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🎲TROPE ROULETTE🎲

Trope: There Was Only One Bed

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S2 | Bobby/Noah | NSFW | 4800+ words | i-boop-you

Trapped in an escape room in Chelsea's Mystery Manor, Bobby and Noah spend the night together until a locksmith can come out in the morning. The only snag? There's only one bed. NSFW.

“It’s locked, Wilma.”

“But is it locked-locked, Terrance?”

“If it’s locked, it’s locked, there’s no getting more locked, or less locked - wait, no, I take that last bit back.”

Bobby rolls his eyes, making up for the many times so far Noah has rolled his eyes while they’ve been trapped in the escape room Chelsea had set up. Had it been an hour they’d now been trapped? Two? Five? Half a day? No, it had been roughly an hour.

All they’d been doing was bickering about the clues. Bobby wanted to play with everything, from the treasure chest, the phone, the bottle of lube, and Noah just needed a little quiet to figure out what Chelsea was thinking when she put lube in an escape room.

“I’m phoning Chelsea back,” Bobby said, leaning so far out of the bed that Noah thought he might fall out of it. The ruffles under the maid’s skirt rose up, exposing another few inches of his muscled thighs. Noah looked away, pretending he hadn’t noticed.

Bobby stretched over to the cable house phone and picked up the receiver. Just a second later, he was chatting away into it. “Hey, Chels! Oh, wait, I mean Abigail, sorry! Yeah, still no luck, so fancy giving us another clue? Oh, oh … oh okay, right. Well. I see.”

Noah looked up from the pile of bits and bobs of clues he’d accumulated. There was a frown across Bobby’s face, his brows were hinched, pointing down to his nose, almost like they were directing Noah to the crowd of freckles that littered over Bobby’s face, telling him it was fine that he’d counted how many there were. One hundred. Bobby had one hundred freckles on his face.

Blushing, Noah looked away, trying to direct thoughts of Bobby’s freckles out of his head again.

Almost as the thought to stop thinking about it came into his head, he wondered how many more freckles Bobby had over the rest of his body? From his neck and shoulders, down his arms and chest … they always disappeared into his shorts, the trail emerging down Bobby’s thighs. Noah would never get an exact number, so he always told himself not to bother. It’s not like he ever did this with anyone else.

He didn’t know how many hairs Gary had on his chest, how many tattoos Lottie covered herself in, the exact locations of all Priya’s beauty spots, so why did Bobby’s freckles fascinate him so much?

Noah shoved Bobby out his mind for good, or at least, once again, he tried to.

With a heavy, hearty sigh, Bobby put down the phone. He draped himself half off the bed, his dreads nearly sweeping the floor by Noah’s pile of junk.

Up-side down like that, Noah noticed some hidden freckles on the underside of Bobby’s chin.

“What’s the big sigh for, Wilma? Did Abigail have anything useful to offer?” Noah asked.

Bobby pulled a face, and it took Noah half a second for it to register that he was trying to smile weakly.

“Abigail says that most everyone is heading off to bed now,” Bobby said, sounding pretty dejected about it. “They’re going to pick up the murder stuff again in the morning.”

Noah raised a brow. “Is Chelsea just going to leave us here all night?”

“She tried calling a locksmith, but none can come out until the morning. Gary says he could probably take the door off its hinges, but that’s a last resort type of thing.”

Nodding, Noah said, “Yeah, pretty drastic when we can just chill out for a night.”

Bobby pulled a face.

“What’s up?” Noah asked. “You said earlier you’re not claustrophobic. We can manage a night, right?”

Bobby shrugged. “It’s not that.”

“What?”

Glancing at Noah, Bobby looked like he was sizing him up. It took a moment, while Bobby adjusted himself on the bed to sit up a little more seriously. He said, “You can keep quiet, right?”

Noah nodded.

With a sigh, Bobby went into it. “I was meant to meet up with Yvie.”

“Yvie?” Noah repeated. His stomach tightened like someone was inside him actively squeezing his organs until he was uncomfortable.

A nodding Bobby wore the most forlorn look. “Yeah, we already … We were talking about her breaking up with Kassam last month, and sort of hooked up earlier, and made plans for me to sneak off into her bedroom tonight, but well, looks like that won’t be happening. Sorry, I know you two sort of had a thing for a little bit after the show ended…”

“It was a little thing, nothing serious,” Noah said, ignoring all the screaming he was doing inside. He definitely had no intention of mentioning the condoms he’d brought in the off chance of Yvie sneaking into his room during the night, either. “And it’s over completely now … apparently.”

Bobby clearly didn’t pick up on Noah’s tone. He rolled right off the bed and somehow ended up still on his feet. It gave Noah an excellent view of Bobby’s ass, the fabric of his underwear stretching over his pert behind.

Imagines of being back in the Villa and Bobby wearing gold booty shorts flashed in Noah’s head, remembering how much he’d ignored the tingling sensation in his groin when Bobby first revealed the slutty little outfit by doing a silly dance for the lads. It had meant to be funny, and though Noah had laughed, his cheeks were red for a different reason.

With Noah’s mind filled with thoughts of Bobby wearing hardly anything, leaving so little to the imagination, that was when Bobby decided to strip.

He wasn’t doing it in any sort of explicitly sexual way, but Noah still sucked in a breath.

“Looks like we’re spending the night here, so may as well get comfortable,” Bobby said, the ruffled skirt piling around at his feet. That was when Noah noticed the garter high around Bobby’s freckled thigh.

His mouth went dry at once.

“It’s rude to stare, Terrance,” Bobby teased, a flirty giggle in his voice. He not only noticed Noah’s reaction, but clearly enjoyed it.

When his laugh died off, it left the room feeling so much quieter, highlighting to Noah just how alone they really were, and how much they would be for hours.

Bobby kept the garter on for as long as possible, leaving it until it was one of the only two things he was wearing; that and his underwear.

Noah was breathing deeper, straining against the front of his trousers. He’d always had a sort of attraction to Bobby, but never to the point that he’d do anything about it. Why complicate things?

Still, as more time passed, the harder it was to ignore Bobby, to ignore all these feelings.

Bobby sat down on the edge of the bed, as close as he could get to Noah.

“Terrance, darling,” he said, his foot gliding up Noah’s thigh, his leg stretched out to showcase how toned and smooth he was. “Bobby slipped a finger down the inside of his own thigh, hooking it under the black fabric of the garter. “You wouldn’t take this off for me, would you?”

Noah’s cock was rock hard now. He glanced down at his lap quickly, confirming what he already knew as he saw the huge bulge at the front of his shorts. Bobby’s eyes trailed down too, but his smirk never left his face.

The fucker is doing this on purpose, Noah realised. A grin of his own cocked up into the corner of his mouth.

“I’d be happy to oblige,” Noah said, hooking his hand around Bobby’s calf for security. He turned fully to Bobby, and got onto his knees to crawl upwards toward him, his eyes on Bobby’s and Bobby’s alone.

The smirk on the other man's face changed from teasing to something a little more thirsty.

One hand under Bobby’s knee, Noah raised his other, gliding it up the inside of Bobby’s leg, using the backs of his fingers to leave a gentle trail, sending tingles shooting up alongside his touch. The bulge straining at the front of Bobby’s boxer’s only tightened up against the dark fabric, that strain growing thick down the leg of Bobby’s shorts.

Bobby’s hands were both on the bed now, his knuckles near white as he held onto the mattress’ edge.

Fingers running over the lacy garter, Noah stretched them upwards, using the spacings of the other man’ freckles as guidance, following the dark brown spots like a map, his fingers itching their way upwards, edging … just under the fabric of Bobby’s underwear. Noah put pressure down as his fingers disappeared up higher.

It was subtle, but Bobby’s legs inched open even wider.

Bobby’s smirk had long since dropped, changing into a look of concentration, a small hiss escaping through his lips as he sucked in. Still though, neither he nor Noah looked away from one another.

“Fuck,” Bobby said, breaking into a huge smile. He laughed, the humour beating back the rising tension in the room. “Noah, when you want to play, you really fucking going for it, don’t you?”

Noah smiled back, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, in the breath of a single chuckle. He slid his fingers out of Bobby’s underwear, willing his hard on to go down. “I’m really hard to beat in a game of chicken.”

“I’ll say.”

Noah looked away, and without much fanfare, he slipped the garter down Bobby’s thigh with both hands, trying to ignore how much he wanted to swap his fingers for his lips and to make his way back up, willing Bobby to open his legs even widen for him. He thought about what it would feel like to have that bulge that snaked down Bobby’s leg at the back of his throat, just how far back he could get it before he choked.

Thoughts like that were no good for Noah’s stiff cock. He needed to get rid of his erection, and fast. He was already on his feet ready to strip off to match Bobby.

He had his back to him the entire time, trying to block Bobby from his mind until he was no longer embarrassingly hard over him. In that game of chicken, Bobby may have said that Noah won, but he was stuck feeling like the only thing he had done was lose.

“So,” Bobby said, calling Noah’s attention back once more. “There’s only one bed…”

Noah looked at the lone bed. “There’s only one bed,” he repeated.

They locked eyes.

“Not the first time we shared,” Bobby said. “Though, no cameras this time.”

“Luckily,” Noah muttered, his mind now back to those days back in the Villa, when the girls had snuck off to Casa Amor, leaving them behind with new girls who didn’t match up. Rather than share a bed with any of the strangers, Bobby and Noah had opted to head outside and share one of the daybeds.

Before Noah turned back around, he heard Bobby making his way under the duvet. Clad in only his underwear now, Noah took the opportunity to make his way around the bed to the other side while Bobby was distracted, keeping his arm placed purposefully to conceal his now-semi. He climbed in next to Bobby.

It was a little chilly, all the way up in an attic room, no heating installed. Noah was already regretting pulling off his costume down to his underwear, and he was someone who ran hot, too.

Next to him, Bobby was radiating heat, making being under the duvet feel like the most comfortable thing in the world.

Bobby rolled onto his back, his hands resting underneath his head. Staring up at the ceiling, a look of great contemplation on his face, he sighed.

“Everything okay?” Noah asked, and before Bobby could answer, he added, “Sorry I’m not the bed buddy you expected.”

Bobby rolled his eyes Noah’s way, a sly look on his face. “You’re no, Yvie, no, but I’m still not complaining … actually, no I am. Yvie would already be in my arms one way or another by now, but you’ve left enough space for at least another person between us.”

Noah chuckled. “Yeah … I didn’t want to be weird or anything.”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m just kidding. This is reminding me of Casa Amor, though, sharing a bed with you when the girls were away. God, I was so gutted when Yvie came back with Kassam, even if he did end up being sound.”

Noah said nothing, remembering that time, too, and the hot jealousy that rose in him back then. It was quickly making a reappearance now.

“Looking back, the best part about Casa Amor was probably spending my nights with you, now that I think about it,” Bobby said.

“Are you flirting with me, McKenzie?”

They both chuckled. Then, when the laughter was still hanging in the air, Bobby added, “Maybe I am.”

Noah’s cock twitched, so forcibly his leg twitched. He shuffled to play it off as intentional, and accidentally closed more space between them in the bed.

“So, have your tastes changed since the last time we shared a bed? Big spoon or little spoon?” Noah asked, trying to lessen how awkward he felt, hoping that by keeping the conversation going he wouldn’t have to think, wouldn’t have to keep pretending that even the thought alone of sharing a bed with Bobby now was turning him on more than anything.

“Still prefer being the little spoon,” he replies. “And unlike before, I’m cold enough now that I actually wouldn’t mind any sort of spooning tonight. Hint, hint, and all that.”

Bobby started laughing again, and Noah couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He bit his bottom lip, letting himself think about it for a moment, and then he shuffled up, closing that small gap left between them.

“Aw, damn, you took the bait,” Bobby said, already turning on his side again. He made himself comfortable, pressing his back right up against Noah’s chest.

Embarrassment immediately overtook Noah. He still wrapped his arms around Bobby, but in the most joking way he could, he said, “Ah, enough out of you. It’s bedtime.”

“Yes, sir.”

Noah’s cock twitched again. His lower half wasn’t pressed up against Bobby, thank God, but Bobby must have felt something because his back arched and next thing Noah knew, his semi fell into the slit of Bobby’s ass. Bobby rolled his hips back and Noah’s cock grinded right up against him, going from semi to fully erect in the span of a single moan.

There was a hitch in Bobby’s breathing; subtle, but sharp. It drove Noah crazy.

His heart was drumming in his chest; his palms were sweaty; his cock was so hard Bobby would have felt it if Noah was back over the other side of the bed.

Bobby didn’t just feel good, he smelt amazing. Noah was as close as he could get, breathing in the scent of Bobby, his nose at the nape of Bobby’s neck. Noah shut his eyes to take it all in; all the warmth and the air of him, the feel of Bobby wrapped neatly in his arms, feeling him all over.

He never knew how much he needed it.

Slowly … ever so gently … Noah’s bottom lip brushed across Bobby’s skin. It sent a shiver down Bobby’s spine that ended in the baker rubbing his ass against Noah some more. Noah wanted to do that again.

He set his lips on Bobby’s skin in a move that could scarcely be called a kiss, but a kiss it was. Bobby stiffened, even his breathing was on hold. Noah felt like going almost as rigid, but now that he had begun, however chastely, he didn’t want it to end.

Breathing out over Bobby’s neck, Noah slowly made his way across Bobby’s shoulder. Bobby opened for him, giving Noah silent permission to not stop, telling him without words that he wanted this too.

While Noah kissed along Bobby, reaching over him to kiss at Bobby’s collarbone, and pinch with his teeth at Bobby’s neck, Bobby reached behind, taking Noah’s underwear in his hands. He bundled it into his fist before smoothing his hand back out again, his fingers brushing over Noah’s hard cock.

Noah couldn’t resist, and thrust into Bobby’s hand. He’d had a taste and the feast was waiting.

To Noah’s surprise, Bobby spun his head back to face him, his eyes heavy and husky as they fell on Noah. His lips crashed onto Noah’s and they fell into a kiss that was anything but chaste and gentle.

Bobby pushed, turning his whole self into Noah. He thrust Noah back, pinning him to the bed. Bobby straddled over him, rubbing their cocks together over their shorts. His kiss was deep, and getting deeper. When he felt Bobby pressing for his tongue to enter, he let him in open and eagerly.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of Bobby; he slid them down his muscular arms, felt up his chest and toned stomach; slithering further down, Noah’s fingers snaked under the rim of the other man's boxers, reaching behind him. He took Bobby’s ass in his hands and squeezed, his fingers trailing hot against Bobby’s plump ass.

Bobby groaned, having clearly liked that. He pressed harder into Noah, his back arching that touch more, allowing - no, asking - no, pleading - with Noah for more.

As Noah kissed down Bobby’s neck again, getting lost in the warmth of his nape, Bobby ran his fingers through Noah’s hair, taking it in clumps, pulling at it gently, guiding his lips to the sweetest spots.

While Noah kissed him, he pulled Bobby’s boxers down, fully exposing his ass. He kicked the duvet down the bed, allowing them more freedom. Breathing hard, Bobby took initiative to rid himself of his underwear completely, too. Noah quickly followed suit, leaving the two men bare to each other.

Before Bobby could pounce on him again, Noah took hold of Bobby’s arms and, in the most commanding fashion, guided Bobby to lay flat on his front across the bed. In a flash, Noah had leant over the bed and fished the unopened bottle of lube off the ground.

He was breathing so hard he was practically huffing out, his cock non-stop twitching, showing how desperately he wanted this.

Bobby was gripping both the pillows in his hands, and had one corner in his mouth already. His back was arched again, thrusting his ass in the air.

Noah positioned himself above Bobby. He was so hot for Bobby he couldn’t stop touching the other man; stroking and palming across his rear constantly, his thumb brushing over the point of entrance. Bobby shivered at each touch.

“Have you done this before?” Noah asked, voice huskier than he expected.

Bobby nodded. “Yeah, fucking give it to me, Noah. Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

Grinding his teeth, his eyes set on the back of Bobby, Noah drizzled the lube down Bobby’s ass, letting it pool by his thumb. He rubbed it in with a moan, but it was nothing compared to Bobby’s; low and gruff, Bobby gently pushed back into Noah’s touch.

Noah slathered up a finger and then pressed his tip to Bobby’s asshole. It took just a soft push and he was in; tight and warm and wet, it felt amazing. Bobby hissed, burying his head into the pillow.

“You like it when I touch you like that?” Noah asked. His other hand groped at Bobby’s ass cheek, feeling him as much as possible.

“Fuck … yes,” Bobby moaned, working his ass against Noah’s fingers.

Noah slapped Bobby’s ass. Bobby yelped, but didn’t stop. And Noah did it again, immediately digging his fingers back into the flesh of Bobby’s ass.

It was getting too much for Noah. He needed to fuck Bobby now. He needed it desperately.

He pulled his finger out, eliciting a whine from Bobby. Noah took hold of Bobby’s arms, twisting them behind him. He pinned them down behind Bobby’s back, using one hand to hold him down.

Bobby opened his legs wide, his ass up, allowing Noah full control.

Cock hard in hand, Noah slickened it with the lube. Bobby was nearly trembling in anticipation as he waited for Noah, the muscles in his thighs tight.

At first Noah ran his cock up between Bobby’s cheeks, taking a moment to tease an eager Bobby. With his tip settled against Bobby’s asshole, Noah told him, “Beg.”

Bobby hissed, pushing back against Noah, but Noah held his position, not allowing himself the satisfaction of entering yet. Biting his bottom lip hard, Bobby shut his eyes, nuzzling his head into the pillows. “Fuck me, Noah,” he sighed. “Please.”

“Good,” Noah said, “but you can do better.”

Bobby groaned. “Noah, please. I need you to fuck me. Fucking please.” He rubbed his face in against the bed, letting out a whimper. He tried to push back into Noah’s cock, but Noah held them both steady.

“Better.” He slapped Bobby across the ass one more time. “That’s a good lad.”

A whimper fell from Bobby’s lips at the praise. He was still trying to edge back hard, but Noah kept him well pinned down. Bobby fussed louder.

“Fuck … you’re so hot when you want it,” Noah said.

“Noah, fuck me already.”

Noah gave another slap on the ass, so much harder than before. Bobby yelped. “Don’t get bossy,” he told him.

Bobby bit the corner of his pillow again. He had to concentrate on stopping his thighs from twitching.

Noah reached around in front of Bobby to stroke his cock. Already, precum spilled out of the tip.

“Good boy,” he whispered, giving Bobby another gentle kiss along his skin, noticing all the freckles that patterned down his spine. Noah trailed soft kisses down Bobby’s back, eyes falling all down his warm skin as he went, ready to add these freckles to his count when the time came.

Bobby’s cock flinched in his hand.

Having had enough with the teasing, Noah gripped his own dick again, positioning himself at the point of Bobby’s entrance again. Bobby was trembling, panting even before the point of penetration, so Noah adorned him with a dozen kisses from behind, finally pushing his tip into Bobby’s hole.

He broke through the tension and it felt amazing; so good that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Bobby made a noise Noah had never heard before, clearly too overcome with the feeling of being filled to care, or even think, about anything else, about anything at all.

Bobby was so unbelievably tight, Noah honestly didn’t think he’d felt anything tighter. He inched in deeper to the welcoming warmth with a long, breathy moan, so hot it was almost burning, but still the best thing he’d ever felt.

The deeper Noah’s cock sank into Bobby’s ass, the more Bobby’s head slowly rolled back, so Noah could see his eyes fluttering, staring up at the ceiling, but not seeing anything this time.

Noah grunted. “Fuck, Bobby.”

Noah was in as much as he could get, Bobby had taken his entire length in one push. It looked like it was driving Bobby insane with how good it felt, but he’d done it.

He was gripping Bobby too tight he realised, making Bobby’s skin glow around where he was digging into his arms. Noah loosened his grip, adjusting himself up. He then let Bobby go completely, running his hands up Bobby’s sides to his hips. He took hold, gripping him again now he had him back where he wanted him.

“Noah,” Bobby groaned, voice weak. It took a moment for Bobby to regain use of his arms, but he did, steadying himself with his arms bared on the bed in front of him, ready for the fucking of his life.

Noah palmed Bobby’s cheeks in hand as Bobby prepared, slowly inching as he rolled his hips; he couldn’t get enough of the sensation, of the feeling of Bobby engulfing him wholly.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

Bobby moaned a yes, ass perked up and ready.

Noah started slowly, inching out with a breathy sigh. He saw the way Bobby’s jaw hung open, so overcome that only silence would do.

Noah couldn’t get enough, he was hypnotised watching Bobby’s face. He was turned to the side as much as he could, trying to watch himself being fucked by Noah out of the corner of his eye. Noah rode all the way back in fully, not stopping until his hips were slamming into Bobby’s ass.

Bobby murmured out a, “Fuck yeah.” His teeth were gritted, jaw clenched, hands bundled into fists as he took in Noah, slam after slam after slam back into his ass.

One hand snaked down the bed, fingers tickling up his thigh until they wrapped around his hard cock, already dripping with so much precum. He rubbed it in with the small drop of lube that lingered from when Noah’s hand had been wrapped around him. As Noah picked up speed behind him, fucking Bobby so hard that it was taking Bobby a lot of effort not to be fucked into the bed, Bobby pumped his hand over his cock, adding the sweet sensation to the feel of Noah taking up every inch of Bobby’s insides.

A panting Noah gasped out, “You’re so fucking tight.”

Bobby buried his face again, his mouth hanging open as wide as he felt his back end was. He kept himself angled for every single inch he could get. Already he was sweating and it only just felt like they were beginning.

“Say my name,” Noah ordered, another slap to Bobby’s ass.

Bobby grunted, biting his bottom lip. “Noah.” He moaned, sighed, panted, pleaded. It was needy, and greedy, just wild for more.

Normally Bobby wasn’t too vocal during sex, trying to contain himself, but Noah was too much, too big, taking up too much of him for Bobby to even think about keeping quiet. It was a good thing the bedrooms were so far away, or else they’d no doubt have everyone running to check in on them. The last thing Bobby wanted now was company, anything to interrupt how good it felt being fucked by Noah.

Noah held him steadily, keeping him opened and positioned. He was no longer going slow, having built up a steady pace, his head flung back in ecstasy.

Bobby pumped hard at his cock as Noah’s rubbed back and forth over his g-spot, each hard stroke making Bobby twitch his back into an even sharper angle, hungrily and desperately backing up for more.

He didn’t want it to end, it was too good, too perfect; he never wanted the feeling to end, the feeling of being full, being whole.

Noah’s fingers are dug in so tight in his hips, but it just made it feel better, his grip so hard, Bobby nearly didn’t need to steady himself against Noah’s thrusts at all. Bobby was so close, so nearly there, his eyes fluttering again. He couldn’t shut up, couldn’t keep quiet.

As Noah panted away behind him, making an ungodly noise, his pace increasing, Bobby could feel himself nearing climax, his cock pulsing deep inside.

And Bobby arched -

Pushing right back -

Noah kept pumping into his ass -

And -

His vision lost focus a moment before all his other senses went, caving in to the intensity of his climax. He went rigid, as did Noah behind him, as Bobby pumped cum out into his hand, onto the mattress, a panting Noah collapsing over him in completion. Bobby’s legs trembled from the weight of Noah and the shudder of intensity from his own finish. His legs couldn’t hold them anymore and he let himself fall down on the bed completely.

Noah was so spent, he didn’t move from Bobby besides pulling his dick from Bobby’s ass, leaving a wet trail between them both.

It wasn’t long until they were both fast asleep, not rising again until morning. The uncovered skylight was hitting them directly with the rays of the morning sun.

Groggy and a little disorientated, they both woke together, rising with the sun.

Rolling onto his back, but keeping himself in Noah’s arms, Bobby muttered out a dry, “Fuck.”

Noah nuzzled into him. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine, I just spent the night with a right pain in the ass…”

“Oh, hardy-ha…”

A chuckling Bobby stretched, his laugh dragging into a groan as he pulled his body taught. Noah just watched him stretch, his eyes all over Bobby with a new hunger, a need.

“Better get up and get dressed before this locksmith comes along…”

Bobby got up, and with an awkward limp, retrieved his clothes from last night. Noah couldn’t keep his eyes from him.

“You know…” he said. “It’s probably really early … if you wanted to … we could maybe take advantage of being locked up for a little more?”

Bobby eyed him, the maids outfit loose in his hands.

“All right, but this time, you’re the one on your knees, Terrance.”

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