Tom."
Wishing himself a silent happy birthday, Ryan reached a hand around Stephen’s body again and took hold of his cock, eliciting a wanton moan from him. He started thrusting hard and deep, pulling on Stephen at the same time. Stephen’s noises became more desperate and then his whole body tensed in Ryan’s grasp as his orgasm flowed through him and over Ryan’s hand.
Ryan moved both of his hands back to Stephen’s hips as Stephen collapsed forwards on his arms. Ryan took a moment to drink in his view: Stephen, face turned sideways, resting on the bed, eyes shut, blissed-out expression and lax mouth, hair curling with sweat around his hair line, naked, sweat-covered back arching up to his perfect arse, and just below that, the supple leather pinning Stephen’s legs together as Ryan watched his cock push in and pull out of Stephen’s rapidly reddening hole.
"Oh fuck."
That was all it took and Ryan was coming again, pushing deep inside Stephen’s willing and pliant body.
He stilled and held tightly onto Stephen while he got his breath back, luxuriating in the feeling of Stephen around him even as he softened. After a couple of moments he pulled back and they both groaned at the loss of sensation. Stephen allowed his body to fall all the way onto the bed and Ryan collapsed next to him. Ryan rolled his eyes at himself, feeling another stirring in his stomach at the sight of Stephen stretched out, trousers still sitting just under his arse. He suddenly realised Stephen was talking.
"When we started fucking...what you said...was that heat of the moment or did you mean it?"
Ryan had the feeling this was one of those moments that he should tear his eyes away from Stephen’s naked arse but wasn't quite able to. He did go a little out of focus though and his chest tightened unexpectedly. "I meant it."
"Right. I see."
There was a pause that Ryan felt the need to fill. "So, is there anything you want to say to me?"
"Um...happy birthday?"
Ryan’s head did snap up to this, finding Stephen’s face while trying to keep the shock from his. Then he caught Stephen’s grin and saw what he was looking for in Stephen's eyes.
"Bastard," he said and set about kissing the grin away.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 2,384
Rating, Warnings: 18. Abuse of innocent leather. Stephen does manage to remain sober however.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: A little pressie for
lukadreaming for all the awesome beta-ing she does for me, from her prompt "tight fit".AN2: Thanks to
lukadreaming for beta duty. Yes, I am actually mean enbough to make her beta her own gift. I'm evil, me.Ryan woke slowly as the warm body next to him moved. He lifted his arm and Stephen tucked himself in close, planting lazy kisses on Ryan’s chest.
“ ‘d morning. Happy birthday.”
“Thank you.” Ryan wrapped his arm around Stephen’s back and placed a kiss on his head. “Explain again how you managed to get Lester to give us both the day off?”
“I didn’t. It turns out that Connor can be very convincing when he wants to be and now I owe him a very big favour.”
Ryan huffed out a laugh and ran his fingers up and down Stephen’s shoulder.
“So what do you want to do with your day?” Stephen continued.
“I thought we could stay in bed.”
“Oh, really? And do what exactly?”
“Actually, I’ve bought you a little present…”
“Shouldn’t it be me that says that?” Stephen lifted his head and gave Ryan a quizzical look which Ryan returned with a broad grin. Stephen rolled his eyes and shifted to prop himself up on one elbow to look down on Ryan. “What you really mean is you have a present for me that actually benefits you, don’t you?”
“Yup!” Ryan knew he was failing to keep the rather pleased with himself look off his face. He reached over the side of the bed and pulled out something from underneath. He leaned back up and offered the bag to Stephen. Stephen reached to get it and Ryan snatched it out of his reach again.
“Before you get this, you have to promise that you’ll wear it for me now.”
“Wear it?”
“Yup. Now. I promise I will make it worth your while.” Ryan was still holding the bag at arm’s length, out of Stephen’s reach, and he gave him his wickedest smile, the one he knew Stephen could never resist.
“Fine. As it’s your birthday. Give it here.”
Ryan could see Stephen trying to keep the put-upon pout on his face, but interest and curiosity were dancing in his eyes.
He broadened his smile, leaned up to give Stephen a kiss on the lips and handed him the bag.
“Go and change in the bathroom. I’ll be waiting.”
Stephen grabbed the bag, gave him another sceptical look, then flashed him a grin before scrabbling off the bed and into the bathroom. Ryan shifted himself up the bed so that he was propped up against the headboard. He resisted the urge to touch himself even though he was already growing hard at the thought of the sight that would soon greet him. Instead he crossed his hands across his bare stomach and tapped out an impatient rhythm with his fingers.
After what he was quite sure was an eternity, the bathroom door opened a crack.
“Really, Tom?” Stephen’s voice floated through, but he stayed resolutely hidden from view.
“Yes, really. Now get your pretty arse out here,” Ryan replied, impatience edging his voice.
“They’re a very tight fit.”
“That’s the fucking point. Arse, here, now.”
The door opened fully and Stephen stepped out. Ryan’s bravado deserted him instantly and his breath caught in his throat.
“Oh. Um. That’s even more…well…more than I expected.”
Stephen stood in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of leather trousers so tight and well-fitted that they could have been sprayed on. Instead of the usual fastening of zip and buttons, the trousers laced up at the front, with a modesty panel that went behind the crossed-over lacing. Or should have done, but Stephen appeared to have forgotten to pull it across.
As Stephen started to move closer Ryan got a good view of Stephen’s hard cock pointing upwards, pushed against his body, lacing criss-crossing across it, pressing into the flesh. The head poked up over the low waistband of the trousers.
“Fuck,” murmured Ryan sitting upright.
Stephen lowered his head and peered at Ryan through long lashes. He finally reached the bed after what felt like a small lifetime to Ryan, and climbed onto the bed so he was kneeling at the end of it. Ryan swallowed hard and shifted so he was kneeling up too and Stephen shuffled closer. Ryan’s hands itched at his side to reach out and touch, but he held them firm, drinking in the sight in front of him.
“You look good enough to eat.” Ryan’s head moved as his eyes raked over Stephen’s body.
“Go on then.”
Ryan’s head snapped up and he caught the smirk on Stephen’s face. With a barely disguised growl he reached forward and grabbed Stephen by the shoulders. Stephen’s hand came up and gripped his arms as Ryan spun them both, throwing Stephen onto the mattress. Ryan was on top of him in a second, pressing his lips to Stephen’s, kissing him hard and desperate.
He pressed his naked body into Stephen’s, feeling the slighter man squirm underneath him. He released his grip on his shoulders and his hands started wandering over Stephen’s body, stroking, squeezing, thumbs tracing over ribs and muscle contours. His hands finally moved lower and he felt soft leather under his fingertips as Stephen’s hands clutched at his back.
Ryan captured Stephen’s bottom lip in his teeth and tugged gently before moving away from his mouth, kissing his way down his neck. He pressed himself tightly against Stephen’s body, trapping his cock between his stomach and Stephen’s leather-clad hip. His hands finally stopped their frantic exploration of Stephen’s body and he caught the other man's wrists. Stephen moaned as Ryan reached up and pinned his arms above his head. He held them in place with one large hand and moved his other down Stephen’s body. Stephen shifted under him, and raised one leg, allowing Ryan to run a hand under Stephen’s body to grab at his arse. His fingers easily dug into the pliant leather and Stephen moaned into his mouth and canted his hips up against him.
Ryan kept his mouth buried in Stephen’s neck. He rutted urgently and unashamedly against Stephen's body, leaking pre-come easing his cock’s movement over the soft leather. Stephen lay pinned beneath him, moaning and moving, pushing up against Ryan’s body. He strained against Ryan’s hold on his wrists, so Ryan tightened his grip, eliciting another groan from him.
Ryan continued to thrust against Stephen’s hip, pulling the tender flesh of his neck into his mouth, nibbling and sucking. Stephen’s head was thrown back, giving him easy access that he was determined to make the most of.
Stephen’s movements under him became more determined and the noises he was making ever more frustrated. Ryan grinned into his neck and concentrated on his own rapidly-approaching orgasm. He pushed himself even more firmly against Stephen, thrusting against him and with a muttered "fuck" he bit into Stephen's neck and came, his come spreading over the leather as he continued to move against it.
Finally he stilled, panting against Stephen’s skin. The man beneath him pushed up against him and gave a deliciously needy moan.
"Stop whinging. It’s my birthday, it's only fair I get to come first."
"Fucking laces. Couldn’t come if I wanted to," Stephen panted back. "Which I do, by the way."
"Oh, I’m going to make you come, but not until I’m nice and deep inside you."
Stephen moaned again and moved his head, searching for a kiss. Ryan obliged him. He lifted his body up slightly, easing his weight off Stephen, and released his hands. He pushed himself up and sat back on his heels, straddling Stephen’s knees. He looked down at the lithe body stretched below him. Stephen’s arms were still above his head, his eyes were dark, lips swollen and panting. His torso was already flushed with arousal and his trapped cock was hard and leaking, straining against the lacing that criss-crossed it. He still looked good enough to eat. And Ryan decided not to waste any more time,
He scooted back and leant down. He licked slowly up the length of Stephen's cock, teasing the bulges of flesh between the laces. Stephen’s moans became filthier and his hips started to move. Ryan placed a hand on his hip, gripping him and holding him in place. He lifted his head and looked up the length of Stephen’s body, meeting his gaze. He gave him a wicked grin before dipping his head and running his tongue through his own come, still pooled on the leather trousers. Scooping some onto the tip of his tongue he moved his attentions to the head of Stephen’s cock poking out of the low waistline of the trousers. He used his tongue to smear his come over and around Stephen’s cock head, mixing it with his own pre-come. Stephen let out another wanton sound and Ryan barely contained another growl in response. He continued to use his tongue and lips to tease Stephen, circling and lapping at it, pulling what of it he could between his lips and sucking, delving his tongue into the slit. He could feel the leather creasing beneath his fingers where he still gripped Stephen and he moved his other hand up to play across his chest, searching for and squeezing his nipples.
Stephen’s hands curled in his cropped hair and his body gave a violent shove upwards.
"Oh god, please. Can’t come like this, please untie them, fuck please.”
Ryan’s body reacted instantly to Stephen’s pleas. He teased with his tongue for another second before leaning up and using his greater strength to flip Stephen over onto his front. Stephen gave a slight oomph but didn't protest and was already starting to raise himself up when Ryan’s arm hooked under his waist and hauled him into a kneeling position. Ryan plastered himself against Stephen’s back and used his lips and teeth to worry the skin at Stephen’s shoulder while his hands pulled at the laces holding the leather trousers up.
Stephen gave a harsh groan as his cock slipped free of its confines and Ryan feared he had come, and stilled, but then Stephen’s breathing evened out and Ryan continued. He used his legs to nudge Stephen’s closer together so his were either side, and then began to peel the leather from Stephen’s body, but only as far as he needed it to go.
Stephen’s arse revealed to him, Ryan reached over to pick up a tube of lube and felt Stephen shift beneath him. Squeezing some onto his fingers Ryan dropped the tube and used his hands to spread Stephen’s arse cheeks apart. He sucked in a breath.
"Fuck. You’ve already prepared yourself. God, I love you."
Ryan smeared the lube he had on his fingers over the head of his cock before spreading Stephen open again. He nudged himself against Stephen’s entrance and held his breath as he pushed forward. Stephen was tight, especially in this position, and he heard Stephen gasp as the head forced itself through the ring of muscle. Ryan stilled for a moment, then started to thrust gently, pushing deeper inside with each forward moment. His hands moved to Stephen’s hips as he pushed himself in ever deeper and he groaned as Stephen’s gasps changed pitch and became a series of quite filthy moans that had Ryan wondering how long he could manage to last despite his recent orgasm.
He was fully seated in Stephen’s body now, but kept with the short shallow thrusts, attempting to temper his body's reactions.
"For fuck's sake, Tom, stop teasing and please fuck me."
Ryan kept up the steady pace he had set, gritting his teeth as he did so.
"Say it again," he said, trying to keep his voice even.
"What?"
"Say ‘please’ again."
"Fuck you."
"No, you've got that the wrong way round."
To emphasise his point Ryan pulled out further than before and slammed back into Stephen’s body, adjusting the angle to hit the other man's prostate. Stephen yelped below him and arched his back.
"Bastard. All right. God. Please. Please fuck me. I need to come, Tom."
Wishing himself a silent happy birthday, Ryan reached a hand around Stephen’s body again and took hold of his cock, eliciting a wanton moan from him. He started thrusting hard and deep, pulling on Stephen at the same time. Stephen’s noises became more desperate and then his whole body tensed in Ryan’s grasp as his orgasm flowed through him and over Ryan’s hand.
Ryan moved both of his hands back to Stephen’s hips as Stephen collapsed forwards on his arms. Ryan took a moment to drink in his view: Stephen, face turned sideways, resting on the bed, eyes shut, blissed-out expression and lax mouth, hair curling with sweat around his hair line, naked, sweat-covered back arching up to his perfect arse, and just below that, the supple leather pinning Stephen’s legs together as Ryan watched his cock push in and pull out of Stephen’s rapidly reddening hole.
"Oh fuck."
That was all it took and Ryan was coming again, pushing deep inside Stephen’s willing and pliant body.
He stilled and held tightly onto Stephen while he got his breath back, luxuriating in the feeling of Stephen around him even as he softened. After a couple of moments he pulled back and they both groaned at the loss of sensation. Stephen allowed his body to fall all the way onto the bed and Ryan collapsed next to him. Ryan rolled his eyes at himself, feeling another stirring in his stomach at the sight of Stephen stretched out, trousers still sitting just under his arse. He suddenly realised Stephen was talking.
"When we started fucking...what you said...was that heat of the moment or did you mean it?"
Ryan had the feeling this was one of those moments that he should tear his eyes away from Stephen’s naked arse but wasn't quite able to. He did go a little out of focus though and his chest tightened unexpectedly. "I meant it."
"Right. I see."
There was a pause that Ryan felt the need to fill. "So, is there anything you want to say to me?"
"Um...happy birthday?"
Ryan’s head did snap up to this, finding Stephen’s face while trying to keep the shock from his. Then he caught Stephen’s grin and saw what he was looking for in Stephen's eyes.
"Bastard," he said and set about kissing the grin away.
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