asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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At seven o'clock sharp, Leonardo was again pulling up to the Auditore household with his stomach in knots. He'd had butterflies all day but it had grown worse the closer it came for him to leave his apartment. On the drive over, he alternated lifted one hand off the steering wheel to hold it to the vent, trying to dry his palms. He'd chosen a black suit for the evening—his only suit, really—with a deep blue shirt and matte silver tie. As he'd been getting dressed, he realized he'd never mentioned to Ezio where he was taking him to dinner, but the thought of calling so last-minute had been too daunting to attempt. Especially when after their “goodnight” the previous evening, Leonardo was finding it harder than ever to convince himself to behave, at least through their first date.

As he stepped out of the car, already trying to think of answers to some of the questions Ezio’s parents might ask—where were they going, why was he so dressed up, when was he bringing Ezio back—the front door to the house opened and Ezio himself came out. He was also wearing a suit and as he came down the driveway, Leonardo saw his shirt was a rich crimson and his tie black. He was so stunned by the sight—how it seemed to age Ezio a year or two—that he didn't even notice the backpack Ezio had over one shoulder until he stopped by the car. The young man shifted nervously under the attention, suddenly reminding Leonardo of that fateful afternoon that had started all of this.

“I told my parents you'd drop me off at a friend's house afterward,” Ezio said. “If, um, if I can't stay with you?” He shuffled his feet again, trying to look nonchalant while fighting to hide which option was his obvious preference. Leonardo swallowed and chastised himself for staring.

“We can talk about it at dinner,” he replied and Ezio nodded. “Go ahead and put your bag in the back.”

It wasn't until they were pulling away from the house that Leonardo remembered to be relieved he didn't have to face his parents again.

Neither spoke on the way over, the tension so palpable, Leonardo nearly opened a window just to see if that would help. He kept his hands firmly on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to reach over and touch Ezio, even if only to take his hand and remind himself this was really happening. Ezio, on the other hand, spent most of the ride looking out his window, drumming his fingers on his knees restlessly. The looming specter of his age was gone, but Leonardo was afraid that if he started with one touch, he’d be unable to stop. Assuming things went that far tonight, he had hoped it would be in the comfort of his bed and not the car.

The restaurant was a cozy little Italian establishment that Leonardo had chosen because it was upscale dining without being too formal. The booths had high backs that gave each table a modicum of privacy and Leonardo had specifically requested one instead of a table when he’d placed the reservation. Once they were seated, the waiter came over to explain the specials and Ezio watched, bemused, as Leonardo asked for their vegetarian recommendations. He was still puzzling over this revelation when the waiter left to give them time to decide.

“You don’t eat any meat?” he asked and Leonardo shook his head. “Really?”

“It’s not that unusual these days,” the teacher said. “You don’t have any friends who are vegetarians?” Now it was Ezio's turn to shake his head but a thoughtful furrow was forming between his brows.

“What about eggs?”

“I will eat eggs.”

“Fish?”

“No.” Leonardo chuckled when Ezio looked even more confused and decided to explain. “I don’t like the idea of causing pain to any animal, so that’s why I choose not to eat meat.” Ezio nodded and looked down at the menu, letting that sink in, but then his head jerked up, his expression stricken.

“Does it bother you that I eat meat?”

It probably wasn’t the best reaction but Leonardo couldn’t help but laugh, though he tried to smother it with his hand. Ezio looked so distraught by the idea, he wondered what the young man would do if he said yes. Instead, he tried to calm himself and look a bit more serious as he leaned forward to pat Ezio's hand.

“No, Ezio, you’re fine,” he said. “I don’t expect you to change your eating habits to suit my choices.” The worry in Ezio's expression lingered a moment more and then faded. Before Leonardo could draw away his hand, Ezio shifted to lace their fingers together, smiling shyly. Leonardo felt his heart hiccup in its rhythm and left their hands together for a few more minutes before giving his fingers a squeeze and pulling free. Shortly after that, the waiter returned to take their orders.

When he was gone again, it left them with some time to themselves while they waited for the food to be ready. Ezio fidgeted with his glass of water, rubbing his thumb down the sides of the glass to smear away the condensation. He glanced up when Leonardo cleared his throat.

“So how does it feel, now that you’ve graduated?”

“About the same,” Ezio said with a shrug, “with a few exceptions.” A smirk tugged at the young man’s lips and Leonardo had no doubt what he meant by that.

“What are your plans for college?” Ezio's expression closed down and his gaze returned to the glass and he shrugged again. Leonardo wondered if his parents were pushing for him to go in one direction when he wanted to do something else. “I imagine there’s probably some pressure to work towards taking over the family business?” Leonardo’s suspicions were confirmed when a faint scowl stole across Ezio's face, but when no reply seemed forthcoming, the teacher sighed. “Ezio, I am not trying to pry but I would like to know. Perhaps I can help you decide on a major?”

“I just don't know,” Ezio muttered, sitting back in his seat and abandoning the glass. His eyes were a whirlwind of emotions: frustration, irritation, confusion. “Father is grooming Federico to eventually work for the bank and he keeps saying I should do the same but…” He looked away again but Leonardo waited patiently until he was ready to continue. “It’s boring! It’s not what I want to do and I’ve tried telling him that…”

“Do you have any idea of what you might want to do?” Leonardo half-expected another careless shrug but Ezio instead just looked at him before eventually glancing down.

“I want to stay here,” he said quietly, and although the with you went unspoken, Leonardo still heard it. He’d been worried Ezio might say that.

“Ezio, you can’t put off college just because we slept together,” he sighed. “I don’t want that and you shouldn’t either.” Ezio was still staring at the table, his hands in his lap, and Leonardo was reminded again of their age difference. Perhaps a different tactic was necessary. “The college Federico is going to is not that far from my apartment. There’s no reason we couldn’t continue seeing each other even if you went there.” Ezio’s head whipped up so fast, Leonardo was amazed he didn’t hurt himself. Hope was beginning to dawn on his face.

“Could I stay with you?”

Leonardo hesitated, trying to figure out how best to word his reply.

“College is a very important step in life,” he began, and winced at how awkward and “fatherly” his words sounded. “You can meet some very interesting people there, and living in a dorm gives you a chance to be free from your parent's rules for once.” He held up a hand when Ezio opened his mouth, no doubt to argue that he could do the same living with Leonardo. “Plus, I think some colleges require their freshman to stay on campus so they can better keep an eye on them and make sure they’re not having any problems.” Ezio frowned, clearly not happy, so Leonardo pulled out his trump card. “And what would your parents say? They might be willing to accept us having a relationship but I doubt they’d look as kindly on it if you suddenly announced you were moving in with me.”

Apparently that thought hadn't crossed Ezio's mind because he just stared at Leonardo for a full minute, stunned, before ducking his head again. Leonardo twisted his napkin in his lap, hating the silence and himself for having to bring up all the troublesome “adult” issues. He was beginning to wonder if the rest of the night would be like this when Ezio finally looked up.

“How about my second year?” he asked slowly, testing the waters, and Leonardo tilted his head to the side as he thought about this.

“Yes,” he said finally, “we could try that.” He decided to worry about the “living together” talk when the time came. For now, it was worth the brilliant smile that broke out on Ezio’s face just to agree to try. With that out of the way, the gloom that had threatened to spoil the evening was forgotten. Ezio opened up a little about the few majors he'd been considering and soon enough, the food had arrived. A more comfortable silence fell between them as they indulged in their meals.

Leonardo caught Ezio peering curiously at his plate, eying the purple-gray lump that was his eggplant parmesan, and finally offered to let him try it. Without giving any thought to the gesture, he cut a piece off and held it out with his own fork. Ezio glanced between the morsel and Leonardo and as suddenly as if a switch had been thrown, there was a charge in the air between them.

Leonardo felt his mouth go dry as Ezio leaned forward, lips parting at first to accept the bite and then tightening as they slid down the tines of the fork, taking the bit of eggplant with them. Ezio hadn't done it with lascivious intent but the effect remained the same, and Leonardo realized he was once again staring at Ezio's mouth only when the young man licked his lips and grinned. The teacher blushed and immediately looked down at his plate, struggling unsuccessfully to clear his mind of thoughts of those lips wrapped around something else. He was grateful the napkin in his lap helped to hide the effects of that mental image.

When the waiter returned to ask about dessert, Leonardo instead requested the check. Ezio was practically buzzing with anticipation, fidgeting in his seat as his teacher signed the appropriate slips of paper and then jumping up once it was clear they were done. Leonardo felt a matching eagerness humming through him as they walked out to the car. He paused by the passenger door, intending to open it for Ezio, but the young man turned and tilted his head up, golden-brown eyes hopeful, and it was so easy to cross the distance and seal their lips together.

Their breaths mixed as Leonardo chased Ezio’s tongue with his own and the young man’s arms came up to twine about his neck. He groaned and the sound seemed to vibrate across Leonardo’s nerves and straight down to his cock, encouraging him to press Ezio up against the side of the car so that he could feel the hard length of Ezio’s arousal against his hip. Then he remembered they were still in the parking lot of the restaurant, in plain view of anyone who happened to look outside, and he broke their kiss, though he couldn’t convince himself to step back completely. Ezio slid his hands down Leonardo’s chest to finger the lapels of his suit coat and he looked nervous once again.

“So…can I stay the night at your place?” he whispered. Leonardo didn’t trust his voice to respond so he just nodded, feeling a swell of giddy happiness when Ezio smiled. Onlookers be damned, he leaned forward to kiss him again, slow and sweet despite the staccato beat of his racing heart. When Ezio shifted against him with an impatient noise, desperate for friction against his trapped erection, that’s when Leonardo finally pulled away.

“Okay.” His voice came out hoarse so cleared his throat and tried again. “Okay.” He wasn’t even sure if he was speaking to Ezio or himself, but the word gave him something to focus on, to remind himself to step back. He managed to get the key in the passenger side door and unlock it, then hurried around to his side as Ezio got in.

When I saw this fic updated, a jolt went through me and my heart pounded. I just thought you should know. It's so good.

I must agree, I almost dropped the spoon holding my breakfast in pure exaltation when seeing this updated.

Writer!anon was not expecting this to be such a hit but I'm so glad you all are enjoying it!

So awesome.

Was the silver tie a nod to Leo's silver mask?

Ooooh, anon, I like how you think! I didn't do that intentionally but let's pretend that I did. :D

Dearest writer,

MY HEART WEEPS EVERY TIME I READ TO THE END OF YOUR UPDATES, AND REALISE THAT THERE ISN'T ANOTHER!
Gah!
But... thank you for writing this, and I love you. And when you update again, my heart will be alight with glee once more.

Dearest anon,
Do not weep! It has to end eventually and I don't want you to be crushed when it does.

ps - more tonight!

He almost fell to temptation again after starting the car because he made the mistake of glancing over at Ezio, who was illuminated by the dashboard lights. He was watching Leonardo with obvious hunger, his hands clutching the edges of his seat as if he, too, was fighting not to lunge across the gearshift and kiss him again. Leonardo swallowed hard and faced forward, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, at least until they were out of the parking lot. Then he reached out to rest a hand on Ezio’s thigh, lightly at first, and then kneading at the muscles more firmly when Ezio let out a breathy moan. It was torture for both of them, as Ezio tried to relax under what should have been a soothing touch, and Leonardo fought the urge to slide his hand any lower.

After the interminable drive home and the agony of the slowest elevator ride ever, they were finally in the safe confines of Leonardo’s apartment, away from prying eyes, with the door clicking shut behind them. Leonardo threw the bolt and turned to see Ezio looking around curiously. Although it was technically a studio apartment, with just one room and a bathroom, it was of decent size. The front door opened into a tiny kitchen and beyond that was a small living room, though aside from the couch and tv, most of the space was taken up by boxes of mounted canvas and more than one easel. They left their shoes on the mat and Leonardo took Ezio’s hand and led him further into the apartment, revealing an alcove to the left that hadn’t been visible from the doorway; this was where the bed was hiding. Around the corner, on the other side of the wall from the kitchen, was the bathroom.

Leonardo watched Ezio take all this in, practically overwhelmed by the fact that he finally had the young man here, in his home, all to himself. Ezio dropped his backpack on the floor and crossed to the bed, tugging Leonardo after him by their clasped hands. Once there, he let go to start shrugging out of his coat but he paused when Leonardo cupped his face and took his mouth in another languid kiss.

“Let me,” Leonardo murmured. “I’ve been waiting for the chance to see all of you and we have all night, after all. No need to rush.” Ezio blushed but nodded, letting his hands fall to his sides. Leonardo slid his own hands under the suit jacket to push it off Ezio’s shoulders, tossing it on the armchair at the foot of the bed that was already home to several of shirts. Next he moved on to the tie, nipping at Ezio’s lips as he unwound the knot and sent it sailing after the jacket. As his fingers dropped to the shirt’s buttons, he trailed kisses down Ezio’s throat and as each button came free, he pressed his lips to the skin beneath. Ezio shivered as the chaste kisses crept lower, eventually helping shrug off his shirt before putting his hands on Leonardo’s shoulders as if to steady himself.

With the shirt gone, Leonardo sat on the bed and pulled Ezio forward to stand between his legs, leaning close and breathing deep. He could smell the cologne he’d put on—the same from their first time together—and a faint, clean scent that was probably body wash. Ezio’s arousal was straining against the front of his pants but Leonardo was keeping his hands above the belt for now.

Gripping Ezio’s hips, he pressed another gentle kiss to his stomach and then traced a circle around his navel with the tip of his tongue, bracing Ezio when he bucked in reaction. He did the same to a spot just above his waistband and then repeated this torture for a few minutes, littering Ezio's skin with nonsensical shapes and scrapes of teeth. Ezio twitched with each brush of his tongue and before long he was shaking all over.

“Leonardo, please,” he panted and Leonardo felt his own cock jump in response to the absolute need in that voice.

“Sorry,” he breathed, leaving one last apologetic kiss before looking up into dilated, golden-brown eyes. “I just love the sounds you make.” Ezio glared indignantly but the teasing was quickly forgotten when Leonardo moved his hands to Ezio’s belt.

With deft fingers, he soon had Ezio's pants and boxers pushed past his hips to his ankles and he helped Ezio step out of them. His cock stuck out proudly now that it was free and Leonardo gripped the base with one hand, scattering light kisses down the length and smiling as Ezio moaned in response. Figuring he had teased him enough, he swirled his tongue around the head once before leaning forward and taking him into his mouth. Ezio gasped something that sounded like “yes” and then his hands clenched fistfuls of Leonardo’s jacket when his teacher began to suck.

Keeping one hand on Ezio’s hip, Leonardo shifted his other hand to massage Ezio's balls as he bobbed his head slowly, keeping his lips tight and his tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. Ezio seemed torn between wanting to thrust his hips to get deeper and taking Leonardo’s hand on his hip as a sign to stay still. He ended up slightly bent over, leaning more heavily on his teacher and whimpering after a particularly deep thrust.

Leonardo reluctantly drew away when he felt Ezio begin to tremble, his balls tightening in his grasp. He pressed a final kiss to the head and grinned when Ezio twitched. His own erection was aching and he wanted nothing more than to throw Ezio down on the bed and ravish him, despite his words about taking his time. Before they did anything else, though, he needed to get out of his clothes. He took Ezio’s hands off his shoulders, intending to have him sit on the bed, but Ezio suddenly bent down to capture his lips hungrily.

“I-I want… I want to…” Ezio started to say and then trailed off, his face red and his eyes downcast.

“We will, don’t worry,” Leonardo replied reassuringly, even as he pulled at the knot in his tie and tried to shrug off his coat. “I just want to get undressed first.” His smile faltered when Ezio shook his head and kissed him again fiercely. This time, the young man’s hands dropped to Leonardo’s lap, pressing a hand timidly to the bulge there, then with more force when Leonardo’s hips jerked into the touch. Ezio broke away a moment later to kneel between Leonardo’s spread legs, looking up as he reached for his belt. “Oh.” The realization of what Ezio had been trying to say finally sunk in but he could only stare in dumbfounded muteness. Seeing the uncertainty in Ezio’s expression, Leonardo struggled to make his brain work.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” he said quietly, reaching out to brush his thumb across the young man's cheek.

“I want to,” Ezio replied and then blushed again, almost embarrassed; he seemed to be waiting for Leonardo’s answer.

“Okay.”

Leonardo saw a flash of a shy smile before Ezio ducked his head and turned his attention to the pant zipper. Leonardo managed to get his coat off and the tie tossed to the side and then moved on to his shirt, but his fingers fumbled with the buttons when Ezio finally slipped a hand inside his boxers to curl tentative fingers around his cock. Halfway down the shirt the instructor gave up because Ezio had pulled him free and was stroking with a firmer grip as he became more sure of himself. Leonardo groaned and leaned back on his elbows, eyes fixed on the sight of Ezio kneeling between his knees, leaning forward to give his erection an experimental lick. He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle at Ezio’s first reaction—a grimace—then moaned outright when Ezio steadied his cock with one hand and slid his lips around the head.

It took a couple tries before Ezio found a rhythm that worked for him but once he did, Leonardo thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He had probably received a more skilled blowjob before in his life but just the fact that it was Ezio had him clenching the bedsheets and struggling not to lose control. When he started to feel a familiar tingling spreading through him, he sat up quickly and put his hands on Ezio’s shoulders, coaxing him to sit back. He couldn’t help shuddering as his cock came free from that blissful heat, but he distracted himself by curling a hand behind Ezio’s head and pulling him forward for a sloppy, wet kiss.

“Perfect,” he murmured against his lips. “It was perfect.” The worried look faded from Ezio's face. “Come here.” He scooted back on the bed, kicking his pants off and coaxing Ezio to climb onto the bed with him. He rolled them over until he was on top and then ground their hips together, shivering as their cocks slid together, slick with pre-cum. He dipped his head to lick Ezio’s collarbone, then let his mouth drift to one nipple, circling it with his tongue. He smiled against tanned skin as Ezio bucked against him, gripping his arms hard enough to bruise.

“Leonardo, stop teasing!” the young man growled and, in a surprisingly bold move, leaned up to bite Leonardo's ear, though not very hard. As he fell back against the bed, his teacher chased his mouth with a growl, and they spent the next few minutes warring with tongues until Leonardo finally backed off.

“Okay, okay,” he said breathlessly. He shifted to lean over the side of the bed, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table. As he fought to get it open, he felt a hand ghost over his hip before settling more confidently at the small of his back and he glanced back at Ezio. He almost abandoned his struggle at the utterly fuckable sight the young man presented, his hair mussed, his eyes dark and eager. Instead, Leonardo finally yanked the drawer open and grabbed the lube and condom.

“Turn over for me,” he instructed, dropping the condom onto the sheet and popping the cap on the bottle. The eagerness in Ezio’s expression warred briefly with nervousness but he nodded and rolled onto his stomach, bracing himself on his forearms and lifting his hips without being told.

Leonardo bent over to press a kiss to the small of Ezio’s back, just above his tailbone, then began to mouth a slow line down towards the curve of his ass. He pressed one lube-slick finger at the top of the cleft there, rubbing back and forth teasingly until Ezio groaned and moved his hips impatiently. Chuckling, Leonardo slipped his finger down further to brush against his entrance. Despite his silent askance, Ezio jerked in surprise at the cool touch there, so Leonardo licked a brief stripe across one ass cheek then blew across the damp skin. Ezio shivered and Leonardo began to ease one finger in.

He alternated using his tongue and teeth and fondling his balls to provide distracting sensations as he worked his way slowly up to three fingers. He gave Ezio's neglected cock a couple firm strokes but knew he couldn’t let his hand linger or Ezio would be done all too soon. At three fingers, the young man was already panting a steady stream of “please, please, please” and pushing back into the touch, especially when Leonardo brushed his prostate.

“Did you do this to yourself and think of me?” the teacher asked, his voice raw with lust.

“Yes! Yes,” Ezio gasped as fingers again stabbed that spot within him. He squirmed when they withdrew. “But...it wasn’t the same. Wasn’t…enough.” The look he shot over his shoulder jolted through Leonardo like a bolt of lightning. He scrambled to get the foil packet open and the condom on before aligning himself and beginning the enter.

He was surprised to feel Ezio pushing back against him, his hands fisted in the sheets, his back bowed and tense. It was gloriously tight and agonizingly slow, but at last Leonardo's balls came to rest against Ezio's ass and then they paused, both breathing hard. Leonardo bent over Ezio, one arm curling around his waist as he pressed his lips to Ezio’s shoulder.

“Okay?”

Ezio nodded in response to the hushed question but remained tense. Leonardo let his hand slide down Ezio’s abdomen to trail his fingers lightly up his cock. Ezio twitched and let out a shuddering breath; another deep breath and some of the clenching grip around Leonardo began to ease.

“Okay,” Ezio whispered and shifted his hips back against Leonardo’s, looking back with a lopsided grin.

Leonardo nodded and pulled out some before rocking back in, moving slowly at first as Ezio relaxed into it. When he began to push more to meet Leonardo’s thrusts, he upped the tempo, using both hands to steady Ezio’s hips until Ezio abruptly cried out, a shiver rolling through him. Then Leonardo pulled out nearly all the way and snapped his hips forward, smiling when he was rewarded with another cry.

“More,” Ezio gasped and Leonardo obliged, feeling a drop of sweat slide down his back as he drove in again and again, each time hitting that spot that made Ezio clench around him. He bent over Ezio’s back, bracing himself with one hand on the bed and moving his other hand down to fist Ezio’s cock. The young man made a desperate noise, his hands tightening in the sheets and his counter-rhythm to Leonardo’s thrusts faltering under the maelstrom of sensations. A few strokes later, his whole body tensed and he groaned Leonardo’s name as he came, his hips jerking against Leonardo’s. The sudden final squeeze was his teacher’s undoing. His arm tightened around Ezio as he pinned him with a few last thrusts, riding out his own crest of pleasure.

After a moment, Leonardo guided Ezio’s hips so that they flopped over, still joined but away from Ezio’s spilled seed. He kept his arm curled tight around his waist and smiled against his shoulder when Ezio covered his hand, lacing their fingers together. They lay like that for a little while, their breathing and racing hearts the only sound, and then Leonardo gently drew away, peeling off the condom and slipping off the bed to dispose of it in the bathroom.

When he came back, he half-expected Ezio might be asleep but he found the young man waiting for him, eyes half-lidded but still awake. He pulled Leonardo back onto the bed for a lazy kiss then released him and dropped his head to the pillow, eyes closed. Leonardo pushed aside the messy sheet, deciding to leave it for the morning. Instead, he tugged at the comforter that lay folded at the foot of the bed until he’d managed to cover them both with it. As he curled up against Ezio's back and snaked an arm around his waist again to tug him close, he kissed the nape of his neck.

“Happy birthday, Ezio.”

In response, Ezio brought their entwined hands to his mouth and kissed Leonardo’s fingers, his lips curling in a smile. Moments later, they were both asleep.

Happy birthday, indeed. I would love to see you write nothing but this pair, forever. Feel free to do another sequel anytime, anon, because this fic made my month.

I keep seeing them living together sometime in the future. Oh, so delicious. Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing this. <3

I am happy to have made your month! I won't rule out writing more in the future (I'm quite fond of these two myself) but I'm not sure when I'll get to it. I'm trying to finish a different AU prompt but I keep getting distracted. XD

Well, you know, it's MY birthday month, so...I consider this an early gift. :D Better than CAKE!

Ohoho, I didn't even think about it but it's my birthday month too. Happy birthday to both of us! Porn makes an excellent present for a variety of occasions, so I'm glad I could provide. XD

Pastel!Anon here :)

OMGGGGGGGGGG. This is glorious. The buildup is ridiculously hot and the makeout-against-the-car bit is movie worthy. And the porn... omfg. Don't even get me started.

Also, love that you kept Leonardo vegetarian.

Amazing job. You should be supremely proud of yourself <3

Pastel!anon! <3 I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really appreciate your comments!

I knew I had to keep him as a vegetarian because I just can't imagine Leonardo any other way. But also, it amuses me to think of their "home life": Ezio trying to be sweet and surprise Leonardo with dinner, only to completely forget and fix something with meat. Or just being bewildered in general as to how one can survive without it. XD

I have to comment to tell you how much I love your fill.
The build up was perfect, Leonardo being vegetarian, the making out against the car nnng.

If you ever write more of it, I'll eagerly read it!

Thank you for the feedback! I am toying with the idea of writing more, just not sure what it would be about. If I do, I may post it in the nothingtrue community.

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