[The heat is tangible, especially since Koby's fingers are still lingering on Luffy's face, tracing his jawline, ghosting over his lips. He swallows, throat suddenly dry, suddenly very aware of their current position.]
I -- don't want to be greedy. Or go too fast. [Even though what he really wants is to tear all their clothes off and spend the next five hours in bed.] And I've never -- um. Done anything before.
[Quickly, red-faced:] I-I know how it all works, though. I was on a pirate ship for two years, and nobody cared about privacy there.
I haven't done anything before either. [But largely, Luffy doesn't seem worried about that detail. He doesn't do anything he's not sure of, and Koby seems pretty sure of himself.
Even with all the flushed cheeks and stammering. That-- just seems to be Koby, and Luffy is confident he'll get there in the end.]
You can be greedy, Koby. Tonight, I'm all yours. [He told him he could have his company all night, right? Just them. He grins and, reluctantly, pulls away. But only to slide further up the bed, leaning back on his elbow.]
I think you're wearing too many clothes for all the places I want to kiss and touch you next. [He may not have any experience, but he does have a lot of imagination.]
[Koby is very sure! He's just going to be deeply awkward about everything throughout the process. And push his glasses up his nose a lot and look determined before climbing onto the bed, kicking off his shoes as he goes.]
Okay. [Deep breath, looking so serious, like this is a challenging Go game or something.] Okay. [Pulling off his shirt now and -- getting caught in it. Awesome. So smooth. Maybe try unbuttoning it first, buddy.]
Koby! [He's laughing. Not in a mean way, just-- watching him struggle and getting caught in his own shirt pulls it out of him. He sits up a bit further to try to help out.]
Here, let me help. [Unbuttoning it first is a very good idea!
[Koby makes huffy, annoyed sounds until the shirt is off, unbuttoned properly. His hair's all fluffed up now, and his glasses are askew, and he leans forward, resting his forehead on Luffy's shoulder for a moment.]
Sorry. I'm -- overthinking things. I'm bad at that, apparently. Thinking instead of doing. [He inhales, exhales, one strap of his sleeveless undershirt sliding off his shoulder.] I don't want to mess anything up. This is -- important.
[Luffy reaches up to rest a hand against the back of Koby's head, fingertips playing through his hair reassuringly.]
You are too. Important. [He turns his head to press a kiss to the side of his face.] And you won't mess it up. Whatever happens, it's going to be good.
[Because it's been good so far, right? And Luffy can't think of one thing that would really ruin it.] You want to slow down a little? We have all night.
[Luffy isn't the most patient person, but if Koby needs a minute, it's okay. He's happy with pushing his fingers through Koby's hair, letting his fingers creep down the back of his neck, just touching.]
I like being with you, Koby. I have since the day we met.
[Oh, that feels -- very nice. Like flipping a switch, all the frenetic anxiety melting away, no room for it anymore. Not when Koby's too busy getting delicious shivers from Luffy's roughened fingertips stroking along his spine.
He makes a very embarrassing sort of sighing moan, then looks upwards, sheepish.] You're too nice, sometimes. Even when I'm making a fool of myself, you never mention it.
[Scooting a bit closer, almost into Luffy's lap, Koby hesitantly slides his arm around the pirate's waist. It's nice, how neatly he fits here, half-reclining. Luffy is warm, smelling like sea spray and (weirdly) tangerines.] You've done -- so so much. For me. I want to do things for you. [A pause, swallowing hard, building up the courage:] To you.
[That moan sends a jolt through him. It's almost electric, really, the way it sends this want spiraling down into his stomach. He licks his lips absently as Koby slides close again, telling himself it's probably not a good idea to tug him even closer yet.
But it's really tempting...
Although his thoughts scatter all over again at that.]
... You can do whatever you want to me, Koby. [Is that smooth? Or stupid? It's at least very, very earnest in the way that Luffy always is.]
It's not being nice. I just like you, Koby. You've really come a long way, you know.
[Does Luffy have any idea how lethal he is sometimes? He just says things, so casually, so earnestly, and he has no idea how thoroughly they devastate people. People, in this case, meaning Koby.
And he believes what he says; that Koby's come a long way. He's not the terrified, awkward, unwilling cabin boy he was when they met. Maybe that's what gives Koby the courage to take a deep breath, sit up, then move to straddle Luffy's waist, sitting in his lap, hands on his shoulders.]
I have. I'm not -- as scared of what I want anymore. I'm not scared. [A deep breath, then he leans forward, kissing Luffy again, deeper, firmer.]
[His arms come around Koby's waist when he sits on his lap, hugging him close as he leans into that kiss. There's a soft noise that leaves his throat at the extra weight against his lap, the warmth of Koby against him, and his lips--
This feels amazing, really.
So good that Luffy delves into that kiss with eagerness, his tongue brushing the parting in Koby's lips curiously. He's never-- kissed. He's definitely never kissed with tongues before. But it's a thing people do, right? And it's a thing he wants to do with Koby, definitely.]
[Koby tends to enjoy most of the things Luffy says -- even when they're baffling or wildly out-there or reckless. But apparently he also enjoys it when Luffy isn't saying anything, just making soft, pleased sounds, low in his throat. Koby likes that very much.
He shifts forward, knees bracketing Luffy's hips, chest pressed to his, hands coming up to cradle his face. There's the urge to slide them into Luffy's hair, but the hat is still in place, and Koby knows to respect the hat. Also he sort of likes it there.
Kissing with tongues involved always seemed a little bit inconvenient and strange, but apparently that's something else Koby is learning about himself -- that he likes it, likes parting his lips and curling his tongue out to meet Luffy's, tasting him, feeling him in a way that's dizzying and intimate and new. He likes that a lot, heart pounding so wildly he's a little worried he'll pass out or something embarrassing like that.]
[His fingers flex a little where they sit on Koby, fingertips pressing in as their tongues meet and mingle, as he tastes him properly... That's a taste he's never going to forget and a feeling he isn't either. It's-- different. Slick and warm. It makes him want more. Even if that's sort of a nebulous concept at the moment.
So there's just another hungry little noise that leaves him as his hands creep and tug at the undershirt Koby is still wearing, trying to get underneath it.
He can't help but just want to touch and feel more, see what reactions he can draw from Koby, memorize him until whenever they do this again.
Hopefully Koby will want to do this again, anyway. Luffy can't imagine himself not being interested when it's already so good.]
[Koby tenses a little, pulling back enough to catch his breath, lips parted, eyes wide. He takes a deep breath, shifting back and slowly peeling the undershirt off. He's not super confident about his body -- he's still smaller than most marines, not as muscular. There are also the scars spreading across his ribs, jagged and inexpert.
Well. There are lots of different kinds of pirates and marines. There are lots of different types of men, too -- Koby isn't sure how familiar Luffy is with that, though. He'd thought he was the only one until joining the marines and seeing some of the others in the showers, with similar scars.
Still, he sits back, waiting for Luffy's reaction, looking a little unsure.]
[Luffy leans back a little bit when the shirt comes off, breath a little heavy, skin a little flushed, and eager to see what's under those layers.]
Wow... [He breathes the word out in admiration. He sees those scars, but-- Luffy has never really cared about that. And whatever sort of man Koby is -- he's a good one. And a kind one. And that's more important than anything else in Luffy's book.
He brings up a hand to carefully rest against the other's chest, just touching for now, curious and eager to get his hands on him.]
Koby-- [He finally looks up to meet the other's eyes.]
You're incredible. [He pauses for just a second though, brows furrowing.] Are you okay?
-- yeah. [It comes out soft, a little choked up. Koby doesn't know why he was worried. It's Luffy. It's Luffy. Of course he's going to be wonderful and kind and eager and welcoming, no matter what scars Koby has, no matter what his past is like. No matter how he's made.
So, exhaling, eyes bright, Koby leans in, hands coming up to cradle Luffy's face again, kissing him slow, deep. Trying to communicate every bit of gratitude and warmth and happiness he feels.] I'm better than okay. I'm great.
...be greater if you took your shirt off too, though.
[He doesn't have to tell him twice. He leans back to start taking off his shirt, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder to land wherever. Fair is fair after all. But once his shirt is off, he slides his arms back around Koby and leans in for another kiss.
[Koby has to laugh at the careless fling of the shirt off to parts unknown -- another very Luffy move. But he's very pleased when they're wrapped up together again, when he can get his arms back around Luffy's neck and kiss him in that deep, dizzying way.
The question has him humming thoughtfully, absently shifting in Luffy's lap -- though of course, it's not just absent, it's carefully calculated, very strategic. He's played a lot of games of Go after all, he's very good at strategy.]
That depends...how long we have? [And how far Luffy wants to go. The shirt-off obstacle was the biggest one in Koby's mind, and now that they're on the other side, he's all in.]
[It really shouldn't be a surprise that when that kiss breaks, Luffy's mouth is on Koby's neck, down his shoulder, kissing and the occasional nibbling as he gets another taste of his friend. The question has him grinning though.]
All night? What time do you have to be back? [Luffy can sleep any time, anywhere. What he wants more than sleep right now is Koby.]
[Maybe it makes sense that someone who's so good at eating would have a talented mouth -- which of course makes Koby think about Luffy's lips and tongue and teeth elsewhere on his body. And once he starts thinking about that, he can't stop, the combination of all the possibilities and the pirate's mouth on his neck prompting another of those pleading, whimpering sounds.]
They do b-bed checks, but -- oh my god, that f-feels amazing -- um, I-I bribed Helmeppo to cover for me. S-So morning. I can stay all night. [They have time. They have time, which is so rare for them. Still, Koby knows exactly where he wants to start.
Gathering up his courage, he slowly slides a hand down Luffy's stomach, fingers toying at the waist of his pants.] C-Can I -- see? Everything?
[Oh-- those noises. It's really not doing anything to discourage him from doing more to elicit them from Koby. His mouth maps down over his skin. All night. He bites playfully at Koby's neck.]
Good.
[Part of him wonders if Garp won't know anyway, but it's also not his biggest worry when Koby is tugging at his shorts. Oh. Yeah. He's not that bothered by the thought of being naked, but-- it's different when it's like this, right? And when he can't exactly hide how those little noises and the solid weight of the other man are doing to him.
But-- that's kind of the point, right? So he licks his lips and nods.]
Yeah. You can, Koby. [He smiles a little bit.] You too?
[Koby makes a sound somewhere between a squeak and a moan at the bite, swatting lightly at Luffy's side and looking serious.] Careful, no marks so high I can't hide them under my uniform. [The other cadets would know he'd gotten marked up by someone, and they might follow him next time. Even as turned on as he is, Koby's thinking strategy. He's not going to put Luffy or his crew at risk just because he's horny.
But he will rise up on his knees, hooking his thumbs under the waist of his own shorts and easing them down, then off. When he settles back in Luffy's lap, it's easy to see (and feel) how turned on he is, the standard Marine-issue underwear soaked through at the front.]
[The swat gets a huff of surprise out of him before he just gives a chuckle. Maybe he likes that serious look, the chiding when it's from Koby. Just a tiny little bit.] Okay! Promise, promise. No marks.
[But that doesn't mean anything about marks lower, right? Something for Koby to look at later-- except someone might see him change still? And he doesn't want to cause him any actual problems.
When Koby rises up to take his own clothes off, Luffy takes the chance to push off his own shorts, kicking them off, even as heat starts to creep up to his cheeks, a flush of arousal going through him when he looks at Koby out of the corner of his eye. He's hard, and it's even more obvious when he's straining against the thin fabric of his underwear.
And if that wasn't obvious, Koby sitting back in his lap like that is enough to draw out something like a surprised squeak all of his own, eyes going weight at the little bit of friction. He looks between their bodies briefly, at the obvious slick spot, and looks back up. This is a lot more real, isn't it? And Luffy is equal parts enthusiastic and maybe a little bit lost. He knows the basics. He knows point A to point B, but not all the finer details.]
Koby-- [He licks his lips and brings his arms back around him, pulling him in closer, nuzzling back into his neck.]
... I didn't think it was possible to want something as bad as I want the one piece, but-- [This is definitely creeping up close second.]
[Marks out of sight...wouldn't be the worst thing ever. That's about as far as Koby's thought about it, because anything more makes him feel like he's going to melt to pieces. But he definitely doesn't move away from Luffy's lips against his neck -- if anything he arches forward.
The comment gets a soft, genuine laugh, Koby's hands sliding up Luffy's back to toy with his hair.] Coming from you, I know what a big compliment that is. [That he's anywhere in the same ballpark as Luffy's lifelong dream is -- a lot. A lot.
Experimentally, Koby rocks his hips forward again, this time without all the layers of clothes between them, letting out a shaky breath at how good it feels.] Is this okay? [It's soft, whispered, followed by another gentle roll of his hips.] It's not -- too much?
[There's a grin when he hears that laugh and he's moving up to kiss Koby again. It muffles he soft noise that rises up when Koby moves again. Luffy's fingers flex tighter on him for a moment as pleasure sparks along his nerves. Oh, that's really good.]
No-- [He murmurs, straightening up.] It feels good.
[His hand slides down to Koby's ass, holding on loosely for now. He licks his lips, meeting Koby's eyes with his own.]
Good. [Very satisfied by this peer review of his still-unsure movements. It's a whole lot of instinct and very little actual application of anything Koby's ever seen -- then again, he's only ever seen hasty corner couplings between gross pirates.
Luffy's not gross. He's a pirate, but he's -- the opposite of gross. He's wonderful, in every single way, and he could have anyone here, in his bed, and he's chosen Koby, of all people. It's enough to give anyone nerves.
So, before he spirals into concerns or second thoughts, Koby snakes his hand down between them, taking a steadying breath, then hesitantly brushing his fingers over where Luffy's hard, tracing the shape of him.] This is -- still okay? [Plenty of options to back out, to change his mind, hoping he won't take any of them.]
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I -- don't want to be greedy. Or go too fast. [Even though what he really wants is to tear all their clothes off and spend the next five hours in bed.] And I've never -- um. Done anything before.
[Quickly, red-faced:] I-I know how it all works, though. I was on a pirate ship for two years, and nobody cared about privacy there.
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Even with all the flushed cheeks and stammering. That-- just seems to be Koby, and Luffy is confident he'll get there in the end.]
You can be greedy, Koby. Tonight, I'm all yours. [He told him he could have his company all night, right? Just them. He grins and, reluctantly, pulls away. But only to slide further up the bed, leaning back on his elbow.]
I think you're wearing too many clothes for all the places I want to kiss and touch you next. [He may not have any experience, but he does have a lot of imagination.]
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Okay. [Deep breath, looking so serious, like this is a challenging Go game or something.] Okay. [Pulling off his shirt now and -- getting caught in it. Awesome. So smooth. Maybe try unbuttoning it first, buddy.]
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Here, let me help. [Unbuttoning it first is a very good idea!
And it's more fun to do it himself anyway.]
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Sorry. I'm -- overthinking things. I'm bad at that, apparently. Thinking instead of doing. [He inhales, exhales, one strap of his sleeveless undershirt sliding off his shoulder.] I don't want to mess anything up. This is -- important.
You're important.
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You are too. Important. [He turns his head to press a kiss to the side of his face.] And you won't mess it up. Whatever happens, it's going to be good.
[Because it's been good so far, right? And Luffy can't think of one thing that would really ruin it.] You want to slow down a little? We have all night.
[Luffy isn't the most patient person, but if Koby needs a minute, it's okay. He's happy with pushing his fingers through Koby's hair, letting his fingers creep down the back of his neck, just touching.]
I like being with you, Koby. I have since the day we met.
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He makes a very embarrassing sort of sighing moan, then looks upwards, sheepish.] You're too nice, sometimes. Even when I'm making a fool of myself, you never mention it.
[Scooting a bit closer, almost into Luffy's lap, Koby hesitantly slides his arm around the pirate's waist. It's nice, how neatly he fits here, half-reclining. Luffy is warm, smelling like sea spray and (weirdly) tangerines.] You've done -- so so much. For me. I want to do things for you. [A pause, swallowing hard, building up the courage:] To you.
[Non-Garp-approved things.]
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But it's really tempting...
Although his thoughts scatter all over again at that.]
... You can do whatever you want to me, Koby. [Is that smooth? Or stupid? It's at least very, very earnest in the way that Luffy always is.]
It's not being nice. I just like you, Koby. You've really come a long way, you know.
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And he believes what he says; that Koby's come a long way. He's not the terrified, awkward, unwilling cabin boy he was when they met. Maybe that's what gives Koby the courage to take a deep breath, sit up, then move to straddle Luffy's waist, sitting in his lap, hands on his shoulders.]
I have. I'm not -- as scared of what I want anymore. I'm not scared. [A deep breath, then he leans forward, kissing Luffy again, deeper, firmer.]
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This feels amazing, really.
So good that Luffy delves into that kiss with eagerness, his tongue brushing the parting in Koby's lips curiously. He's never-- kissed. He's definitely never kissed with tongues before. But it's a thing people do, right? And it's a thing he wants to do with Koby, definitely.]
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He shifts forward, knees bracketing Luffy's hips, chest pressed to his, hands coming up to cradle his face. There's the urge to slide them into Luffy's hair, but the hat is still in place, and Koby knows to respect the hat. Also he sort of likes it there.
Kissing with tongues involved always seemed a little bit inconvenient and strange, but apparently that's something else Koby is learning about himself -- that he likes it, likes parting his lips and curling his tongue out to meet Luffy's, tasting him, feeling him in a way that's dizzying and intimate and new. He likes that a lot, heart pounding so wildly he's a little worried he'll pass out or something embarrassing like that.]
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So there's just another hungry little noise that leaves him as his hands creep and tug at the undershirt Koby is still wearing, trying to get underneath it.
He can't help but just want to touch and feel more, see what reactions he can draw from Koby, memorize him until whenever they do this again.
Hopefully Koby will want to do this again, anyway. Luffy can't imagine himself not being interested when it's already so good.]
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Well. There are lots of different kinds of pirates and marines. There are lots of different types of men, too -- Koby isn't sure how familiar Luffy is with that, though. He'd thought he was the only one until joining the marines and seeing some of the others in the showers, with similar scars.
Still, he sits back, waiting for Luffy's reaction, looking a little unsure.]
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Wow... [He breathes the word out in admiration. He sees those scars, but-- Luffy has never really cared about that. And whatever sort of man Koby is -- he's a good one. And a kind one. And that's more important than anything else in Luffy's book.
He brings up a hand to carefully rest against the other's chest, just touching for now, curious and eager to get his hands on him.]
Koby-- [He finally looks up to meet the other's eyes.]
You're incredible. [He pauses for just a second though, brows furrowing.] Are you okay?
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So, exhaling, eyes bright, Koby leans in, hands coming up to cradle Luffy's face again, kissing him slow, deep. Trying to communicate every bit of gratitude and warmth and happiness he feels.] I'm better than okay. I'm great.
...be greater if you took your shirt off too, though.
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Arching until they're pressed skin to skin.]
What else do you want, Koby?
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The question has him humming thoughtfully, absently shifting in Luffy's lap -- though of course, it's not just absent, it's carefully calculated, very strategic. He's played a lot of games of Go after all, he's very good at strategy.]
That depends...how long we have? [And how far Luffy wants to go. The shirt-off obstacle was the biggest one in Koby's mind, and now that they're on the other side, he's all in.]
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All night? What time do you have to be back? [Luffy can sleep any time, anywhere. What he wants more than sleep right now is Koby.]
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They do b-bed checks, but -- oh my god, that f-feels amazing -- um, I-I bribed Helmeppo to cover for me. S-So morning. I can stay all night. [They have time. They have time, which is so rare for them. Still, Koby knows exactly where he wants to start.
Gathering up his courage, he slowly slides a hand down Luffy's stomach, fingers toying at the waist of his pants.] C-Can I -- see? Everything?
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Good.
[Part of him wonders if Garp won't know anyway, but it's also not his biggest worry when Koby is tugging at his shorts. Oh. Yeah. He's not that bothered by the thought of being naked, but-- it's different when it's like this, right? And when he can't exactly hide how those little noises and the solid weight of the other man are doing to him.
But-- that's kind of the point, right? So he licks his lips and nods.]
Yeah. You can, Koby. [He smiles a little bit.] You too?
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But he will rise up on his knees, hooking his thumbs under the waist of his own shorts and easing them down, then off. When he settles back in Luffy's lap, it's easy to see (and feel) how turned on he is, the standard Marine-issue underwear soaked through at the front.]
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[But that doesn't mean anything about marks lower, right? Something for Koby to look at later-- except someone might see him change still? And he doesn't want to cause him any actual problems.
When Koby rises up to take his own clothes off, Luffy takes the chance to push off his own shorts, kicking them off, even as heat starts to creep up to his cheeks, a flush of arousal going through him when he looks at Koby out of the corner of his eye. He's hard, and it's even more obvious when he's straining against the thin fabric of his underwear.
And if that wasn't obvious, Koby sitting back in his lap like that is enough to draw out something like a surprised squeak all of his own, eyes going weight at the little bit of friction. He looks between their bodies briefly, at the obvious slick spot, and looks back up. This is a lot more real, isn't it? And Luffy is equal parts enthusiastic and maybe a little bit lost. He knows the basics. He knows point A to point B, but not all the finer details.]
Koby-- [He licks his lips and brings his arms back around him, pulling him in closer, nuzzling back into his neck.]
... I didn't think it was possible to want something as bad as I want the one piece, but-- [This is definitely creeping up close second.]
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The comment gets a soft, genuine laugh, Koby's hands sliding up Luffy's back to toy with his hair.] Coming from you, I know what a big compliment that is. [That he's anywhere in the same ballpark as Luffy's lifelong dream is -- a lot. A lot.
Experimentally, Koby rocks his hips forward again, this time without all the layers of clothes between them, letting out a shaky breath at how good it feels.] Is this okay? [It's soft, whispered, followed by another gentle roll of his hips.] It's not -- too much?
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No-- [He murmurs, straightening up.] It feels good.
[His hand slides down to Koby's ass, holding on loosely for now. He licks his lips, meeting Koby's eyes with his own.]
You feel good, Koby.
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Luffy's not gross. He's a pirate, but he's -- the opposite of gross. He's wonderful, in every single way, and he could have anyone here, in his bed, and he's chosen Koby, of all people. It's enough to give anyone nerves.
So, before he spirals into concerns or second thoughts, Koby snakes his hand down between them, taking a steadying breath, then hesitantly brushing his fingers over where Luffy's hard, tracing the shape of him.] This is -- still okay? [Plenty of options to back out, to change his mind, hoping he won't take any of them.]
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