[ It's a process, staying quiet, but moreover staying receptive. He takes a deeper breath in as her hands slide up his body and over his arms, a little unsteady for the pressure in the grind elsewhere, lets it back out even more unevenly but a little faster. He doesn't look as worried as he might have a couple minutes ago - if he did - but he's still definitely processing. That's going to be a process for a while.
But as ever, particularly when he's not talking, he's watching her carefully, observing the little and more obvious movements. It's not out of distrust, just because he likes to, likes trying to anticipate what's coming, likes having something to concentrate on, at least a little bit. Where his lips had been pressed together before, because she said not to talk and he's working on it, they part with a quick inhale as she starts to uncover those sensitivities she was looking for. ]
[ She can feel his eyes on her. It's good, in it's way, because she generally finds it rather flattering when he's watching her. It speaks to his liking of her, and of her form, and she's got a little bit of a vain streak on occasion. Besides which it's just gratifying to have his attention so focused, to be able to accomplish that.
She's putting a fair amount of effort into manipulating his sensitivities, moving back up to his pulse here and there, the aim of her mouth drifting a bit lower a few times. Whatever her future plans are, for the moment her goal seems to be simply getting him thoroughly aroused in every way she can, hands moving down to slide slowly up and down his thighs. ]
[ It does take an awful lot of doing to capture his attention so distinctly and completely. She probably ought to take some measure of satisfaction or pride from the ability to do it almost whenever she wants.
She's doing a pretty damn fine job of it, all things considered. She occasionally hits a spot more sensitive than another and not talking just means he has more time to try not to make noises and fail, little ones that are clearly escaping despite the effort to prevent them. He shifts his hips a little bit, arousal gradually becoming more obvious with the movement of her hands and the attention from her mouth. ]
[ She totally does take more than a little satisfaction and pride from that particular achievement, no worries. It's not something everyone can do, and she's well aware of that.
God, those noises are so good. She loves them, the smallness of them that means he's trying to hold them back and can't, the shift of him against her. There's no pause from her, shifting herself further down so that she's kneeling between his legs, mouth on the skin of his stomach as she follows the path of his muscles further down. ]
[ Those noises are just going to get more frequent, as she shifts lower, because he can't really help himself. He was all worked up initially and then got really angry and then really anxious and confused and sort of sad and now he's sort of really worked up again and it's just been a lot of feelings, okay. But the noises are sounding closer and closer to words, or at least sentences, even if they're still technically neither. He's not saying anything, he's just not saying anything in a way that sounds like he's saying something. He just really likes blow jobs, okay, and it seems like that's what she's about to do, at least a little bit, maybe, and either way she's near to a part of his anatomy that's getting quite excited again, following his twitching muscles down. He's trying to listen to her, really, he is. He's working on it. ]
[ She glances up at him at one of those noises that sounds more and more like words, gives him a look that's somewhere between reproving and slightly amused before she lets her hands slide up his thighs and just rest there right where his legs meet his torso, moves her mouth further down until she can slide it around him, tongue at work as she starts out slow and small, just moving slowly up and down the top few inches of his cock. ]
[ Yeah that's not going to last long at all. He gets much quieter at that look, but she was right in her estimations in regards to how long he could go without saying anything. Actually she probably accelerated them - and knows she did - with this course of action, but it's not like he cares whatsoever. ] Ahh, fuck. Wait, shit, no. I'm not- [ Talking. Who's talking? He's not talking, he's biting his lips and looking up at the ceiling. He's totally not talking. ]
[ God, she loves that. She loves the rasp to his voice and every tension in his body right now, even if he's totally talking and she told him not to and now she has to stop, take her mouth off of him, hands spread out on either side of his hips as she looks up at him. ] Tony. [ Soft but firm. One warning, that's all he gets here. Even if she loved the self correction, the way he's not watching. She wants to make him watch, waits until he's looking down at her to take him back in her mouth. ]
[ It takes a few seconds, because he's busy looking vaguely guilty at the ceiling. He let out the rest of a frustrated breath when she moved away from him, tensed his arms against the restraints because dammit that was all on him and he's more or less giving in to this part of their interaction now because it means he can put off processing the first part for that much longer.
But she doesn't say anything else, and he can feel her watching him, so he carefully looks back down at her, makes eye contact and wow he can already tell that's what she was waiting on from the look on her face, that's not even fair. She moves back down and starts again and he has to watch, not just because she's basically making him but just because the sight of it is something that needs to be watched, even if it draws a slightly higher hum from the back of his throat in the process. ]
[ She's okay with him putting off thoroughly processing it for a bit. Hopefully some of it's processing in his subconscious at least a little bit right now, and then later it might be a little easier to think over once he's had some time to let it settle.
Also she just really wants to get him off, now, wants to make him watch her enjoy herself getting him off, because she loves that noise he's making and she loves the look on his face right now and she loves making him make that noise and that face and feel good. God, but he's beautiful, and her hands are running down his legs and back up to his hips in appreciation of just how much she appreciates having him under her, even as she slowly starts working more with her mouth, taking him a little further in before sliding him out and then repeating the process, slowly. ]
[ Yeah, it's probably using whatever processing power his subconscious has to 100% going 'what the fuck just happened down here'. That'll be fun once it reconciles and rises to the surface.
He manages to watch that for all of about two and a half repetitions, the sound getting gradually more crackley or broken until he's actually almost being quiet, until he just blurts out: ] Gag me. Again, please, I can't - you said no talking and I can't, I can't 'no talking', I really can't, and I don't want you to stop again - I don't want you to stop now, but I'd rather you stop now than you stop later when you're further down or doing anything with my balls or, fuck, even further back, or literally anything more than what you're already doing, because I'm going to start talking just like this once you are and I won't be able to stop, just like this when you do and really you should be proud I can make this sort of tactical decision right now. [ Was that all one breath? Maybe it was two, or even two and a half, but it sure sounded like all one breath. He's still watching her, he hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from the sight of her, but there's a real plea in the request. ]
[ She stops as soon as he starts talking, just rests on her hands and watches him with eyes dark and blown, something almost like a smile at the edges of her mouth. She can't say she wasn't expecting something like this, but he's being even more vehement than she'd expected and she loves the urgency in his voice, the way the words almost bleed together in his haste. ]
Okay. [ All she says as she moves back up for a bit, knees bracketing him as she reaches for the gag again, holds it loosely in one hand while she leans down to kiss him again, as hard as she can. It takes a little bit to pull back from that, but when she does she starts to settle the gag back in place, still watching him intently, still smiling a little. She doesn't talk again until it's settled, when she taps the side of her head. ] You know the safeword. Don't look away. [ And she's sliding back down his body again. ]
[ He figured she would stop then, doesn't even change the tone in his voice or slow down when she starts to just watch him plead with her with that somewhat amused look on her face. He doesn't even care, okay. As long as she's listening and she does it and then goes back to what she was doing, he doesn't care.
The kiss he isn't quite expecting beforehand, and he can taste himself - a little bit - on her mouth, but he doesn't care about that either. He opens up for her and fights her back just enough to make it fun, to make her push him down harder. His mouth is still open, kind of lagging in the aftermath of it, when she's placing the gag in and that was fast but it was what he asked for so he can't complain.
His eyes had closed at some point, but they open as she finishes settling it, and she's watching him again with that same look on her face and this time he feels a little vulnerable for whatever reason but he does his level best to keep that off his face. And then it's his turn to watch her, nodding in response to her statements, even though it's unnecessary - he's paying attention to every single thing she does right now, eyes once again glued to her as she moves back down. ]
[ She likes that fight in him, likes pushing him down into the pillow and tasting his mouth, letting him taste himself on her tongue. It's a nice feeling, the resistance good even if they both know what the ultimate outcome will be. The look of the result on him is good, and the gag somehow just completes it. She could stand to watch that a little bit longer, and her eyes are still on him as she's moving slowly back down, except for the moments she pauses to press a kiss to his chest, his stomach, the trail of muscles leading downwards. ]
Mine. [ It's a soft whisper against the flat of his stomach, almost inaudible, and then her hands are resting on his thighs again, one last glance up at him in serious attention before she takes him back in her mouth, lets her tongue swirl around him. ]
[ He's working on catching his breath again as she starts to move back down, an attempt that could be going better. It's not helping that he's tensing further and further as she moves, lifting his head to watch her because he has to because he just does and also because she told him to. That's another really good reason.
And he's all but vibrating by the time she leaves that whisper at his stomach, and it was quiet and barely there but he heard it because he doesn't have anything better to do right now than listen to her and wasn't that the point of all of this anyway. He hears it and freezes, still tensed, but that's different, what she just said and the context because she might have said it before - he honestly doesn't remember - but it means something different now, in his opinion. He's forgotten to breathe from the weight of the added meaning, and he catches her glance, eyes dark and a little wide, and still doesn't know what to do with it. Right now he's just glad she waited to say it until he couldn't talk, because he definitely would have said something.
Being wrapped up in that means that means that when she does take him back in, he suddenly realizes he hasn't been breathing, sucks in a big breath through his nose to make up for it, blinking and refocusing on her. He's paying attention, honest. Just a little sidetracked, but he won't be again. ]
[ And she can feel all of that tension, through her mouth and her hands on his legs. That's lovely, right there, and she wants to keep it, and she can feel the shift of its quality when she whispers that mine, see him react to it visibly. She's never really had the guts to say it out loud before, not to him because it's not really about possessing him and she worries about how it would be taken. But right now, she thinks - right now maybe he'll understand what she means by it.
Hers, in the sense that he is the most important thing to her. That she is going to look out for him in whatever way she can for as long as he'll let her. That seeing him like this, watching him give himself over to her, is one of the most beautiful things she's seen. That every time he gives her his trust she dedicates herself to ensuring she's worthy of it.
She can hear that breath and it just fuels her, moving her mouth back off of him but just so that she can run her tongue along all of him, one hand sliding up so she can slide fingers under his balls, give him another place to get sensation from as she works at making sure that every inch of him has felt her tongue's attention. ]
[ Honestly he doesn't mind the possessive ring to it. He doesn't mind being hers in both senses of the word, because in his opinion the possession is actually a little easier to live up to and with because as much as he loves giving himself to her, it's a totally brand new notion that that might actually be all that she wants, that it might be enough. He's more comfortable being a possession than he is being the prize. But regardless, she has his trust, certainly - it's what just now prompted him to keep listening to her after being tricked, when he clearly didn't want to, the trust that if she was going to do all of that then it was something she considered important enough to risk pissing him off like that.
It's really hard not to jerk his hips up when she slides her fingers up under him like that, and all the muscles in his pelvis tense again with the effort, because she's holding his balls and has her tongue everywhere and he was totally right earlier when he said he wouldn't want her to stop later, at all. He has no idea if he can even handle it, but he knows he doesn't want her to stop, works to keep his head up so he can watch her even though right now he'd like to just let it fall back to bounce off the mattress. ]
[ That's probably a good thing to mention to her at some point, because she has a fear of laying claim to anything too thoroughly, is always a little certain that it will vanish shortly afterwards. But him - she wants to, with him, and that's a little scary to her.
Right now though she's concentrating on her technique, here, and clearly she's on the right path because she can feel how his muscles just tensed beautifully. That was rewarding, she could do with having that again. She keeps her fingers moving, back and forth and seeing what combination of touching him gets the most reaction, and after a little bit she slides her mouth back around him, hums around him as she starts a slow motion. ]
most unrealistic part of im3: that absolutely no one recognised him except gary
[ He's pretty sure she would hunt him down if he went anywhere. Actually a fair handful of people would probably do that, if he managed to last in anonymity for any definable length of time in the first place. He doesn't have any plans on it either way though, so she doesn't need to worry.
That makes him try to gasp around the gag, and while that has limited success, his reaction is pretty clear - she's well on the right track. He can feel himself starting to get closer, and he'd try and let her know but he's not quite that close and she'll know when he starts to draw up towards himself anyway. She's only intensifying the need to push up though, and he vents a little bit of the frustration at not being able to by pulling on the arm restraints. ]
[ If she didn't know why, yeah she would. She'd be after him in a heartbeat, just to ensure that he was alive and all right. But if he chose to leave, if it was what he wanted - she can't deny him what he truly desires. Even if it goes against everything she wants or needs.
Her free hand goes to one hip, presses down with enough force that if he wants to try to push up he can. It won't go anywhere or disturb her, but it might release a little bit of the tension he's feeling. Otherwise she's quite occupied, starting to set up a real rhythm with the slide of her mouth around him as her fingers trail down further, exploring muscles and skin that she tends to leave without quite as much attention paid to them because right now she feels like giving him a whole range of experiences. Plenty to keep his mind on. ]
[ Oh, he appreciates that free hand pressing down, almost immediately presses up against it in return because yes that was what was necessary, and that helps, that helps a lot. It's not as though nothing else she's doing is helping too though - she settles into rhythm and he isn't sure how to handle the regularity (although if there were no rhythm then the arbitrary aspect of it would have a similar effect). She starts to trail down further to areas that aren't quite used to that much stimulation, much less any, and he can't, he drops his head back and closes his eyes for a few seconds because the stimulation all comes together and it's a lot, and all of that with watching her make all of that happen is a lot, and what they talked about is a lot, and as much as he loves all of this - like really, this is... this is amazing - he'd almost half like to come and be finished, because he's exhausted and it's all just really a lot. ]
he knew his job and he fulfilled it with great intent
[ She likes the pressure of his hips against her hand too, because it's just another tangible way that she can measure the effect she's having on him and that makes her happy, makes her want to get even more out of him. But for right she's just going to keep up with what she's doing, because between his head falling back and everything she can feel coming off of him she can tell he's not far off now. Just a little bit further, and she's putting a fair amount of effort now into ensuring that the coming orgasm is going to be as overwhelming as she can make it for him, so that he's tired enough to stop trying to think in the aftermath. ]
[ He is so close to it now, pulling and pushing and straining and resisting and feeling and everything. Everything's on fire in a weirdly pleasant kind of way, and he can't stand it, head straining just as hard back into the pillows as his eyes are shut because he doesn't want her looking at them anymore for a moment and he need to turn off one sense and that's the easiest.
It does, have the unfortunate side effect of then boosting the others, and suddenly everything is ramped up to eleven and he comes, a surprised growl in his chest and then back to rapid panting around the gag, because breathing. He's staying still, not opening his eyes, not talking. Not just yet. ]
[ She's okay with that straining back right now, because yeah sure she told him to watch but that he can't right now despite that order means a pretty overwhelming amount of sensation and she's proud of herself for that. That's pretty awesome.
She swallows around him, slowly pulls away and watches him for a long moment, just evaluating his expression and how he looks and everything about this moment because she likes this moment quite a lot. It was a good one, and she thinks she did a good job, and she wants to watch him take in the aftermath of it. She stirs after a long moment. ] I'm going to go get something to wipe you down with, okay? I'll be back in just a moment. [ But waiting, in case he has an objection or wants to be let out first. ]
slightly frightening enthusiasm, actually. also the rest after workkk
[ Yes, kudos to her for getting that much of a reaction. He's not totally sure how she did it, but it's almost made him willing to let her deliver a staggering emotional bombshell more often.
That's cool, just staying still and watching him for a little bit. He gets his breathing a little more regulated fairly quickly, more out of practice than for any other reason, and if she were doing a whole lot of fidgeting or moving around then that would have been much more difficult to do. His response to that is a fairly noncommittal grunt, still not really moving at all himself. But he did hear her, and he's not objecting, he's just not paying that much attention to the words right now. ]
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But as ever, particularly when he's not talking, he's watching her carefully, observing the little and more obvious movements. It's not out of distrust, just because he likes to, likes trying to anticipate what's coming, likes having something to concentrate on, at least a little bit. Where his lips had been pressed together before, because she said not to talk and he's working on it, they part with a quick inhale as she starts to uncover those sensitivities she was looking for. ]
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She's putting a fair amount of effort into manipulating his sensitivities, moving back up to his pulse here and there, the aim of her mouth drifting a bit lower a few times. Whatever her future plans are, for the moment her goal seems to be simply getting him thoroughly aroused in every way she can, hands moving down to slide slowly up and down his thighs. ]
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She's doing a pretty damn fine job of it, all things considered. She occasionally hits a spot more sensitive than another and not talking just means he has more time to try not to make noises and fail, little ones that are clearly escaping despite the effort to prevent them. He shifts his hips a little bit, arousal gradually becoming more obvious with the movement of her hands and the attention from her mouth. ]
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God, those noises are so good. She loves them, the smallness of them that means he's trying to hold them back and can't, the shift of him against her. There's no pause from her, shifting herself further down so that she's kneeling between his legs, mouth on the skin of his stomach as she follows the path of his muscles further down. ]
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But she doesn't say anything else, and he can feel her watching him, so he carefully looks back down at her, makes eye contact and wow he can already tell that's what she was waiting on from the look on her face, that's not even fair. She moves back down and starts again and he has to watch, not just because she's basically making him but just because the sight of it is something that needs to be watched, even if it draws a slightly higher hum from the back of his throat in the process. ]
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Also she just really wants to get him off, now, wants to make him watch her enjoy herself getting him off, because she loves that noise he's making and she loves the look on his face right now and she loves making him make that noise and that face and feel good. God, but he's beautiful, and her hands are running down his legs and back up to his hips in appreciation of just how much she appreciates having him under her, even as she slowly starts working more with her mouth, taking him a little further in before sliding him out and then repeating the process, slowly. ]
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He manages to watch that for all of about two and a half repetitions, the sound getting gradually more crackley or broken until he's actually almost being quiet, until he just blurts out: ] Gag me. Again, please, I can't - you said no talking and I can't, I can't 'no talking', I really can't, and I don't want you to stop again - I don't want you to stop now, but I'd rather you stop now than you stop later when you're further down or doing anything with my balls or, fuck, even further back, or literally anything more than what you're already doing, because I'm going to start talking just like this once you are and I won't be able to stop, just like this when you do and really you should be proud I can make this sort of tactical decision right now. [ Was that all one breath? Maybe it was two, or even two and a half, but it sure sounded like all one breath. He's still watching her, he hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from the sight of her, but there's a real plea in the request. ]
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Okay. [ All she says as she moves back up for a bit, knees bracketing him as she reaches for the gag again, holds it loosely in one hand while she leans down to kiss him again, as hard as she can. It takes a little bit to pull back from that, but when she does she starts to settle the gag back in place, still watching him intently, still smiling a little. She doesn't talk again until it's settled, when she taps the side of her head. ] You know the safeword. Don't look away. [ And she's sliding back down his body again. ]
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The kiss he isn't quite expecting beforehand, and he can taste himself - a little bit - on her mouth, but he doesn't care about that either. He opens up for her and fights her back just enough to make it fun, to make her push him down harder. His mouth is still open, kind of lagging in the aftermath of it, when she's placing the gag in and that was fast but it was what he asked for so he can't complain.
His eyes had closed at some point, but they open as she finishes settling it, and she's watching him again with that same look on her face and this time he feels a little vulnerable for whatever reason but he does his level best to keep that off his face. And then it's his turn to watch her, nodding in response to her statements, even though it's unnecessary - he's paying attention to every single thing she does right now, eyes once again glued to her as she moves back down. ]
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Mine. [ It's a soft whisper against the flat of his stomach, almost inaudible, and then her hands are resting on his thighs again, one last glance up at him in serious attention before she takes him back in her mouth, lets her tongue swirl around him. ]
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And he's all but vibrating by the time she leaves that whisper at his stomach, and it was quiet and barely there but he heard it because he doesn't have anything better to do right now than listen to her and wasn't that the point of all of this anyway. He hears it and freezes, still tensed, but that's different, what she just said and the context because she might have said it before - he honestly doesn't remember - but it means something different now, in his opinion. He's forgotten to breathe from the weight of the added meaning, and he catches her glance, eyes dark and a little wide, and still doesn't know what to do with it. Right now he's just glad she waited to say it until he couldn't talk, because he definitely would have said something.
Being wrapped up in that means that means that when she does take him back in, he suddenly realizes he hasn't been breathing, sucks in a big breath through his nose to make up for it, blinking and refocusing on her. He's paying attention, honest. Just a little sidetracked, but he won't be again. ]
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Hers, in the sense that he is the most important thing to her. That she is going to look out for him in whatever way she can for as long as he'll let her. That seeing him like this, watching him give himself over to her, is one of the most beautiful things she's seen. That every time he gives her his trust she dedicates herself to ensuring she's worthy of it.
She can hear that breath and it just fuels her, moving her mouth back off of him but just so that she can run her tongue along all of him, one hand sliding up so she can slide fingers under his balls, give him another place to get sensation from as she works at making sure that every inch of him has felt her tongue's attention. ]
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It's really hard not to jerk his hips up when she slides her fingers up under him like that, and all the muscles in his pelvis tense again with the effort, because she's holding his balls and has her tongue everywhere and he was totally right earlier when he said he wouldn't want her to stop later, at all. He has no idea if he can even handle it, but he knows he doesn't want her to stop, works to keep his head up so he can watch her even though right now he'd like to just let it fall back to bounce off the mattress. ]
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Right now though she's concentrating on her technique, here, and clearly she's on the right path because she can feel how his muscles just tensed beautifully. That was rewarding, she could do with having that again. She keeps her fingers moving, back and forth and seeing what combination of touching him gets the most reaction, and after a little bit she slides her mouth back around him, hums around him as she starts a slow motion. ]
most unrealistic part of im3: that absolutely no one recognised him except gary
That makes him try to gasp around the gag, and while that has limited success, his reaction is pretty clear - she's well on the right track. He can feel himself starting to get closer, and he'd try and let her know but he's not quite that close and she'll know when he starts to draw up towards himself anyway. She's only intensifying the need to push up though, and he vents a little bit of the frustration at not being able to by pulling on the arm restraints. ]
yes basically
Her free hand goes to one hip, presses down with enough force that if he wants to try to push up he can. It won't go anywhere or disturb her, but it might release a little bit of the tension he's feeling. Otherwise she's quite occupied, starting to set up a real rhythm with the slide of her mouth around him as her fingers trail down further, exploring muscles and skin that she tends to leave without quite as much attention paid to them because right now she feels like giving him a whole range of experiences. Plenty to keep his mind on. ]
and oh boy did gary make up for it
he knew his job and he fulfilled it with great intent
and ENTHUSIASM
It does, have the unfortunate side effect of then boosting the others, and suddenly everything is ramped up to eleven and he comes, a surprised growl in his chest and then back to rapid panting around the gag, because breathing. He's staying still, not opening his eyes, not talking. Not just yet. ]
so much enthusiasm oh my god
She swallows around him, slowly pulls away and watches him for a long moment, just evaluating his expression and how he looks and everything about this moment because she likes this moment quite a lot. It was a good one, and she thinks she did a good job, and she wants to watch him take in the aftermath of it. She stirs after a long moment. ] I'm going to go get something to wipe you down with, okay? I'll be back in just a moment. [ But waiting, in case he has an objection or wants to be let out first. ]
slightly frightening enthusiasm, actually. also the rest after workkk
That's cool, just staying still and watching him for a little bit. He gets his breathing a little more regulated fairly quickly, more out of practice than for any other reason, and if she were doing a whole lot of fidgeting or moving around then that would have been much more difficult to do. His response to that is a fairly noncommittal grunt, still not really moving at all himself. But he did hear her, and he's not objecting, he's just not paying that much attention to the words right now. ]
look he had to make up for everyone else's lack of enthusiasm
had to go back several comments to see whose enthusiasm we were even talking about
lmao me too
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