[Ah, well— despite the shared arousal between them, drawing her so close with her chest pressed against him is a little embarrassing in its overeagerness. (But still not something Dimitri would ever complain about.)
Seeing her smile, hearing Byleth’s laugh, is its own reward, though, so he doesn’t regret the fact that he’s fumbling through this. He loves the sound of it — just as he said and those years ago, that her smile was a brilliant and breathtaking thing. She catches his awkward chuckle with her lips.]
Maybe you’re right.
[Would it be easier? Who knows, really. But an arm goes around her middle again, and Dimitri lays on his side, taking her with him, a playful spark in his eyes. In a comment filled with self-awareness:]
[and off to their sides they go, their legs tangling in the process and byleth allowing her hands to rest over his face and chest. a smile is returned for his, her fingers touching skin as if to learn what contours his bones have allowed.]
We don't have to be. It's just us.
[she means that — past the titles that they both will have to bear and what they mean to their people, here, within these walls, it's just byleth and dimitri. scarred and helpless and young lovers learning the ropes together.]
[byleth pushes forward and kisses him, a simple gesture to try and bring back that feeling, of want and desire; a quiet prayer while one of her hands ease down his side, barely digging under the band of his pants, moving towards gathering momentum.]
[It won’t take much for that spark to ignite a second time, nor a third or a fourth if the circumstances require it. Byleth is addicting, and every kiss is a fresh hit to his system.
Legs entangled, Dimitri makes an effort to toe his boots off his legs with a small bit of effort. It’s a quiet invite for her hands to trail down as far as she desires, leaving no obstacle to discourage her, and his own pair linger just beneath her breasts, trailing up and over them.
He dips his head down lower, moving kisses with a hint of teeth along her neck and collarbone, murmuring—]
[the distraction to her neck and collarbone draw a pleased sigh from her, allowing herself open to the new stroke of confidence empowering dimitri's moves. she thinks his words over, but keeps quiet for now, hitching one of her legs up between his and pressing against his groin.]
[he's so idealistic.]
There will be more times like this to look forward to. [she mutters back, fumbling with the strings of his trousers, a hard task with just one hand.] It will make each time more special.
[now loose, she urges him to pull his trousers down, her hand grabbing at one of his arms and guiding him to do so.]
[That’s not fair, Byleth — when her leg hitches up to meet that spot between his own, he groans faintly, proof of how easily worked up he’s already gotten in her presence.
She’s tugging at his loosened pants, and it won’t take much to convince him to indulge her. He reaches down and pushes them away, clumsy in his motions as he removes his trousers outright, revealing his arousal — his cock, already fully hard and aching for stimulation.
As if that’s not answer enough. Lips still against her collarbone, he somehow manages—]
I cannot think of a better way to spend my night, Byleth.
[she agrees, naturally, but his response sends another set of shivers down to her loins, already slick from the careful bites and kisses and touches from dimitri. she pushes herself up on an elbow, detaching dimitri momentarily, as she sits up to process and analyze this new set of circumstances.]
[her hand rests over his navel, pushing him to lie on his back—]
[—and study... the angry-looking member that sits hard against him, twitching at the lack of stimulation. her expression is almost comedic as she intends to undertake this with the same kind of quality she would over strategies and battle plans.]
[this, in and of itself, is a kind of battle plan.]
[since that is meant to go in her, but surely there are considerations to... well, consider. byleth thinks she should have read up on this at some point before now, but hindsight is 20/20, and she'll just have to manage via trial and error. thankfully, dimitri is more than a wonderful subject for this kind of thing.]
[with little hesitation, she reaches forward with her hand and wraps her fingers against the blond's cock. it's warm in her palm, and she gives it a few, slow strokes.]
[it doesn't self-lubricate, which is good to know. that means that to ease things for the two of them, they may have to find something which makes movement easier. she really should have been more resourceful about this.]
[dimitri is forgotten, as she tugs at his member a few more times.]
[how annoying. she really should have tried to have planned this out a bit more.]
[He complies, pushed onto his back, scarred skin tinged with a sex flush and eager for her touch. She’s quiet — which is nothing new, he is used to bouts of what he thinks are contemplation from her — and though her look of consternation is probably worthy of questioning, words leave his brain the moment her fingers wrap around him.
He’s already slightly slick with precum, and throbbing for more. Dimitri props himself up on his elbows, huffing out air, wanting to do more than just squirm every time she strokes his length. Hard to do, given how good it feels.
And then she does what she does best— say something puzzling without any context for him to draw upon.]
You— you will what?
[He’s breathless and falling into a haze of pleasure... maybe he’s misunderstanding.]
[she removes her hand from him in order to use them to explain. she points at his cock, like this is a terrible belated science lesson no one chose to have.]
The goal is for your penis to go inside me. [get ready to lose the boner??] No doubt my vagina will stretch to accommodate for your size, but lubrication will be necessary to make it pleasurable and easy for the both of us regardless.
I did not prepare ahead of time— [she sounds so annoyed. curses.] so I do not have any kind of oil available.
[unless...? she considers in silence a moment the items she has in her drawer. but nothing really comes to mind as safe to use... she snaps out of her silence and looks at him again.]
Using my own spit might be a solution, unless you wish to use your own. [????] But, if you think you can be patient, further stimulation could get me wet enough so that we don't have to resort to spit at all.
[she is being overly cautious about it! she wants their first time to be enjoyable, but perhaps dimitri is not into the spit? she looks at him questioningly, waiting for an answer.]
Dimitri blinks, deigning to properly sit up straighter now that he’s being required to think with his head rather than below the waistline. The shift in mood is jarring, like they’re in the midst of a study session now, but this is... very Byleth. And he is familiar enough with her quirks to know when she is acting not empirically, but merely wanting to make certain the both them are comfortable in their intimacy.
All right. Breathe.]
....We have the whole night ahead of us. There is not a... rush to see this through to the end.
[He wants this to be as pleasurable for her as it would be for him.]
I am not so impatient that I cannot tend to you, as well. Would you like me to do that?
[for a moment, she wonders if the explanation was insufficient. but trust dimitri to pull through like a real trooper and have byleth feel that she does just fine despite her more — strange moments of explaining things.]
[she seems to abandon that for now, returning to a more casual and present state, leaning forward to kiss his stupid face for all the thinking he's been required to do in such a short amount of time. she nods softly at his question, somewhat sheepish, and allows their noses to bump into each other.]
[A relatively easy solution to the “problem”, and one that he’s more than happy to accommodate her with. The line of his shoulder eases, now that she’s not in Explanation Mode and he doesn’t have to listen intently, only follow through with his offer.
So he smiles — kindly, unrelated to the lust still thrumming in his system — and allows their noses to touch in what can only be interpreted as playful. A quick kiss on the lips, as if sealing the deal, and his hands move down to her pants. Thumbs hook at the waistline.]
[she seems suddenly aware that she's still wearing her shorts, heavily aware of his hands on her waistline. she sits up on her knees again and shimmies out of them, taking a moment to toss them over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.]
[like this, she sits back down on the bed and takes one of his hands, kissing at the knuckles before guiding it towards her sex, moving forward to rest her hands on his chest and kiss him lightly along his jawline.]
[He takes a moment to enjoy the view while she wiggles out of her shorts, a motion which only accentuates every curve of her body. She’s bare before him now, impossibly beautiful, and Dimitri doesn’t need much encouragement from her to feel the growing slickness between her legs, but his hand is gratefully guided all the same.
Already wet, already warm. The intent is to make it more so, even with the distraction of her kisses moving along his jawline. He hums pleasurably, so that her lips may feel the vibrations of his low tone, and experimentally, slowly at first, he slides a searching finger along her folds.
This is all painfully new to him, but Dimitri, like most, knows the foundations behind acts of intimacy. (Being Sylvain’s friend for so long, he probably unwillingly knows even more than that.) He knows that movement and friction against her sex is what will arouse her further, and the wetter she becomes, the more wanting she will be for him. He knows, eventually, that there will be one spot specifically that might make her more eager, and faster.
For now, however, it is all unknown territory and slow consideration. Teasing, almost, as he runs the length of his finger between her legs, judging Byleth’s reaction.]
[the action is subtle, unfamiliar. but it builds up excitement in her as she feels him tease her, the friction momentous and welcome. her kisses stop as they're mostly a distraction from her than what it would be for dimitri, but byleth keeps her face pressed to his shoulder, breathing heavily and slowly as if trying to control her reactions.]
[she puts a hand over the forearm of his searching hand and keeps it there as a form of encouragement. just this much of his touch has her sex twitching, earnest for more.]
[gently, she detaches from dimitri — but keeps close — and leans back as she sits, her feet pressed onto the mattress and her knees apart.]
This should be easier.
[the flush on her skin is visible, but she's eager, and as much patience as she has, she wants dimitri to touch her and make her feel, make her his.]
[Her breathing, gone deeper and more easily heard, is a good sign. It’s as if she is holding her prominent reactions aside, which of course will only motivate Dimitri to work more enthusiastically.
He leans forward, now properly sitting up with his knees pressed into the mattress, one hand flat on the sheets, the other kept between her legs. His own member is hard, throbbing, but it’s easy for Dimitri to ignore his own wants for someone else’s sake — he’s had years of practice, just not in bed.
He moves his fingers a little faster, applying fainter pressure, and his head is at the perfect angle to grant Byleth partially-biting kisses along her shoulder.]
Are you getting impatient? You are already wet beneath my fingers.
[she closes her eyes as he quickens his touch, her mouth opening to allow for deeper exhales of air—soon closing her mouth and dropping her chin forward, if only to look at him partially from the side as he leans into her shoulder.]
I'm excited.
[is what she offers, but not so much as an obvious observation but rather as a real, proper sentiment. this experience is beyond the scope of things she's ever imagined, and to be able to share it with someone whom she loves this deeply... byleth pushes her hair back, her face damp with the sheen of sweat, behind an ear, and bites down on her lips.]
—Dimitri...
[it's a quiet sigh, laced with need in the way she pronounces the syllables in his name. her hand meets his, but remains level, lightly flicking her clit—the sensation combining with his own fingers between her folds allowing for a surprised, vocal gasp to escape her.]
[she's getting wetter with his touch, slowly losing her forced composure as heat pools between her legs more fervently.]
[Her breath in his ear, an admission of her excitement. Enough for his heart to push more eagerness through his own veins, though he does his best to remain focused on his fingers against her sex. Dimitri affords a glance down to watch her own hand work in tandem with his, stimulating her clit and slowly draining Byleth of her composure.
She’s getting wetter, his fingers covered in a sheen of her arousal. He wonders — curiously, a little selfishly — if he can be pull less restrained sounds from her. A curiosity that has him fingering her entrance gently, experimentally, pushing up no further than his first knuckle.]
[another squeak of a sound escapes her as he pushes his finger in, her walls clenching against the digit almost instinctively. it — is an odd sensation, but it feels good, like she wants more of him. her hand stills and joins the other in gripping the mattress, teeth peeking as she bites her lip.]
That... Ah, more would be — good.
[it's strange, really, to try and be vocal about her own sentiments so openly, because dimitri wants her to provide him with feedback. it takes her a moment of indecision before she decides to lie down on the bed, breathing heavily, and cupping at her own breasts with her now-freed hands.]
Keep going.
[her voice is of a breathy quality now, softer than usual.]
[She likes that— Good. Good, he thinks, as she lies on her back, hair splayed, her hands roving across her breasts. Dimitri moves to where he is propped over her, on his knees and one elbow pressed next to her side for balance, taking in her scent and the sensation of her radiating heat against his own. His erection brushes her leg in the process, that alone enough to nearly send a shiver down his spine.
But, willfully, he does as she says. Presses his finger in her until it’s slowly in as far as it can go, up to his top knuckle. Her walls are soft and clench slightly against his movements — an experimental “come hither” twitch of his fingers, before he slides it out and back in a second time.]
Like this?
[He asks, dipping down and running his lips in a kiss across the knuckles of one of her hands.]
[is all she musters to say at his question, her hips moving against the intrusion. dimitri is being painstakingly slow and careful, a necessary thing as they traverse these unknown waters together.]
[rumblings of a hum follow, feeling keen satisfaction from the movements of his finger within her.]
Do it more.
[byleth insists, moving her hand away from under his lips and resting it on his head, brushing blond hair back.]
[a quiet whine escapes her, out of pleasure more so than discomfort.] It feels — not bad. [she corrects,] Nice.
[He feels so hyperaware of everything, each sensation ramped up thrice as much as it should be, that her fingers through his hair almost makes him shiver. But Byleth’s hands are always welcome on him, all over him if she wishes, and he dips his mouth low enough to kiss her breast, tongue teasing along a tract of skin.
Dimitri does as she asks. With confirmation that it feels good to her — the slickness gathering at his knuckles proof of that — he moves his finger a little more boldly, slipping in and out of her at a more rapid tempo.]
[dimitri obliges as he is wont to do when it comes to byleth, and it is the faster and slicker in-and-out of his finger that causes her to squirm—pushing her head back in a rush of pleasure that comes at her from her core. noise escapes past her lips, a drawn-out but surprised moan of pleasure. his tongue on her skin, her finger pushing in and out of her, it's like sending fire throughout her whole.]
[one hand perches tightly against his shoulder while the other grips the mattress, toes curling and her hips bucking into his hand.]
Dimitri— [breathed out, sudden, her eyes looking down towards her beloved.] Mm. Dimitri.
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Seeing her smile, hearing Byleth’s laugh, is its own reward, though, so he doesn’t regret the fact that he’s fumbling through this. He loves the sound of it — just as he said and those years ago, that her smile was a brilliant and breathtaking thing. She catches his awkward chuckle with her lips.]
Maybe you’re right.
[Would it be easier? Who knows, really. But an arm goes around her middle again, and Dimitri lays on his side, taking her with him, a playful spark in his eyes. In a comment filled with self-awareness:]
We are not terribly elegant, are we.
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We don't have to be. It's just us.
[she means that — past the titles that they both will have to bear and what they mean to their people, here, within these walls, it's just byleth and dimitri. scarred and helpless and young lovers learning the ropes together.]
[byleth pushes forward and kisses him, a simple gesture to try and bring back that feeling, of want and desire; a quiet prayer while one of her hands ease down his side, barely digging under the band of his pants, moving towards gathering momentum.]
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Legs entangled, Dimitri makes an effort to toe his boots off his legs with a small bit of effort. It’s a quiet invite for her hands to trail down as far as she desires, leaving no obstacle to discourage her, and his own pair linger just beneath her breasts, trailing up and over them.
He dips his head down lower, moving kisses with a hint of teeth along her neck and collarbone, murmuring—]
Were it only like this forever.
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[he's so idealistic.]
There will be more times like this to look forward to. [she mutters back, fumbling with the strings of his trousers, a hard task with just one hand.] It will make each time more special.
[now loose, she urges him to pull his trousers down, her hand grabbing at one of his arms and guiding him to do so.]
Are you doing alright?
[propriety.....and all that]
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She’s tugging at his loosened pants, and it won’t take much to convince him to indulge her. He reaches down and pushes them away, clumsy in his motions as he removes his trousers outright, revealing his arousal — his cock, already fully hard and aching for stimulation.
As if that’s not answer enough. Lips still against her collarbone, he somehow manages—]
I cannot think of a better way to spend my night, Byleth.
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[her hand rests over his navel, pushing him to lie on his back—]
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[this, in and of itself, is a kind of battle plan.]
[since that is meant to go in her, but surely there are considerations to... well, consider. byleth thinks she should have read up on this at some point before now, but hindsight is 20/20, and she'll just have to manage via trial and error. thankfully, dimitri is more than a wonderful subject for this kind of thing.]
[with little hesitation, she reaches forward with her hand and wraps her fingers against the blond's cock. it's warm in her palm, and she gives it a few, slow strokes.]
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[it doesn't self-lubricate, which is good to know. that means that to ease things for the two of them, they may have to find something which makes movement easier. she really should have been more resourceful about this.]
[dimitri is forgotten, as she tugs at his member a few more times.]
[how annoying. she really should have tried to have planned this out a bit more.]
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I will use my spit.
[—...]
screams @ byleth
He’s already slightly slick with precum, and throbbing for more. Dimitri props himself up on his elbows, huffing out air, wanting to do more than just squirm every time she strokes his length. Hard to do, given how good it feels.
And then she does what she does best— say something puzzling without any context for him to draw upon.]
You— you will what?
[He’s breathless and falling into a haze of pleasure... maybe he’s misunderstanding.]
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The goal is for your penis to go inside me. [get ready to lose the boner??] No doubt my vagina will stretch to accommodate for your size, but lubrication will be necessary to make it pleasurable and easy for the both of us regardless.
I did not prepare ahead of time— [she sounds so annoyed. curses.] so I do not have any kind of oil available.
[unless...? she considers in silence a moment the items she has in her drawer. but nothing really comes to mind as safe to use... she snaps out of her silence and looks at him again.]
Using my own spit might be a solution, unless you wish to use your own. [????] But, if you think you can be patient, further stimulation could get me wet enough so that we don't have to resort to spit at all.
[she is being overly cautious about it! she wants their first time to be enjoyable, but perhaps dimitri is not into the spit? she looks at him questioningly, waiting for an answer.]
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Dimitri blinks, deigning to properly sit up straighter now that he’s being required to think with his head rather than below the waistline. The shift in mood is jarring, like they’re in the midst of a study session now, but this is... very Byleth. And he is familiar enough with her quirks to know when she is acting not empirically, but merely wanting to make certain the both them are comfortable in their intimacy.
All right. Breathe.]
....We have the whole night ahead of us. There is not a... rush to see this through to the end.
[He wants this to be as pleasurable for her as it would be for him.]
I am not so impatient that I cannot tend to you, as well. Would you like me to do that?
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[she seems to abandon that for now, returning to a more casual and present state, leaning forward to kiss his stupid face for all the thinking he's been required to do in such a short amount of time. she nods softly at his question, somewhat sheepish, and allows their noses to bump into each other.]
With confidence, Dimitri.
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So he smiles — kindly, unrelated to the lust still thrumming in his system — and allows their noses to touch in what can only be interpreted as playful. A quick kiss on the lips, as if sealing the deal, and his hands move down to her pants. Thumbs hook at the waistline.]
I think it best to start by removing these.
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[she seems suddenly aware that she's still wearing her shorts, heavily aware of his hands on her waistline. she sits up on her knees again and shimmies out of them, taking a moment to toss them over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.]
[like this, she sits back down on the bed and takes one of his hands, kissing at the knuckles before guiding it towards her sex, moving forward to rest her hands on his chest and kiss him lightly along his jawline.]
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Already wet, already warm. The intent is to make it more so, even with the distraction of her kisses moving along his jawline. He hums pleasurably, so that her lips may feel the vibrations of his low tone, and experimentally, slowly at first, he slides a searching finger along her folds.
This is all painfully new to him, but Dimitri, like most, knows the foundations behind acts of intimacy. (Being Sylvain’s friend for so long, he probably unwillingly knows even more than that.) He knows that movement and friction against her sex is what will arouse her further, and the wetter she becomes, the more wanting she will be for him. He knows, eventually, that there will be one spot specifically that might make her more eager, and faster.
For now, however, it is all unknown territory and slow consideration. Teasing, almost, as he runs the length of his finger between her legs, judging Byleth’s reaction.]
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[she puts a hand over the forearm of his searching hand and keeps it there as a form of encouragement. just this much of his touch has her sex twitching, earnest for more.]
[gently, she detaches from dimitri — but keeps close — and leans back as she sits, her feet pressed onto the mattress and her knees apart.]
This should be easier.
[the flush on her skin is visible, but she's eager, and as much patience as she has, she wants dimitri to touch her and make her feel, make her his.]
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He leans forward, now properly sitting up with his knees pressed into the mattress, one hand flat on the sheets, the other kept between her legs. His own member is hard, throbbing, but it’s easy for Dimitri to ignore his own wants for someone else’s sake — he’s had years of practice, just not in bed.
He moves his fingers a little faster, applying fainter pressure, and his head is at the perfect angle to grant Byleth partially-biting kisses along her shoulder.]
Are you getting impatient? You are already wet beneath my fingers.
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I'm excited.
[is what she offers, but not so much as an obvious observation but rather as a real, proper sentiment. this experience is beyond the scope of things she's ever imagined, and to be able to share it with someone whom she loves this deeply... byleth pushes her hair back, her face damp with the sheen of sweat, behind an ear, and bites down on her lips.]
—Dimitri...
[it's a quiet sigh, laced with need in the way she pronounces the syllables in his name. her hand meets his, but remains level, lightly flicking her clit—the sensation combining with his own fingers between her folds allowing for a surprised, vocal gasp to escape her.]
[she's getting wetter with his touch, slowly losing her forced composure as heat pools between her legs more fervently.]
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She’s getting wetter, his fingers covered in a sheen of her arousal. He wonders — curiously, a little selfishly — if he can be pull less restrained sounds from her. A curiosity that has him fingering her entrance gently, experimentally, pushing up no further than his first knuckle.]
Byleth... tell me what feels good to you.
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That... Ah, more would be — good.
[it's strange, really, to try and be vocal about her own sentiments so openly, because dimitri wants her to provide him with feedback. it takes her a moment of indecision before she decides to lie down on the bed, breathing heavily, and cupping at her own breasts with her now-freed hands.]
Keep going.
[her voice is of a breathy quality now, softer than usual.]
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But, willfully, he does as she says. Presses his finger in her until it’s slowly in as far as it can go, up to his top knuckle. Her walls are soft and clench slightly against his movements — an experimental “come hither” twitch of his fingers, before he slides it out and back in a second time.]
Like this?
[He asks, dipping down and running his lips in a kiss across the knuckles of one of her hands.]
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[is all she musters to say at his question, her hips moving against the intrusion. dimitri is being painstakingly slow and careful, a necessary thing as they traverse these unknown waters together.]
[rumblings of a hum follow, feeling keen satisfaction from the movements of his finger within her.]
Do it more.
[byleth insists, moving her hand away from under his lips and resting it on his head, brushing blond hair back.]
[a quiet whine escapes her, out of pleasure more so than discomfort.] It feels — not bad. [she corrects,] Nice.
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Dimitri does as she asks. With confirmation that it feels good to her — the slickness gathering at his knuckles proof of that — he moves his finger a little more boldly, slipping in and out of her at a more rapid tempo.]
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[one hand perches tightly against his shoulder while the other grips the mattress, toes curling and her hips bucking into his hand.]
Dimitri— [breathed out, sudden, her eyes looking down towards her beloved.] Mm. Dimitri.
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