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Punish Me	By : Sparrowhawk Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 133350 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 45
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form and make no profit from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Assertion
- 2-Attack
- 3-Breakdown
- 4-Encounter
- 5-Punishment
- 6-Contact
- 7-Bitten
- 8-Scars
- 9-Play
- 10-Invitation
- 11-Abduction
- 12-Obedience
- 13-Tease
- 14-Learning
- 15-Venture
- 16-Protecting
- 17-Mistakes
- 18-Visit
- 19-Impromptu
- 20-Trigger
- 21-Healing
- 11
- 12
- 13
Once more, a special thanks to Mazama for correcting my awful French!
Hey everyone! I finally have the next chapter ready, so here you go! Continuation of the little cliffhanger in the last chapter :P
Chapter Twelve
Harry’s face was a constant tomato red as he leaned his back against the wall for support, eying Severus’ turned back nervously. Wondering how in the world he was supposed to do this with someone in the room with him. Even when he’d fooled around with Draco they’d never gotten even close to the point of fondling either themselves or each other - only heated kisses and a bit of heavy petting.
Severus smirked to himself, able to practically feel the younger man’s nervousness. “You need not worry, pet, I will not turn back around unless you ask me to do so.”
Inhaling deeply and then exhaling, Harry nodded, though he knew Severus couldn’t see him. He could trust the man to keep his word. With shaking hands he reached for the hem of his boxer briefs and started to tug them down.
“Stop.”
The younger green-eyed wizard froze at the snapped command, swallowing convulsively and raising his eyes. Why’d he tell him to stop? “S-Severus?”
“Don’t touch your cock yet,” Severus instructed in a low, seductive voice that slid through the air like fine silk. “I want you to touch your lips first.”
“Wha-” How in the world had he known Harry was going to go straight for his swollen erection? Was his hearing so good that he could discern even the small rustling of fabric, or did the Dom just know him that well?
“Don’t question. Just do it. Use two of your fingers.”
Frowning, Harry nevertheless did as the older man bade him, touching his lips with two fingers and then stroking them back and forth. It wasn’t so bad. Felt kind of good, actually.
“Now put them in your mouth.”
Flushing, but beginning to understand where this little command and obey session was going, Harry did as he was told and slipped his fingers into his mouth, laving them with his tongue and thoroughly coating them in his saliva.
“Suck, pet.”
So Harry did, making embarrassing slurping noises as his chest heaved, shivering as his groin grew hot in response to the embarrassment of the dirty act and the sounds it made in the small room.
“Now bite.”
Whimpering , the younger wizard put his teeth on his fingers and softly bit down.
“Harder.”
With another, louder whimper, Harry squeezed his eyes shut and clamped his teeth down across his fingers, hissing at the oh-so-wonderful pain.
“Now, Harry, I need you to tell me your safe word.”
Startled, Harry opened his eyes to stare at the back of the man’s head, brows furrowed as he slid his fingers out of his mouth, ignoring the saliva that dripped from them. “Are you … going to hurt me?” He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to take things that far just yet, especially when this was being done in a sexual situation. It was tempting, so tempting to let the Potions master come over and take control of him, do what he wanted, hurt him how he wanted, giving him no choice. But then, he also didn’t want that. It was too soon. He wasn’t ready for it.
“I will not be hurting you, no,” the older wizard replied. “You will be hurting yourself in whatever way I tell you to. Unless, of course, you feel this is going too far, too fast, or if you’re not comfortable with it. Then, all you need do is use your safe word. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.“ A thrill of anticipation crashed through him, setting his nerves on fire at the thought of what he was consenting to. Gods, did he like that thought, hurting himself as the Dom bade him. “My safe word is Firebolt, M-Severus.”
“Perfect … now put your fingers back in your mouth and add a third.”
Wetting his lips, Harry slipped the two he’d been sucking on before back into his mouth and then stretched it open wider to accommodate a third. It was uncomfortable having his lips stretched so far, but not unbearable, and he thought if he had to he could even fit a fourth finger inside.
“Push them in as far as they’ll go and hold them there.”
Harry’s throat convulsed as he complied, making small little huffing sounds around his fingers as he pushed them in as far back as he could - until his the crook between his thumb and first finger stopped him from inserting them further.
“Put your other hand on your throat just under your jaw.” He waited until he thought the dark-haired young man had complied before continuing in a husky voice. “Squeeze. Not too tight. I don’t want you passing out.” A slight choking sound met his instructions, followed by a series of labored wheezes that made Severus’ eyes darken. He hummed in appreciation and slipped his hand down to squeeze the bulge in his trousers, not even trying to disguise the movement. “All right. You may let go now.”
Harry gasped around the fingers in his mouth, then coughed wetly. That was … different. He’d never done something like that before. He liked the hand on his throat thing, but he wasn’t sure yet whether or not he liked having his air supply cut off like that. If he got the chance, he’d have to explore it later.
“Good boy,” Severus praised. “You’re doing well. Keep those fingers in your mouth and use that other hand to touch your chest.”
Touch his chest? How? Uncertain of what the other man meant, Harry trailed his hand down to the left side of his chest, shivering when he accidentally brushed his nipple. Maybe that’s what the older wizard meant? It felt surprisingly good, he noticed, and he started to rub his fingers over and around it, the little nub stiffening under the attention. He and Draco had never gotten this far. Before then, they’d both realized there wasn’t that kind of attraction between them.
“That’s it. Just like that, pet,” Severus breathed, imagining what the other wizard’s hand and fingers might be doing as he heard Harry‘s breathing pick up. “Don’t neglect the other one. It wants attention, too.”
Heat spreading rapidly beneath his skin, all of it seeming to be taking a one-way trip to his cock and balls, Harry moved his fingers to his other nipple, gasping at the ticklish, yet still arousing sensation as he flicked his finger back and forth over the tip of it. His right nipple was, oddly, more sensitive than the left.
“Pinch it hard, then pull it. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”
Cock twitching at just the thought of the pain and pleasure to come, Harry grabbed his nipple - hard, just as Severus ordered - and pulled. His head tipped back of its own volition as a desperate whine made it’s way past his fingers. He leaned further back against the wall, hardly noticing when his hips began to make small thrusting motions into the air in front of him. Merlin, it just felt so good!
Severus waited, counting the seconds in his head as Harry held his nipple stretched taut between his fingers. When he deemed it long enough, he ordered him to switch to the other one and do the same and was gratified to hear a quiet sob - not of distress, but of pleasure. There was no doubt, Harry was very much enjoying his obedience to Severus’ commands.
“Release it,” Severus murmured, squeezing his own erection again when Harry let out another, higher-pitched whimper followed by a sweet moan that may have sent him over the edge were it not for his grip on his throbbing erection. “How are you doing, pet?” he checked. He was answered with a groan and the corner of his lips lifted smugly. That was a “great” if he ever heard one. “Drag your nails across your chest and down your stomach. Lightly, first. Then do it harder. I want to see some red marks.”
Shuddering from the ache in his nipples and the compelling, seductive voice of the Potions master, Harry put his nails against his chest and pulled them across and then over and down the middle of his abdomen. His cock seemed to stretch toward his fingers, and he whined in want and thrust his hips out, angling his cock up toward his abdomen and hand, wanting to touch so badly.
“Not yet. Be patient. Move that hand back up.”
Visibly shaking, the younger wizard jerked his hand back up and started over, pressing his fingernails down into his skin until there was quite a pleasant sting. He scratched, and scratched, and scratched, keening in the back of his throat. His whines started coming more frequently and his legs trembled, threatening to fold. His dick was so swollen it was tenting his boxer briefs as if it would tear through the fabric.
“Pull your shorts down and spread your legs. I want you to be completely exposed so that if I were to turn around, I’d see everything.”
Harry groaned at the image that brought to mind, the sight of those deep, dark eyes devouring his naked body, taking in every aroused inch of him as he brought himself to orgasm by the man’s guidance. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth. He sucked harder, trying to keep it in, and heard a low moan from across the room.
Oh, he thought, he likes that.
Spurred on by the realization, he began to suck in earnest, moving his fingers in and out of his mouth and earning himself more quiet aroused sounds from the stoic former Potions professor, which only stirred his arousal to greater heights. Severus, he decided, had to have the sexiest voice in the entire UK. Maybe in the world.
I can’t believe this is happening, he thought as he slurped and sucked, thrust his fingers in and out, dragged the fingernails of his other hand over his abdomen and down almost to the base of his cock before moving them back up again, leaving pretty red marks all up and down and across his skin. He had no doubt a fair few of them would turn into welts. I can’t believe I’m doing this and Snape … Severus is getting off on it. I’m doing that to him.
“Pet.”
Harry hummed in response, waiting for the Dom’s next instruction.
“Reach between your legs and grab your balls - both of them. I want you to play with them, get them nice and full.”
They already were full. Fit to bursting, really, but Harry obeyed anyway. They were heavy in his palm as he gently squeezed and massaged them, rubbing the two sacs against one another. He’d never done much of this, playing with his testes while masturbating, but Merlin was it stimulating! It was getting hard to stand with all the sensations flowing through his body, but he wasn’t sure he should sit down.
“Sit if you need to.”
How in the hell does he do that? Harry wondered as he stubbornly leaned back further against the wall and locked his legs. Bloody mind reader.
“Now reach back behind your genitals and rub the spot between them and your hole. Trust me,” he purred, anticipating the younger man’s hesitation, “you’ll enjoy it.”
A little skeptical since he’d never tried touching himself in that spot before, Harry did as Severus said he should and exhaled on a wanton moan at the swirl of pleasure that shot through his ass, balls, and cock simultaneously when he rubbed and pressed down with a couple of his fingers. He did it a few more times, dripping pre-cum all down the underside of his hard length, panting and moaning and whining in the back of his throat as he thrust his hips and rubbed at that little spot and fucked his mouth with his fingers. So much stimulation. So much aching pleasure. Fuck, what was happening to him?
“Shall we continue?”
God, yes, Harry enthusiastically agreed. Continue. Do more. Never stop. Merlin, do I want to cum! Oh, Severrrruuuus, please make me cum!
“Take your fingers out of your mouth now and grab your cock, but don’t touch it more than that just yet.”
Sucking hard on his fingers one last time, Harry pulled them out, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He wrapped the slick fingers around his sex and had to forcibly stop himself from thrusting to completion in his hand at that very moment. “You’re such … a teasing … bastard,” he panted.
“You’re the one doing it, pet.”
“You’re telling me to do it!”
“Yes I am.“ Severus chuckled at the indignant tone of the other wizard’s voice, as if he’d had no other choice but to obey when they both knew that wasn’t true.
“Please … please, Severus … no more teasing. I can’t take much more.”
“Oh, I think you can …”
Harry groaned, his head thumping back against the wall in frustration. He wanted to bloody-well cum, damn it! “Fuck …” But he didn’t want to disobey.
Smirking, Severus relented. “Very well, but I want you to keep squeezing your balls while you get yourself off. Make it last as long as possible.”
“Mmmm … hmm …” Harry agreed, already gathering up the heavy sacs in his hand and starting to squeeze them while he stroked his engorged shaft. It pulsed and throbbed in his hand, no doubt wanting to cum just as much as he did.
“Squeeze harder, pet. Tug on them. Make them hurt.”
And Harry did, his breaths coming short and sharp, his whines of pleasure becoming increasingly louder. Although it was good - more than good - he couldn’t help wishing it was Severus doing it to him, even as he knew he wasn’t ready for that since he was still hesitating about committing himself to being the Dominant’s submissive.
Wanting more - to feel more, to hurt more, to please more - just more, Harry sharply tugged down on his genitalia, shrieking when the pain was greater than he thought it would be. His cock gave a huge, shameless throb of ecstasy and shot pre-cum from its slit. Shit, he had no idea pain like that … in an area like that, could feel so amazing.
Severus hummed appreciatively as he rubbed at his hard organ through his clothes. “Such a beautiful sound.”
“Mmmm … Mast-” Harry snapped his teeth together before that title could escape him.
But why? he wondered, so struck by the thought that he completely stopped stroking himself. Why was he hesitating so much, especially after his revelation the other night? He trusted Severus. He knew the man wouldn’t hurt him more than what he wanted. He was attracted to him and Severus seemed to be attracted in a similar way. Nothing so far had made him feel as if being Severus’ submissive would be a bad idea. Even the thought of Lucius being involved with the Potions master didn’t make that much of a difference. If Harry didn’t want to let Lucius into his dynamic with Severus, he didn’t have to, he’d just need to keep in mind that Lucius and Severus were together and would continue to be together for however long his relationship with Severus lasted.
Just … screw it. “Master,” he whispered his acceptance, at least to himself. A flood of rightness washed through him and he smiled, glad the other wizard had his back turned and couldn’t see.
The corners of Severus‘ lips lifted into a content smile when he heard the younger man‘s admission. Whatever details they needed to hammer out for their relationship to work didn’t seem to matter now. The other wizard was already his.
“Now move your hands faster. I want to hear the sounds as you jerk off from over here.”
“O-Oh gods … Severus!” Harry whined, moaning and whimpering on every exhale, stroking himself harder and faster, squeezing and tugging at his testes as they grew tense and began to throb along with his dick, the pain and pleasure mixing together until he couldn‘t tell one from the other. “Oh fuck … fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
“Cum for me,” Severus commanded huskily, his own chest heaving with sharp arousal.
Harry’s body arched and twisted in orgasm, ejaculate erupting from him almost violently, coating his abdomen and crotch and dripping in a copious amount onto the hardwood floor as he screamed. He’d never felt such intense pleasure from his own masturbation. Severus was on another level entirely.
Legs too shaky to keep him upright, Harry slid down the wall to the floor, still panting, mouth dry with residual pleasure and green eyes unfocused. Contentment wrapped him up like a warm blanket.
Once he‘d got his breath back, he licked his lips and looked over at the Potions master, whose back was still turned to him. “Master?”
Severus shifted and tilted his head, not enough to see anything, but enough to let the young man know he’d heard. “I know. We’ll discuss the details at dinner.”
Blushing, Harry looked down and suddenly realized he was the only one who had gotten release. Surely the Dom needed it, too. “Severus … don’t you … I mean, don’t you need to …?”
“Do not worry about me. Listening to your screams was enough. Your voice is very attractive. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of hearing it.”
Not knowing what to say to that, Harry shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. I couldn’t really help it anyway … it felt really good.”
Severus hummed. “You should get cleaned up and dressed.”
Harry grinned, more relaxed now, and pushed himself up the wall. “Right.” With a simple flick of his wand and a silent scurgify, the filth of his release disappeared.
Before he could reach down to pull up his boxer briefs, though, Severus spoke. “Wait.”
“Why?”
“Would you allow me to dress you?”
Harry hesitated for only a moment before nodding his consent. “O-Okay.”
After all, it wouldn’t hurt to let the man do it if he really wanted to, and it seemed Severus truly did.
Given the go ahead, Severus turned to face the submissive - his submissive - the fire of lust flaring brightly in his eyes at the debauched sight of the messy-haired wizard. His lips were swollen, his skin still flushed with residual pleasure, his pink nipples still peaked, and fine red lines covering his chest and abdomen.
Harry closed his eyes when Severus turned around and tried not to fidget as he felt the man’s gaze upon every inch of his naked body. He wondered what the Potions master thought of him. Now that he’d seen all of him … seen him in such a vulnerable state … did he still find him attractive? Was he still good enough for the Dominant male?
Then he heard footsteps coming toward him and opened his eyes to find Severus kneeling before him, his hands tugging his boxer briefs up his legs and hips, and tucking his flaccid member away. He then retrieved the clothes Harry was supposed to try on.
With his consent or not, it didn’t stop Harry from feeling a bit like a child as the man held open the button-up shirt for him to slip his arms through the sleeves. It was a novel feeling, being dressed. Aunt Petunia had dressed him as a child, but her hands were cold and rough and she had no qualms about slapping the side of his head if he didn’t get his arms, legs, or head through the right hole. Severus, though … he patiently held it out to him and even adjusted the way it laid across his shoulders so the buttons were parallel to their correct buttonhole. Then those deft, slender fingers were sliding the buttons into their proper slot, moving quickly down his chest and stomach, but leaving the top three buttons undone. Harry squirmed. It was tighter than he was used to.
“Put your foot through here,” Severus said, drawing his attention down to where the man was kneeling, the slacks held out for him.
Harry did as he was told, hand against the wall for support as Severus shimmied the pant leg up until his foot emerged from the bottom. Then he set his foot back on the ground and lifted the other. His breath caught when Severus paused, his mouth near the top of his thigh, and raised his eyes in a silent request for permission, which Harry gave with an almost imperceptible nod and the man kissed the top of his thigh.
“S-Severus …” Harry groaned, not expecting the tingling warmth that permeated the spot from the innocent touch or the valiant twitch his cock gave in response even though he’d just had such an amazing orgasm.
Smiling deviously, Severus pressed another kiss, this one open-mouthed, to the top of the same thigh and then pulled his pants all the way up. He finished zipping and buttoning them and then stepped back to view the clothes he had chosen for the dark-haired beauty. “A few adjustments need to be made, but the tailor will attend to that. Perhaps we should find a belt for you to wear … a choker, too. Give you something to decorate that pretty neck of yours. It will do until I am able to purchase a collar.”
Unsure of the young man’s reaction to the revelation that he would be expected to wear a collar, he breathed a sigh of relief and let himself relax when Harry’s eyes filled with longing combined with unmistakable desire. He cupped the other wizard’s cheek, tracing his soft lips with his thumb, lingering for a few seconds longer than he would have dared only minutes before, and then turned toward the door.
“I’ll call the tailor in. Wait here.”
Harry nodded, moistening his dry lips. “Yes, sir.”
Severus returned a few moments later with Mrs. Dubois. She didn’t seem in the least surprised or embarrassed by the activities she had to have known he and Severus had been engaged in. Instead, she simply got down to work, pinning where his clothes would need to be altered, consulting Severus on a few details - a design she wanted to work into the white cloth - and then giving him permission to change back into his original clothes. Again, he allowed Severus to change him, marveling at the care and tenderness with which the Potions master handled the task.
When they were finished, Severus retrieved the clothes for their date that night and took Harry’s hand, leading him out of the small room. He handed the clothes to Miss Dubois. “Enchanté, Mademoiselle Dubois,” he said with a polite bow.
She smiled in acknowledgement. “I’ll have ze alterations finished wissin ze ‘our. Feel free to browze ze rest of ze store while you wait, Monsieur Snape, Monsieur Potter.”
Still holding Harry’s hand, the Potions master led him over to a collection of men’s necklaces. “Pick one. Whatever you like,” he urged, gesturing at the display.
Harry glanced over them, trying hard not to gape at the extravagant prices. His aunt and uncle would have killed him if he went for anything more expensive than the cheapest, and Ron would have been appalled at his selfishness in asking for something so extravagant. After a few moments, he made his decision and pointed out the cheapest of the lot. “That one?”
Severus picked up the box, barely even glancing at the necklace inside, and then looked over at him sternly. “Not this one. Pick again.”
“B-But-”
“Not this one,” Severus repeated. “Pick one you like, pet. I am not in the habit of repeating myself.”
Thoroughly chastised, Harry returned to one that had caught his eye earlier and shyly handed it over. It was made of black leather with a silver clasp and a rectangular silver pendant with the image of a rising phoenix emblazoned in gold with tiny emeralds for eyes. It was probably one of the most expensive pieces of the lot.
Removing the necklace from the box, Severus held it up for inspection. Harry found himself holding his breath. He didn’t usually care what others thought about the things he liked, but he suddenly really wanted Severus’ approval.
“Come here,” Severus beckoned, "let me see it on you.”
Harry took a single step forward, closing his eyes as Severus looped the leather band around his neck. Those thin lips were only a few scant centimeters from his left eye, sending warm breath beating against his skin and warm flutters spiraling around his stomach and up into his throat. It was somewhat frightening, just how much he liked having the man near him, how good it felt to have Severus touch him - even as little as the pads of his fingers brushing against the back of his neck as the older wizard did up the clasp.
A small sound of regret escaped him along with his breath when Severus moved away, already missing the man’s heat. He opened his eyes and saw the Potions master’s gaze focused entirely on him. Severus’ gaze was intense.
He had always found being stared at uncomfortable, but with Severus, the feeling of discomfort was different. Being stared at by strangers always made him feel like some kind of animal in a zoo. When Severus stared at him, though, he felt … self-conscious, nervous - though not in a bad way - and even a little hopeful that the man might do something. So much different from when strangers stared and pointed. He wanted Severus’ dark eyes on him.
“W-Well?” he asked, fidgeting.
“It would look better with your new clothes, but I think it will do. It matches you quite well.”
“Does that mean … you like it?”
“I told you to get-”
“What I liked,” Harry finished for him, blushing when the older man raised a thin eyebrow at him. “I just … I want your approval.” Realizing just how silly that sounded, he dropped his head to his chest, embarrassed.
Understanding the young man’s train of thought, Severus gently tilted his chin back up until Harry’s bright green eyes looked into his own. “You have it, pet. I am not going to ask you to change your likes and dislikes. Your Master I may become, but I will never ask you to give up what makes you an individual. If I wanted someone whose likes and dislikes mirrored my own, I would develop a clone.”
“You can do that?”
“Possibly,” Severus answered, smirking at the shift in Harry’s mood and the shining interest in his eyes. “I have never tried.” Spotting the man who had escorted them inside, Severus excused himself to go talk to him.
Silently marveling to himself at the amount the man was willing to spend on him, though Harry wasn’t in the least low on galleons, he reached his hand up to his throat and shivered as his fingers encountered the silver pendant. Severus was … considerate. No, perhaps that wasn’t the right word. Generous. Kind. He was willing to buy Harry clothes, jewelry, and shoes for the date that he hadn’t even set up. He was … a gentleman, even to Harry, who was a man like Severus and truly didn’t warrant such spoiling.
What did it mean to be a Dom? Harry asked himself. The way Severus was acting, it wasn’t all about orders or rules or dominating him. But then, what did it mean? The older wizard had punished him when he needed it, comforted him after the punishment was over, agreed to go on a date with him, took him out to buy an appropriate outfit, helped with his arousal without asking the same in return, dressed him, bought him a gift … what was the meaning of all that? Severus was … taking care of him. Was that what it meant? Did that mean the Potions master was offering to take care of him?
“Harry,” Severus called, bending down until they were at eye level.
“Huh? What?”
“You didn’t hear me?”
“Er … no. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
“That’s quite all right. You looked deep in thought. Here,” he said, holding out a pair of dress shoes. “Try these on.”
He knelt down to untie his shoes, frowning as he did so. “Severus … can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Why are you doing all of this?”
“Does there need to be a reason?” Severus inquired, handing over the right dress shoe when Harry kicked the corresponding sneaker from his foot.
A little put out that the Potions professor was avoiding answering his question, Harry morosely shook his head. “I guess not. It just seems like an awful lot of trouble to go through for a first date, doesn’t it?”
Smiling at the younger man as he kicked off his other sneaker, Severus knelt down next to him and handed over the left dress shoe. “Not at all, Mr. Potter. I enjoy spending time with you, spending money for both my own and your benefit. Is it so strange that I would wish to dote upon the man whom I intend to make my submissive partner?”
“Not … strange. I’m just not used to it.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“A little.”
“Would you prefer if I didn’t?”
“I … you’re doing it because … it’s something you want to do, right?”
“That is correct. It is a gift. A courting gift, if you would. A means to show that I can and will provide for you should you choose to enter into a relationship with me.”
“B-But I haven’t given you anything. I don’t-”
“What I want from you, Mr. Potter, is not something you could buy. I am not doing this in order to make you feel indebted toward me. I have no interest in your fame or your money or the pleasures your body could provide for me, although I would not object to indulging in the last when occasion calls for it, or else when you are comfortable engaging in a fully committed and sexual relationship. What I want is simply your trust, your willingness to allow me to care for your needs, and your devotion.”
Standing again, Severus offered his hand. Harry took it with only a slight hesitation and the Potions master pulled him to his feet.
“Walk around in those for a bit, see if they’re comfortable.”
“O-Okay. Severus?”
Severus was walking toward the shoe section to find a pair for himself, listening with half an ear to the young sub. “What is it, pet?”
“Thank you.”
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