eggbowl | In my blood...

In my blood...

[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.

trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.

blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…

vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]

You did this.

[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.

when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]

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[it's already a lewd enough act to watch, let alone feel, but for it to be Zhongli, a god of this land, to go down on him in such a way... it's an incredible turn on, if anything. and for amber eyes to lock with his own as that tongue, that inhuman tongue to lap up precum against his cock, before wrapping itself around the length as the deity takes him finally... well, it's a miracle he doesn't cum right then]

Zh-- ah...

[Dohalim bites down on a knuckle of his finger to keep equally lewd sounds back; he can feel a moan bubble up in his chest, but he should keep it down. the last thing he wants is for anyone walking by his room to hear him in the heat of passion, especially in the middle of the day. but a small one does escape him, as Zhongli squeezes his balls, his toes curling and eyebrows knitting together. he really is at the mercy of this man, this god, and Dohalim is quickly finding out that he doesn't mind in the slightest]

[He really wouldn't hesitate to call it addicting, the way Dohalim tastes and sounds around him. One small moan is enough to satisfy for now, enough to get his mind running for later. Later, one day... ah, it's truly indulgent to think of.

Is own moans are soft, muted against the Renan's cock as he works; as before, there isn't much rush really. It seems almost designed to wear him out with the intensity of his building orgasm... which, of course, is largely the intent. After another moment of teasing though, he pulls back with a contented sigh. One finger slides down past his balls to tease his entrance, barely pressing inward as he tilts his head to press lips and teeth to shaft, careful and deliberate.]

Such a good boy... do you want a little more, my lord?

[It's sweetly teasing, almost devious even. Were he not Zhongli, it would be almost scandalous, demanding answers of a lord - since he is, it's more of a cheeky reminder that his position doesn't matter, that he can ask for anything he likes.]

[usually, being referred to by his title by Zhongli would have Dohalim telling him not to, that they're beyond lord and subject. on that same vein, being referred to as a good boy should also elicit some sort of reaction or response, telling the deity that he is not some young lord for him to toy with.

however, as those slitted amber eyes look up at him, breath ghosting along his cock and finger teasing his hole, Dohalim isn't in much of a position to be telling Zhongli what for. in fact, being referred to as his lord in his capacity only serves to turn him on even more; he lets out a soft whine before biting down harder on his finger. his breath comes out in heavy pants, chest heaving as he tries to calm himself down for just a moment, to let everything catch up to him. but gods above does he want more, he wants so much more. he wants to feel every part of Zhongli, his body pressed against his, his own cock in him--]

Y-yes... Yes, I want more... Please...

[he's never sound so wanton with anyone else before, even as the words are spoken around his hand. thighs part just a little more, and he can feel his rim twitching against Zhongli's finger, as if inviting him in. he doesn't break eye contact, not daring to pull his gaze away from the other, not wanting to miss a single moment of this]

Alright.

[one hand slides down to take over for Zhongli's mouth, stroking Dohalim's cock slowly so that he can push himself back up over the Renan's torso. there's no lack of contact, and his other hand grazes over every inch of skin on its way up to his lips, tracing over a cheek first before gently pressing to request entrance.]

Help me wet these, and I shall give you more.

[there's a gentle reverence to the way he watches Dohalim, no smugness or authority to be seen. if the deity is honest, he'd love to have him fully, but that... ah, he's best off keeping to what he knows he can control. his own cock can wait until the man is recovered, when they can find a time and space for themselves.

he knows he'd rather hear every sound from the redhead's mouth then, after all.]

[Dohalim almost tells Zhongli that there's oil in a drawer in the beside table that would probably make things a little easier, but when he feels the digits against his lips, he drops his hand to grasp at the deity's wrist before letting those fingers slip into his mouth. eyes dip half closed as he sucks on them fervently, tongue swirling around in between them. it's almost as if he's done this before, and honestly, maybe he has. though, sometimes, he does prefer to be... handled a little more roughly, this is fine.

what won't be fine, however, is when he finds out Zhongli's planning on holding back a little bit. no, he's already here, he's already keyed up like this that it'll only result in whining and bargaining if the deity denied him. he feels good, but he wants Zhongli to feel good, too. but for now, not knowing of those plans, Dohalim will continue to suck on his fingers, moaning softly around them as he looks up at the other man, lust clouding his eyes]

[it's enough, really, to watch him. that's more than enough of an enjoyment for Zhongli. he's beautiful in his lust, moving without an ounce of hesitation - and far be it from the deity to complain if the Renan has some measure of experience; it makes things easier for him, too.

after a long moment, he pulls his fingers free and leans in to capture his lips again. brief as it is, it's a sweet feeling, and he exhales a soft sigh as he pulls away to slip down his front again. those fingers return to his entrance, pressing gently and moving in little circles, persistent until it slips in past the ring of muscle to stretch his insides. Zhongli's pace keeps in rough tandem with his other hand, the latter interrupted with little kisses peppered over his lover's dick.]

[Zhongli's name slips past Dohalim's lips as he feels the pressure press against his rim, willing himself to relax just enough to let the intrusion inside. it's then that he flops back down onto the bed, before he parts his thighs yet again in a silent need for more. he can only imagine how vulgar he must look at the moment, but right now, Dohalim doesn't seem to care. really, he's so caught up in his own lust, and the attention the deity is giving him that he's sure that if someone were to barge in on them somehow, it would take a moment or two before he notices.

a hand is back up against his mouth as it futilely tries to muffle more of his moans; it's almost impossible now with the small kisses and strokes along his cock, and the fingers pressing and curling in him. he feels hot, almost too hot, a different kind of feverish than what he'd felt the last few days, but it feels... pleasant. all of this does. maybe because he's doing this with Zhongli.

his free hand slides down to grasp at any part of the deity, mainly his hair. he doesn't want to pull on it too hard, but as he balls the dark locks into a fist, he can't help but tug on the tresses. perhaps it's to anchor him somehow, to stop him from floating into a different headspace; he wants to be here and present for every moment. but he just feels so... floaty... like his head is fogged, but in the best way imaginable]

Ah...

[his voice is a breathy sigh as Dohalim murmurs his name, smile drawing over his features. it's as beautiful a sound as the sight of him, thighs spread and body settled into his lust and want. greedy and sweet, and Zhongli truly does wish he could give him everything he deserves. soon...

for now, the deity continues his movements, easing his finger in to the last knuckle before working on the next, adding saliva as needed. if he were planning on anything bigger, he'd definitely need something more, but for now, this is enough to let him gently scissor and curl his fingers. he's not searching deliberately for his prostate at the moment, but he's not really avoiding it either.

a hand slides into his hair and he exhales a noise that's somewhere between a purr and a growl, tongue sliding indulgently up over his length before he pulls back just slightly.]

Do what you like, Dohalim.

[it's probably a preemptive comment, made before Zhongli's mouth wraps around his tip, lapping and sucking as his head bobs.]

[oh, hearing that sound come from Zhongli does things to him as he matches it with another moan. Dohalim isn't sure why he's still trying to stifle his sounds when it's clearly not working anymore, but it's still pressed against his mouth as small whines escape him. at the expressed permission from Zhongli, Dohalim's fingers tighten around the deity's hair, admiring the silkiness of the locks tangled around his fingers.

he can feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach slowly build, and the warmth spreading throughout his body feeling like a raging fire. around those whines his breath comes in heavy huffs; he wants more, he needs more. unconsciously, he presses down on Zhongli's head, wanting more of his cock in that delicious mouth, hips shifting to press more of those fingers in. he really has become so wanton in his lust, hasn't he...]

Zh... Zhongli... I need...

[what is it that he needs? he needs so much of him, he needs the deity's warmth, he needs his body against his, he needs Zhongli to fill all his senses. it's at this moment that Dohalim realises just how much he needs the man, both in the throes of passion, and in general. he's so far deep into this now, that even with the corruption tainting his mind, he simply cannot let go of the god. he doesn't want to]

[Zhongli drinks in every movement, no matter how tiny. His eyes finally flutter to close just before there's a pressure on his head, inching downward over the Renan's cock. Honestly the man has no right to taste as sweet as he does, to draw him into almost whining with such ease.

The realisation of how much he's held back lately hits hard, remnants of Dohalim's touches down his spine and everywhere else flickering through every inch of him now. A needy whine reverberates against Dohalim's cock as the deity buries it in his throat, given before he can even think about stopping it. How long has he wanted this? To have him where the Renan can't blame their contract, can't blame the corruption...

Between his legs his own dick throbs, and the hand that had been stroking his lover's cock presses roughly into it while the other searches more deliberately for his prostate. Tongue and throat coax him along toward orgasm, and there's a faint watery quality to his eyes when he manages to look back up.

cum for me is all but written in that gaze, a sure reminder that Zhongli needs— wants the redhead as much as the reverse. He can ignore the rest, he thinks, as long as he has this. His cock is so hard it aches, but... maybe he's a little nervous to let Dohalim see it, too. After all, with the rest of his body changed, so it is too.]

[as Zhongli's fingers finally reach his prostate, Dohalim lets out a sharp yelp, before melting into a moan. gods, gods it feels so good, everything feels so good. he hasn't enjoyed himself like this in so long, or rather, he hasn't let himself enjoy something like this. but with the deity's serpentine tongue working him, and those fingers stretching and curling in him, how could he not? especially because it's Zhongli...

he wants to cum so badly, but something's holding him back. he isn't sure what, exactly... perhaps he wants more? perhaps he feels this is a little too one sided? he wants Zhongli to feel good, too, and he can't imagine this is satisfying enough on his part. pushing himself back up onto his elbow (and foregoing trying to silence himself at this point), Dohalim looks down at Zhongli, at those eyes that say so much. his own (not that he can tell), are so blown out that his irises almost look like amber eclipses, his lips parted as he tries to catch breath, cheeks flushed pink. oh, but how sinuous he looks in between his legs like this... but he wants more. he wants more of the deity]

I need...

[it's not even a want, now. his entire being is almost burning with need]

I need you in me... Please... Let me offer myself up to you...

[Dohalim doesn't even know where these words are coming from, and if anyone were to hear it out of context, it would almost sound like he's offering himself up as a sacrifice. to be fair, though... it's not too far from the truth, right? to offer himself to a deity, to be used however Zhongli sees fit...]

[they're both so blissfully selfish in that moment, really. Zhongli doesn't want to pull away, but as Dohalim looks at him, begs him so sweetly... ah, he should be good. Keep this up and reassure the man he'll make it up to him later.]

Mmn...

[hesitantly, Zhongli slides upward, his actions easing up a little for that moment.]

Let me— [His voice is deeper now, thick with want as his fingers squeeze down on his own cock. So much for waiting on this...] let me have this, first. Then we can talk about it.

[nuzzling his cheek against his swollen cock, Zhongli licks his lips.]

Don't worry... I'll wait for you to be ready again.

[just being inside him will be relief, even if he has to wait. How can he not? Dohalim is offering himself up so sweetly, and were he not so pressed to drink him down, the deity is sure he'd already be asking about lube or something. The idea of holding back is fading to nothing, faster than he could have imagined. It's no contract, not amid lovers, but it's a promise of sorts. Dohalim will have to try harder to get him to give this up; it might be easier to just give in, of course.]

[Dohalim does take a moment to consider, which is a miracle in and of itself considering that he can barely string a thought together that doesn't include Zhongli absolutely obliterating him. everything feels like such a rush, yet so slow at the same time, and it does take a moment more for Dohalim to concede and nod. fine, he'll accept that, for now. he's not sure how much talking there would be with how desperate he feels, but it's fine for now.

when Zhongli eventually takes his cock again, Dohalim lets out another reedy sound, sinking back down in bed. his hand is still tight around the deity's hair, tugs and pushes gently guiding him up and down his cock. and when those fingers deep in him brush up against his prostate again, he lets out another moan, louder, his back arching. with the promissory note of more than just this, Dohalim can finally let himself be dragged towards an orgasm, the feeling in the pit of his stomach growing more and more, and the raging fire building.

he's not sure what sends him over the edge. is it a single, but precise swipe of fingers against those bundle of nerves? or is it the way Zhongli's mouth and tongue feel along his cock, trying to coax that orgasm out of him? or is it just the idea of more, of being at the mercy of this deity? whatever it is sends a shiver up and down his spine as his body trembles; it all comes as a rush as he chokes out another moan, followed by Zhongli's name, before pushing down on the crown of his head as he cums]

[he already wasn't holding back at the end there, but now Zhongli's efforts are redoubled. the fact that he intends to do very little talking is unrelated, a factor for another, more distant moment.

right now, all he cares about is the press of Dohalim's cock against his throat, the pushes and tugs that guide his pace and let him measure his teasing to push the redhead toward his first orgasm. every merciless press of his prostate, every gulp and slurp of his mouth and tongue, is deliberate in pushing him to that edge.

regardless of what motion or thought pushes him past the edge, Zhongli gives a soft noise when fingers push his head down. his eyes close with the first gulp, comfortably nuzzled in against Dohalim's torso. there he stays, tongue coaxing out every drop he can get, until the Renan flops back onto the bed at the end of his orgasm.

once he finally pulls back, lapping up any stray droplets, the deity pulls his fingers free to give him a moment to calm down.]

Ah... haah... much better. [there's a pleasant ache to his throat, a warmth that colours his cheeks as he leans up to capture his lover's lips for a brief moment.] I needed that.

[he'll work on pulling off his clothes soon enough, when Dohalim's hands leave his hair. that's... really the most they need to "talk" about, isn't it?]

[there's a faint taste of himself that lingers on his lips as Zhongli pulls away from their kiss, but Dohalim doesn't find that he minds (much like most of what had just transpired). in fact, as he settles into the afterglow of his orgasm, he smiles lazily at the other, hand finally letting go of soft tresses of hair, dropping down to gently hold onto Zhongli's shoulder. he's a little tired, he'll admit to himself, but he doesn't want to succumb to sleep. he's already napped enough for the day, and he doesn't want to waste a single moment when he can spend it with the deity, wrapped in his arms]

S'was amazing...

[for the first time in so long, Dohalim actually feels happy and content. there's no looming threat of corruption, there are no memories that haunt him, no anxieties plaguing him. at this moment, it's just him and Zhongli, and that's it. that's all that really matters.

fingers creep up from the deity's shoulder to his neck, slipping past his collar to ghost over skin under it. perhaps a subtle request to have his clothing removed. he wants to feel all of him, after all]

Good... I'm pleased to hear it.

[Dohalim will have to wait a moment for Zhongli to press their foreheads together, remaining there for a moment before he shifts back a little. fingers creep over his neck and the sound he makes is terribly indulgent, a shiver running down his spine at the sensation.

it's a little unfair, knowing how sensitive he is. still, the deity was already intending to pull off his clothing. the Renan will have a chance to look at the mottled patches of scales over his torso, too, in the moments it takes for him to unbutton his pants.]

We'll need more preparation for the rest of what you want, but... I should probably let you see it, first.

[he sounds much more serious than it really is, but honestly Zhongli doesn't know enough about Dohalim's preferences to realise he's going to be all over him. it's silly, given everything, but here we are.

there's no move to stop Dohalim from feeling whatever he likes, though the deity is a little harder to grab when he lifts himself up to slide his pants and underclothes down to reveal his still rock hard cock.

it's tapered, almost absurdly lengthy and quite wide at its bulbous base, leaking precum that trails down the length. for most, it would be a lot to ask someone to handle. he's less worried now, but there's also still a part of him that's worried the redhead will change his mind.]

[Dohalim isn't sure what he was expecting as Zhongli finally strips down; it's not that he was expecting something a little more human, all things considered. Zhongli himself isn't human, so the expectation of the same anatomy as himself would be a wild assumption. however, as Dohalim's eyes trail from the patches of scales across pale skin (his hands following his gaze as he brushes against those patches), down to his exposed cock... eyes widen ever so slightly, both in part by the shape of it, and the sheer size. while Dohalim himself does have a bit of a preference for... larger sizes... never could he imagine just how much bigger and longer Zhongli would be. and the fact that he was hiding that in a pair of rather tight pants...

Dohalim licks his lips almost hungrily as a hand continues downward, letting his fingers brush along the length. he has to wonder just how much of it would fit inside of him, if the base would fit. how would it feel? it's those thoughts that make him excited to try, at least. he can feel the rim of his hole twitch in anticipation, wanting to take the deity's cock.

coating his fingers in pre, Dohalim brings them up to his lips before licking them clean, savouring the taste, as he looks back up at Zhongli]

Bedside table... There should be a salve in there to help.

[there's a shudder as Dohalim's fingers brush over his cock, an exhale of breath Zhongli hadn't realised he was holding. seeing no hesitation in the Renan's movements is a relief, and he can't help but laugh faintly as Dohalim coats his fingers and licks them clean.]

You really are too perfect sometimes.

[before moving to the bedside table, Zhongli cradles the redhead's face, trying to ignore the way his whole body craves everything he's been offered. just stretching the man enough is going to be an undertaking... but first, he just needs to find the aforementioned salve. it doesn't take long, at least, and his tail comes to lay over Dohalim's legs when he settles back down.]

Do you want to stretch yourself first, or would you rather I started?

[we'll talk, he'd said. this is talking, right? right.]

[if it were any other time, and not while he's still sitting in his afterglow, Dohalim would absolutely protest the idea of being perfect in Zhongli's eyes. as it were, and with barely any other thoughts in his head aside from the deity, he doesn't say anything to deny it. in fact, all he does as he settles back down again is flash him a small smile.

as Zhongli's tail comes up to rest over him, Dohalim can't help but gently brush his hand against it, tracing the smooth scales and tufts of fir absentmindedly as he watches the deity. he can see himself requesting to have it out more often when they're alone, just to have that comfort over him. at the question, the Renan hums softly, considering]

Perhaps... You should take reign... I fear I may get too impatient and not prepare myself properly.

[...at least he's honest. and maybe he just wants to feel Zhongli's fingers in him again]

Very well. Please tell me if anything is uncomfortable.

[Zhongli leans into Dohalim slightly, enjoying the brush of fingers over scale and fur for a moment. it's a comfort to both of them, if he's honest, a reminder that he's able to give trust and let someone so close.

but, of course, there's the issue at hand. the deity's arousal hasn't flagged in the least, and he's not about to force either of them to continue waiting too long. this time, he's thorough with the salve, pouring it liberally over his fingers before setting it aside momentarily. after a moment of letting it warm, he leans in and presses two fingers against his lover's entrance.

it's a little tight, after a little waiting, but both slide in without too much effort, gently scissoring to properly start preparing him this time.]

[Dohalim was just about to give Zhongli an affirmation that he would absolutely tell him if something felt off, but as soon as those fingers press into him, words die on his lips and are replaced with a soft sound. eyes flutter closed for a moment as he relishes in the feeling, both pleasant and not enough.

as his eyes open again, he peers up at Zhongli once more, hands coming up to brush his hair out of his face before pulling his head down. foreheads press against each other (when had that become a gesture of affection, he's not sure, but he likes it), and Dohalim leans in for a kiss, near desperate and wanton, but somehow soft and slow. there's so much of the deity he wants and he's not sure if Zhongli really knows. perhaps he can show it with his body...

legs spread apart like earlier, and hips lift up against Zhongli's hand, beaconing for more. he can feel the slow stretch, and he's glad that the other man had agreed to take over doing so; the Renan is sure that he would have been clumsy and impatient. at least, if he was, then there was always a healing arte he could cast, but he's also sure that Zhongli wouldn't have been impressed with that]

[Zhongli's eyes close as their foreheads touch, following each motion with ease. the kiss is kept soft and slow, sweet despite the desperation of it. it matches his fingers' pace at first, at least until there's enough stretch that he's not so worried about hurting the Renan in turn.

he looks beautiful too, lying back and offering himself up, so much that the deity can't help but just... admire him. it doesn't stop his movements, nor the gentle glide of a third finger to stretch the Renan, and a smile draws over his lips as he presses them to his jaw.]

You're so eager for me...

[his voice is full of admiration, warm and breathy. and if his hands move a little faster than they "should," there won't be a complaint, will there? he doesn't think so, anyway, when Dohalim himself had worried about being too eager. they're both a little bit masochistic that way, perhaps.]

[there's a flush on Dohalim's cheeks at the admiring tone in which Zhongli speaks to him with, even in such an intimate moment between them. words still escape him as Zhongli's hand picks up speed, those deft fingers fucking him so thoroughly. he can feel himself relax under the movements, now used to the intrusions and wanting more. something bigger. he finds himself wanting to be filled up completely, and wonders if Zhongli will be able to satisfy that want. he has no doubt, but still.

he lets out a soft sound, almost like a mewl, eyes slipping half closed as the heat from earlier comes back to light him aflame once more. he can feel his cock getting hard again, which comes as a surprise to him, not expecting it so soon after his last orgasm. had he always had a short refractory period and just not know it? or is this just one more thing he can thank Zhongli for when they're in a position like this? they'll just have to do this again to see if results vary, he supposes.

but for now, as his hips shift again, Dohalim mutters softly to Zhongli, his need ever growing]

I think... I think I'm good... I just need you...

[the Renan will have to deal with Zhongli's habits of being thorough, at least until he's able to ease all four fingers in without much resistance. that should be enough, he thinks, and it's about all his want can really take now.

there's some sense of relief in how quickly Dohalim seems to be recovering, far more quickly than one might have expected. he doesn't know what the reasoning is, but it doesn't really matter. it's a benefit to both of them, after all.]

Patience, baobei. [Zhongli presses kisses along the redhead's neck and jaw, shifting to slide an arm around his waist.] I'll give you as much as you can take.

[his tail shifts again, giving him space so that he can turn them over. it'll be easier, he thinks, if Dohalim is above him to start, so the deity moves to position them both. it'll also make it nice and tight for them both. once he's in position, both hands slide down to start to pull his hips down, tapered tip sliding in easily after all the stretching.]

[more promises make Dohalim even more impatient; he doesn't want to wait any longer, and with his hips shifting against Zhongli's fingers. there's a needy whine somewhere in there before Zhongli flips the both of them over, bracing himself as he leans forward with his hands pressed against the other's chest. as the tapered tip of Zhongli's cock slowly slips in as he's lowered onto it, his own cock twitches with that anticipation, dripping precum onto Zhongli's stomach. there's only so much of him that's stopping him from dropping his hips down completely, even though he's so desperate to feel that fullness.

though, the sensation itself isn't something to blink at; as he's lowered even more, he can feel his hole stretch around the girth, opening him up and pushing against tight walls. it's nothing like he's ever felt before, with the size difference in a single length alone. and speaking of the length, Dohalim really does have to wonder just how deep Zhongli's dick will reach. just how deep will it go?]

Zhongli--

[Dohalim chokes out the deity's name, nails digging into his chest as his eyes start to water. he hopes that Zhongli doesn't take it as a moment to stop; he doesn't want it to. not until the entirety of his cock is nestled deep in him]

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