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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2020 22:34:40 GMT
An invisible tension that'd wound the air tight around Andrew fell away after Inara's compliments on the meal. It was strange, being on the receiving end of a dinner. Inara very rarely ate out, and even the few meals a week he was at his little studio apartment for, he'd either make something himself or have leftovers from the HomeGrown Restaurant (which he'd had a hand in making to begin with).
Inara liked it. Not in itself. He liked the... the emotions tied into it. That Andy made him something because he cared for Inara. There was something so intimate and lovely about cooking for someone you cared about, and Inara felt and hoped that Andy really cared about him.
With Andrew's relaxing, they fell into a gentle rhythm, taking turns to speak, adding to a conversation Inara adored every moment of. Each scrap of information about Andy and his past, Inara snatched like a thief and filed away, never to forget. He learned about Andy's childhood, how he'd taken care of so many younger sisters, and chimed in about his much less daunting history as an older brother to Arnim, Ardeshir and Ashem.
When their plates were empty, Andrew collected them and began tidying up. He had half a mind to help, but Andy was working efficiently enough that Inara thought he'd just get in the way, if anything. So instead, he crossed his arms on the island and leaned on them, watching Andrew bustle around so mundanely and thinking he would be content to do so forever.
Andrew shrugged off his loose flannel. He pushed up the sleeves of the shirt under it and Inara's attention was plucked up by the ink that was revealed - black-lined flowers that disappeared under the bunched cloth. Inara swallowed through a suddenly dry throat, very, headily curious about how far the ink climbed.
He was captivated by Andrew. Didn't realize until his boyfriend had turned to face him, leaning against the sink, that he'd abandoned his stool to drift nearer. Now Inara stood in the middle of the kitchen between island and cabinetry. He saw the fading bruises on Andy's neck from several nights before and decided that he'd have to refresh them - renew his brand on Andy's throat.
Inara nursed breath after breath like there was a weight on his ribcage, meeting Andrew's devilish eyes with a hungry pair of his own. But Inara's starved expression softened, his focus falling to Andy's partially bared arms. He closed the distance thoughtfully, plucked his boyfriend's hand up with one of his own and then traced the dark lines of the flowers etched on his skin with the fingers of the other.
"It's beautiful," he said, gently, and meant it with every fiber of his being. Inara leaned in, agonizingly slowly, and spread one, wet, adoring kiss to the tattoo on Andrew's neck. "Show me the rest of it," he murmured against his boyfriend's skin, then backed up a little. There wasn't anything inherently sultry about Inara's request. He was captivated by Andy's beauty, just like he'd said, and wanted to drown in it. |  . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 0:37:30 GMT
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tag: @inara // wordcount: 508
[attr="class","skep-img"]  [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"]  Andrew took the change of pace in stride, the embers that glowed beneath his skin dimming, tempered with a similar softness. He felt as if he might squirm under the attentions paid to him, his breath shuddering ever so slightly when Inara pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of his neck in a reenactment of the other night. His hands moved of their own accord, sliding appreciatively down the younger man's waist to his hips where they paused and stayed put. The hold was loose, so when his boyfriend backed away slightly he let his hands fall, releasing him without putting up a fight. A small shy smile found it's way to his lips, and he nodded wordlessly. [break][break]
Pulling the jumper off over his head ruffled his hair, and he did what he could to push it back out of his eyes. He deposited the clothing item on the counter next to the flannel. The black and white floral work climbed up his arm and to his shoulder where it formed a wreath, just beneath his collarbone. Beneath that sat a small heart with a circuit design over his left pectoral, the only real 'nerdy' tattoo he'd ever obtained. On the opposite side of his abdomen, peaking just above the waistband on his jeans, a simple star tattoo decorated his his hip bone. The opposite arm had a column of six triangles, with only the top shape filled in. His sisters, excluding Ari, all had a matching one, with the filled in triangle based on the order they were in oldest to youngest. Other than the floral one, that one had been his favorite.[break][break]
Andy reached forward to draw Inara closer once more, but stalled for a moment, instead taking his boyfriend's hands in his own while presenting his arms as if for appraisal. He bowed his head modestly, looking up through long lashes to watch and gauge Inara's reactions to the inky designs that littered his skin elsewhere. Knowing he was by no means an Adonis sculpted from marble, he did know he was lean from regular visits to the gym. Part of him was being laid bare now, and that was the source of his demure demeanor. The tattoos were really one of the first things he'd been able to do for himself instead of others, and they were intrinsic to him, even if not all of them held a meaning.[break][break]
After a few moments he spoke, voicing his reasoning. "I always did stuff for my mom or my sisters. This was the first thing I did for me." He recited softly, almost meekly. The moment seemed frozen in time from the second he'd removed his jumper, and time only seemed to crawl by following a involuntary shiver that moved through him. His skin appearing to have just noticed the loss of warmth the article of clothing provided. Andrew's lips pulled in a sheepish smile, and he cast his eyes down in embarrassment, color rising to his cheeks and painting them a rosy shade.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 2:53:25 GMT
Time shuddered and went perfectly still while Andrew pulled off his shirt and cast it aside. Inara looked carefully from one beautifully etched petal on his sleeve to the next, ending in a garland of it over his collarbone. Inara distantly noted more tattoos had been revealed, but he couldn't resist meeting Andrew's eyes any longer.
Andy's hands snagged Inara's own, showing his inked arms and looking bashfully up at him. He smiled faintly and drank in every square inch of Andrew, split halfway down the middle, between admiring the tattoos on his skin, and the skin it was on. Inara thought them both works of art, though the former was only art because of its canvas.
His boyfriend timidly explained a bit about how his tattoos were things he'd done for himself. That just reassured what Inara already sensed: how unimaginably intimate and vulnerable a moment this was. Inara shook his head, eyes shining slightly. "God, you're so beautiful."
Inara pulled the wrist of the arm with the sleeve of flowers on it up to his lips. Just like he'd done to the ink on Andrew's neck a few nights earlier, he began a slow, thorough, smoldering exploration of those flowers, up Andrew's forearm, the tender skin on the interior of his elbow, his bicep, over his shoulder, along his collarbone.
Inara pulled up Andrew's other arm, then and, putting together the symbolism of the triangles there, lavished only the filled symbol at the top of the row with his affections. Inara straightened for a moment, but stopped Andy's instinctive move in to clasp lips with two fingers lightly on his chin. Inara bent forward, moving his tapestry of kisses now over the tattoo spread over his left pectoral.
Only when the skin of it was entirely rosy from Inara's assault did he pause, peer up questioningly at Andrew, then lowered onto his knees and slowly, slowly sealed his lips over the star edging partially into view from his waistband. Inara kept his mouth pressed against the skin of Andrew's hip there, but widened them and massaged the interior of the star shape there with his tongue.
Somewhere through all the euphoria, Inara knit himself back together enough to pull away, look up at Andrew from his kneeling position and smile apologetically. "Sorry. I know- I know you said to be patient with you." Inara grabbed onto Andy's pelvic bones and used them as leverage to labor onto his feet again. "I swear I am. I just can't help it." Inara came to rest eye-to-eye with his boyfriend. | . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 4:41:39 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]cause andy
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[attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] The color in his cheeks only intensified at the words spoken to him. He resisted the urge to curl inward and shy away from the compliment, allowing Inara to maneuver him with a doll-like articulation. Andrew shuddered at the first worshipful kiss placed against the his forearm, and was nearly trembling when his partner met with the delicate skin over his collarbones. A soft, quivering whimper escaped him and he pressed his lips in a line to keep more from escaping. He had a momentary reprieve when his right arm was examined, and he smiled softly at the singular kiss planted on the shape meant to represent himself. As his boyfriend moved upright once more, he had an overwhelming urge to capture those lips for himself. He felt starved for attention, despite the affection generously paid to him just moments before. His movement stalled by the two fingers that gently held him back from his desire. The onslaught of sweetness continued without interruption to his chest where his heart was laid bare there before Inara, both figurative and literal.[break][break]
His thoughts, stagnant and sluggish before, jumped at the realization where the destination of those lips ended. Heat pooled in excess under his skin and burned white hot in his stomach. A slough of unwholesome feelings buffeted his resolve, and his breath hitched audibly. The look from Inara did nothing to cool the fire, only stoking the flames brighter. The slow, slow descent only served to torture him further, every cell of his being willing time to move forward faster. His hands moved of their own accord, gripping the lip of the counter with white knuckles to still himself. His efforts were in vain, and another involuntary shudder rippled through him with the contact.[break][break]
He was only barely able to still his thoughts in their advancement towards impurity spurred by just the sight of Inara kneeling before him. His voice was trapped within him, and it took some coaxing just to be able to speak once more. "It's okay." He whispered, voice quivering. He was a prisoner in his own body, only able to watch and not assist his boyfriend use his hips as leverage to stand up. Heart stammering, beating loud in his eyes, he let out a shaky breath and met the eyes leveled with his own. Words escaped him for a moment, as the smouldering embers cooled ever so slightly. "I...I." He started, voice falling away just as quickly and failing him once more. He took a deep breath to calm himself, looking through his lashes at Inara. "I did say I'd do anything for your forgiveness and I meant it." A pause, the fiery need coming back with a vengeance, showing clearly in his eyes. He couldn't put together a way to voice his desires, and the closest he managed was, "Anything."
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 15:15:26 GMT
Andrew may have had some level of desperate teasing in his words, but they burrowed into Inara's heart and broke it wide open. He closed his eyes against the tide of emotions and swayed nearer to his boyfriend, their eyelashes brushing, their lips a centimeter apart. Some part of both men knew they were on a ledge, and that to step off of it would mark a significant change in their relationship.
Inara felt a force of nature seize his chest. Down in the deepest, most primal essence of his being, a realization snapped together. But rather than surprise him, Inara felt like he'd known, somehow, since the moment he'd seen Andrew. "I..." he mumbled, "I think I love you." Then, he added, eyes opening, needing to look into Andy's while he said it. "No. I know I do. You don't have to say anything. I just had to tell you."
Andrew's mouth was crushing against Inara's, then. And his boyfriend moved them as they tenderly kissed through the penthouse apartment, a stumbling, embracing whole. They broke apart and Inara realized they were in Andy's bedroom. Their shoulders rose and fell with their laboring lungs. Inara took his turn to slowly peel his shirt from his back and let it fall to the floor.
Andy looked at him for a long, long moment. Then reached up and undid Inara's hair, letting it fall in a fountain of curls over his shoulders. Whatever last barricade of resolve, self-control or inhibition Andy had, he shattered with that, and their passion swept them up like a flood.
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Inara's knees framed Andy's hips on the bed. His right hand dug mercilessly into the tattoo-dusted skin of his boyfriend's left pectoral, above his heart. His left clutched Andrew's right to his own chest. Inara gasped in sharp ecstasy in that moment, when they joined. His skin glistened in the light-
Except they were in the dark.
Inara's eyes flashed open and took in the phenomenon. All around him, filling the air above the bed, stardust - azure, silver and gold - swirled like a nebula. It gathered on his skin like grains of moonlight, dusting his shoulders, neck and chiseled abdomen with freckles of luminescence. Inara's powers had never shown themselves like this before. But the kind of indescribable happiness and savage pleasure that sparked in his veins made it impossible to snuff the stardust out.
He looked down at Andrew, their eyes meeting. "I can explain," he started to say. Then another wave of euphoria wracked him. Inara's eyes rolled back into his head and he threw himself forward, torso crushing against Andy's, head buried in the mattress next to his head, over his shoulder, and Inara's arms wound under his boyfriend's chest, clutching him as though his life depended on it. "Later," he added in a whisper that was half a command that Andrew keep going, half a shameless plea. | . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 17:47:28 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","skep-holder"] [attr="class","skep-tiny"] [attr="class","skep-shape"] [attr="class","skep-shape-cont"] [attr="class","lyr1"]cause andy
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[attr="class","skep-img"] [attr="class","skep-content"] [attr="class","ray-img"] Sunlight filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows that bracketed his bed, catching the dust that swirled in the air. Bleary-eyed and only half awake, the motes reminded him fondly of how last night had ended. He smiled sleepily, snuggling closer to Inara and burying his face in the soft dark curls that splayed across the pillow. Andrew wasn't typically a late sleeper, and usually he was out of bed the minute he was awake. Today however he was convinced he could become one, reluctant to crawl out from the warm cocoon of sheets and blankets he'd trapped himself and Inara in. The latter of the two of them who was already up, bright and alert. Andy had wrapped around him in what he could only explain as a full body bear hug, effectively holding his boyfriend hostage in his arms, legs, and bed. He pressed a chaste kiss to the younger man's jaw, his stubble brushing the skin there.[break][break]
His mind wandered to last night, turning the word Inara had said to him over and over in his mind. Inara had said he didn't have to say it back, and that stuck with him. He felt a surge of anxiety well in his chest, that he attempted to stifle by burying his face in the crook of Inara's neck. Love. He felt guilt join the fears, followed promptly by an intense disgust with himself. Andy liked Inara, a lot. If their bed time activities were anything to go by, obscenely. But the word eluded him for the time being. He felt like he could though, given time to let his infatuation grow into love. In the short time they'd known eachother Inara had somehow managed to get Andy wrapped around his finger in a death grip. Thinking further about it he managed to assuage the growing discomfort he felt with himself, for the time being.[break][break]
"So...about the powers," Andy started, his voice still raspy with sleep. He'd been meaning to tell Inara, he just wasn't sure when it would come up, but all considering, their night together provided him an amazing segue. "I have something I need to explain too." He freed himself from their blanket burrito, and in turn, released Inara from his hold. Andy rose into a sitting position, still shirtless as the blanket fell off him, and dotted with pink, red, and nearly puple hickies. He focused his thoughts on what he remembered of Inara's powers, the bit that he'd been personally familiarized with and remembered. The motes that drifted through the rays of sunlight pouring in were outshined by the appearance of swirling stardust. Turning his gaze from the dancing grains of luminescence to Inara, he gave a sheepish smile. He gesticulated with his hands, and in a nearly sing-song voice said, "Surprise."[break][break]
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2020 18:55:07 GMT
Inara didn't think he'd ever slept so peacefully and contently as he had last night. There was a kind of restoration that happened beyond his body - like his soul had been refreshed and scrubbed clean, sharing that bed with Andrew. When he awoke, Inara watched the light of dawn blush into the room, entangled bodily by Andy, and the pair of them swaddled by the sheets and comforter.
He'd always been an insatiable morning person. Inara was grateful for that, just then. It meant he got to consciously delight in Andy's embrace - in every scrap of skin of his that pressed against his. Inara hadn't the faintest desire to get out of bed. Thought he could stay there forever. How was it that, even with Andy right there, arms and legs twined around him, Inara missed him?
Somewhere in his mesmerized haze of bone-deep contentment, Inara noticed Andy start to stir. He turned his head to look at his boyfriend, who answered the look by burrowing even more firmly against him. Inara took in a deep, lazy breath and shifted, twisting in the vice of Andy's limbs until their chests met.
Andrew's stubbled face scraped against Inara's smooth on, etching a kiss to his jaw. Then his face, formerly buried in Inara's hair, nuzzled against his neck with a fierceness. Inara had done more, that morning, than bask in the swelling of his heart. He'd thought back to the night's events, testing it thoughtfully with a clear mind to see if it was as magical as it'd been in the moment the morning after.
It was. And though Inara snagged on the confession that'd bubbled out of him, it was more for Andy's sake he mulled on it. Inara still felt completely confident in his admission. It was paradoxical and foolish and fast and so very, very unlike him: but Inara was sure down to the marrow of his bones that he loved Andrew. He just hoped that telling him didn't discomfort Andy in any way.
"So about the powers..."
Inara stiffened the slightest bit in Andrew's embrace.
"I have something I need to explain too."
Andy disentangled himself from Inara, and the younger man pushed up onto an elbow as his boyfriend rose into a kneeling position. If he wasn't so cautious and worried about what was about to happen, Inara would've felt a sense of arrogant smugness at the trail of countless bruises dotting Andy's skin. Inara, too, was riddled with those sinfully sore brands of his boyfriend's affection - particularly, he knew it'd be uncomfortable to sit for a few days.
Any thoughts were quickly driven from Inara's head. Replaced by widened eyes and unfiltered wonder as stardust churned and eddied through the air - similar to Inara's own distinct hues, but different. Where his was azure, the stardust drifting around Andrew was more teal; where his was gold, this was more bronze; where his was silver this was more mercurial. All things he acknowledged, but was much too stunned to really catalogue.
Inara slowly raised into his own seated position, the covers falling down to his mid-thighs, but far too focused on Andrew to care that he was now revealed to his boyfriend in far greater light and clarity than the night before. "How?" Inara said in wonder, and that was the only word he could think to say. His eyes, though, quenched any nervousness Andrew might've had. They were shining again, rimmed in tears of relief, because whatever this was - whatever Andy was showing him that he couldn't comprehend - it made it very clear that Inara's powers weren't any sort of hurdle that they'd have to overcome.
And, God, Andrew somehow looked even more gorgeous as the center of a galaxy of stardust in the full light of the morning sun than he had, laying himself bare the night before. | . . . you'd be on the new york time's best seller list. how to make a man dizzy with just one kiss. how to get the boy with just one look: baby, you could write a book . . . eos @andy
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2020 0:06:37 GMT
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There was a slight tension in Inara that Andy just barely managed to perceive before he'd sprung the surprise on him. Mentally kicking himself for not realizing how that conversation starter would've sounded to his boyfriend. He felt marginally better about it when Inara's face lit up with amazement, any worry he'd been carrying shocked out of him with Andy's revelation. The awed reaction filled Andy with a sort of bashfulness, and he cast his eyes down, long lashes fluttering as he did so. His eyes didn't stay glued to the sheets long, however. [break][break]
As Inara moved to a sitting position, Andy watched him with a quiet wonder of his own. The scene before him reminded him fondly the moment last night Andy had realized Inara had powers too. He couldn't stop a flush rising to his cheek at the mental image he kept jealously, nearly feeling the ghost of those fingernails digging into his skin so satisfyingly. He recalled the way the light had painted Inara with luminescent freckles, and the way he'd felt so enraptured in him at that moment his heart hurt. Similarly the glowing dust and the sunlight streaming into the room framed his companion angelically. He had to stop himself from reaching forward instinctively, afraid to ruin the moment somehow. Instead he was only released from his entrancement upon hearing Inara's response to his revelation.[break][break]
"How?"[break][break]
He struggled to answer that for a moment, but thinking back to his childhood gave him a way to explain it that Inara had to understand. "When you were a kid, did you ever annoy your brothers by copying everything they did?" He asked, fiddling with part of the sheet idly. Meeting Inara's eyes once more, he gave a soft, amused smile. Andy had gotten Addie so mad with it once she'd made direct eye contact with him as she dropped his favorite action figure in the wood stove. He'd been pretty upset at the time, but he could laugh about it now. "It's sort of like that. If we touch, I can copy your powers." Pulling back on his grasp of the power, the light show faded away. Still bathed in the pink and gold light from the window, he reached for his boyfriend and pulled him forward into his lap carefully. Burying his face once more this time against the younger man's throat, he pressed a lazy, wet kiss to his skin. [break][break]
With the same reverence paid to him, Andy had half a mind to make those beautiful dark marks on Inara's skin never go away for long. Slowly he worked his way up, teasing every once in a while with his teeth the sensitive skin around the neck. As he reached his boyfriend's jaw, he reached up and took Inara's chin in hand, firmly holding him there for a moment until he finally pressed his own lips against Inara's. He deepened the kiss softly, gently plying for dominance. His other hand curled itself in his boyfriend's hair, running his fingers through the satin waves. After a few moments he withdrew, giving him a quick peck on the chin before untangling his hands and holding the thighs framing his waist. "You're so gorgeous." He murmured, a toothy smile curling at his lips. "I need a shower." He added with a small laugh. He allowed himself to fall back on the mattress, almost a recreation of their night. Basking in the glory that came from watching the sunlight halo around his boyfriend's form above him, and still not fully ready to get out of bed, yet at the same time so restless. "I'm so sore though, I don't think I'll be able to get my back." The innocent grin turned into a sly smirk, and his eyes shined deviously.
[attr="class","boxo-notes"]i wish i could do the eyes emoji here
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2020 18:39:22 GMT
His amazement didn't falter while Andy meekly explained, but it was tinged with thoughtfulness. Maybe some people in this world of superhumans - those that put so much of their identity into their powers - might have felt betrayed or exploited by someone mimicking them without permission.
Inara, though, had never leaned into his ancestral abilities the same way his brothers did. They were just a rarely used skill or talent that he had that didn't have many uses in the passions he'd pursued with his life. There wasn't a moment where Inara was mad or hurt at Andy's copying.
Actually, it felt deeply intimate and romantic, to share his powers with Andy - via physical contact, no less. It was like Inara was able to hand his boyfriend a part of him that was intangible but very, very real. "That's incredible," Inara whispered in awe. "You're incredible."
Andy reached out his bare arms and pulled Inara to himself. For his part, Inara adjusted to help matters, soon straddling Andrew's waist, his sore, bruised rear seated on his boyfriend's thighs. Inara reached around Andrew and, being higher than him thanks to their positioning, braced the back of his head with a hand. Andy nuzzled in to kiss his neck and Inara tipped his head back, exposing more of it, a soft groan rolling from his chest.
More sounds of tortured content were pulled out of Inara by Andy's lips. Finally he took Inara's chin and turned it so they were eye-to-eye, holding Inara at bay there cruelly until he closed the distance with a long, passionate kiss. Each purse of their lips and lash of their tongues bled into the next until Andrew pulled away and called him gorgeous. Inara blushed and beamed at the same time, his soul soaring.
Andy fell on his back and Inara puts his own hands on his boyfriend's, which were digging into his hip bones beneath the shelf of oblique muscle that hung in sharp relief above them. Inara's beaming was traded for a sly smile that matched Andy's at his suggestion of the shower. "You're a dork," Inara shook his head, tone bursting with fondness.
He languidly bent forward, hair falling over his shoulders to create a curtain that bordered their faces, glinting copper and chocolate in the now fully risen sunlight. Inara bit the tattoo on Andrew's neck gently, then pulled away, scrambling off the bed with all the grace he could muster. "Come on." Inara snatched one of Andy's hands and dragged him toward the en suite bath, each man unable to stop scouring the other with their eyes, painted in full, sinful relief in the bright light of the penthouse.
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