Jake sprawled across his dorm bed like a sunbathing cat, one arm tucked behind his head, the other draped lazily over his stomach where the waistband of his rumpled plaid pajama pants rode low on his freckled hips. The fabric was soft from countless washes, the red-and-black flannel stretched thin over the sharp jut of his pelvis, barely clinging to the curve of his ass where he'd shifted onto his side. His headphones pressed into his ginger curls, muffling the bass-heavy thump of whatever playlist he'd put on shuffle. The laptop balanced precariously on his thighs was warm against his bare skin, the glow of the screen casting eerie blue light over the lean cords of his torso, the faint dusting of auburn hair trailing from his navel downward. His ribs rose and fell with each idle breath, the freckles scattered across his pale shoulders shifting as he absently scratched at a mosquito bite near his collarbone.
His thumb scrolled mindlessly through some endless feed- memes, wrestling highlights, a grainy video of two guys fistfighting behind a 7-Eleven- but his green eyes kept glazing over, unfocused. The headphones slid slightly askew, revealing the flushed shell of his ear, still pink from the shower's heat hours earlier. A bead of sweat trailed down his sternum, slipping between his pecs, and he absently swiped at it with the back of his hand before adjusting himself in his pants, the fabric tenting slightly over his half-hard cock. Summer humidity clung to the dorm room like a second skin, the open window doing little to relieve the sticky heat pressing against his bare back.
The knock came suddenly. Sharp, impatient raps against the thin wood. Jake blinked, pausing the music with a tap to his keyboard and sliding his laptop onto the sheets before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed in one smooth motion. Jake slid his headphones down to rest around his neck, the foam pads damp with sweat where they'd pressed against his skin. He padded barefoot across the scuffed linoleum, his pajama pants riding dangerously low on his hips, the waistband sagging just enough to reveal the sharp V of his pelvis and the trail of auburn hair leading beneath the fabric. His fingers curled around the doorknob, twisting it with a click.
Mateo stood in the hallway, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his lean shoulders tense under the thin cotton of his gray sleeveless tee. His dark eyes flicked nervously past Jake's shoulder, his thick black hair was a mess of curls, strands clinging to his forehead where he'd clearly raked his hands through it too many times. His caramel skin was flushed, sweat beading at his temples, his full lips pressed into a thin line. The shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched tight over his pecs, the deep V of the neckline revealing the sharp ridges of his collarbones. His basketball shorts hung low on his hips, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the outline of his cock unmistakable even through the loose fabric- soft but substantial, the curve pressing against his left thigh.
"Sup, dude," Jake drawled, leaning against the doorframe with a lazy grin, one hand braced against the wood above his head. His green eyes traced Mateo's nervous stance, the way his fingers flexed at his sides, before flicking back up to meet his gaze. "What's up?"
Mateo's throat worked as he swallowed roughly, his hands shoving deep into his pockets with a shrug that did nothing to hide the tension in his shoulders. His dark eyes darted past Jake again, scanning the empty room behind him. "Your roomie here?" His voice was tight, higher than usual, the words coming out in a rush.
Jake smirked, rolling his shoulders as he pushed off the doorframe. "Nah," he said easily, stepping back to let Mateo in. The door swung shut behind them with a quiet click. The humid air between them thickened, charged with everything left unspoken from the showers. Mateo's breath hitched as Jake's fingers brushed his wrist- just barely, just enough- before he turned away, padding back toward his rumpled bed with a casual shrug. "He's out. Just me." His grin widened, crooked and knowing, as he tossed a glance over his shoulder. "What's up bro?"
Mateo hovered awkwardly near the foot of the bed, fingers twisting the hem of his shirt. His dark eyes flickered over Jake's form- the lean abs flexing as Jake stretched, the freckled ribs rising with each breath, the faint sheen of sweat clinging to the hollow of his throat. Jake reached for his laptop, snapping it shut with one hand before sliding it onto the desk with a careless shove. The mattress dipped as he flopped back onto the sheets, arms folded behind his head, his grin lazy and expectant. Mateo's throat bobbed, his fingers twitching at his sides. "So, uh." His voice cracked. "About earlier."
Jake's grin didn't falter. "Yeah, totally Cruz," he drawled, green eyes gleaming under the dim dorm light. His fingers drummed idly against his stomach, tracing the ridges of his abs with deliberate slowness. "What about it?" The challenge hung in the air between them, sharp as the scent of their shared sweat still clinging to Mateo's skin.
Mateo exhaled sharply, his dark eyes darting from Jake's smirk to the way his pajama pants slid lower on his hips with every shift of his thighs. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, before he blurted, "I can't stop thinking about it." His voice was rough, barely above a whisper, his cheeks flaming crimson as the words spilled out. Jake's grin turned wicked, his fingers stilling mid-tap against his stomach. "Yeah?" he murmured, tilting his head. "Which part?" The question hung between them, loaded and heavy, as Mateo's breath stuttered in his chest.
Mateo dragged a hand through his curls, his throat working as he swallowed. "The-the blowjob," he admitted, the words strangled, his shoulders hunching like he expected ridicule. Jake's chuckle was low, his green eyes darkening as he rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. "Bro," he drawled, his free hand skimming lazily down his own torso, fingertips tracing the waistband of his pajama pants. "That doesn't make you gay. Just means you like getting your dick sucked." His smirk widened as Mateo's gaze tracked the motion, his lips parting slightly. "And you really liked it."
Mateo exhaled sharply, his fists clenching at his sides. "Shut the fuck up," he muttered, but there was no heat behind it, just a shaky, breathless edge that betrayed him. He took a jerky step forward, close enough that Jake could smell the nervous sweat clinging to his skin, the faint citrus of his deodorant. "Listen," Mateo rasped, his dark eyes flicking down to Jake's mouth before forcing himself to meet his gaze again. "You're obviously not fully straight," His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. "And I've always wanted to fuck an ass, but no girl will let me." A bead of sweat trailed down his temple, his chest rising and falling rapidly under his thin shirt. "I wanna fuck you. No homo. Just- just so I know what it feels like."
Jake took a beat, and the silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of Mateo's confession. Finally, Jake broke the silence and just said, "Okay." His voice was casual, easy, like Mateo had just asked to borrow a pencil.
Mateo blinked. "That's it?" His voice cracked higher, disbelief written across his flushed face. "You're just, cool with that?" His fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt again, his knuckles whitening.
Jake shrugged, rolling onto his back with effortless grace, his freckled torso flexing as he stretched his arms above his head. "Why not?" he said, grinning lazily up at Mateo. "Sounds fun." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants, shoving them down his freckled hips in one smooth motion, his half-hard cock springing free against his stomach. "Get naked," he drawled, nodding toward the door. "And go throw the deadbolt in case my roomie comes back."
Mateo swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his throat, but he turned on his heel and crossed the room in three quick strides. His fingers trembled slightly as he twisted the deadbolt into place, the metallic click echoing loudly in the humid silence. When he turned back around, his dark eyes locked onto Jake's sprawled form- the lean muscle of his thighs, the freckles dusting his hipbones, the way his cock twitched against his stomach as Jake palmed it absently. Mateo's breath hitched, his hands hovering uncertainly at the hem of his shirt.
Jake laughed, bright and unrestrained, as he propped himself up on his elbows, green eyes gleaming. "Bro," he teased, gesturing lazily at Mateo's frozen stance. "Just do it. It's not like I haven't seen everything already." His smirk widened as Mateo's flush deepened, spreading down his neck. "Unless," Jake added, tilting his head, "you're scared?"
Mateo's jaw tightened, his fingers finally curling into fists at his sides. "Fuck off," he muttered, but there was no heat in it. He grabbed the hem of his shirt in one sharp motion and yanked it over his head, tossing it aside with more force than necessary. His caramel skin gleamed under the dim dorm light, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Jake's grin turned wolfish as he watched, his tongue darting out to wet his lips when Mateo finally pushed the fabric down his thighs, his cock already half-hard and curving slightly downward between his legs. "Happy?" Mateo ground out, his voice rough.
Jake exhaled sharply through his nose, his gaze dragging slowly down Mateo's body- the thick muscles of his thighs, the pronounced curve of his cock, the way his hips twitched slightly under the scrutiny. "Yeah," he murmured, voice low and throaty. "Very." He rolled onto his knees, the mattress creaking under his weight, and reached out to curl his fingers around Mateo's wrist, tugging him forward. "Now get over here," Jake said, his smirk fading into something darker, more intent. "And fuck me like you mean it."
Mateo stumbled forward, his knees hitting the edge of the bed, his cock now fully hard and flushed deep red against his stomach. His breath came in ragged bursts as Jake twisted onto his stomach, presenting his freckled ass with deliberate provocation, his spine curving into a lazy arch. "Jesus," Mateo choked out, his hands hovering uncertainly over Jake's hips before finally gripping them hard enough to leave marks. "You're actually serious."
Jake huffed a laugh, muffled against the sheets, his fingers fumbling for the lube he'd stashed under his pillow. "Told you," he drawled, tossing the bottle over his shoulder without looking. It hit Mateo's chest with a dull thud. "Now hurry up before I change my mind." His voice was teasing, but the tremor in his fingers as he braced himself against the headboard betrayed him.
Mateo's hands shook as he popped the cap, pouring too much slick onto his fingers before reaching between Jake's thighs. Jake hissed at the first cold touch, his shoulders tensing as Mateo's fingertips pressed against him, tentative and unsteady. "Fuck," Mateo breathed, his voice rough with awe as Jake's body yielded under his touch, hot and impossibly tight. His cock throbbed against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip as he leaned forward, his forehead pressing between Jake's shoulder blades. "You feel... fuck." His words dissolved into a groan as Jake pushed back against his fingers, impatient and demanding.
Jake whimpered into the sheets, his fingers twisting in the fabric as Mateo finally pressed inside. Just one thick digit, slow and careful, but it punched a ragged moan from Jake's throat. His hips jerked back instinctively, his freckled ass clenching around Mateo's finger as he fought to take more. "Move," Jake gasped, his voice wrecked, his thighs trembling under the strain of staying still. "Move your fucking hand, Cruz, please." The last word cracked, desperate and needy, and Mateo swallowed hard before curling his finger just so, dragging it against Jake's walls until Jake's entire body bowed off the bed with a cry.
Mateo added a second finger without warning, his own cock twitching violently at the way Jake's body stretched around him, the hot clutch of muscle pulling him deeper. Jake's moans dissolved into broken, wordless sounds, his hips grinding back onto Mateo's fingers like he couldn't help it. "God- fuck- right there," Jake sobbed, his voice muffled against the sheets, his hands scrabbling for purchase as Mateo crooked his fingers again, hitting that spot that made Jake's thighs shake. "Don't stop-don't stop-" His pleas dissolved into a shuddering whine as Mateo scissored his fingers wider, stretching him with slow, deliberate thrusts.
Mateo's breath came in ragged bursts, his own cock dripping onto the sheets beneath him, his fingers slick and sticky as they worked Jake open. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the damp skin of Jake's shoulder blade, his voice rough with disbelief. "You're taking my fingers so good," he muttered, his free hand gripping Jake's hip hard enough to bruise. Jake keened in response, his hips rocking back desperately, his cock drooling onto the mattress beneath him.
A third finger pressed in without warning, Jake's body yielding in a way that made Mateo groan aloud. The stretch burned and Jake's breath hitched, his thighs trembling violently as he forced himself to relax around the intrusion. "Fuck, fuck," Jake gasped, his fingers twisting in the sheets, his back arching like a bowstring. Mateo watched, transfixed, as his fingers disappeared into Jake's body, the tight ring of muscle fluttering around his knuckles with every shallow thrust.
Jake's moans pitched higher, his voice cracking on Mateo's name as those thick fingers twisted inside him, scissoring him open with rough movements. His cock ached, untouched and leaking, his thighs slick with sweat as he rutted helplessly against the mattress. "Mateo," The plea tore from Jake's throat, raw and desperate, his green eyes glazed with want as he glanced over his shoulder. "I can take it. Just fuck me already, man."
Mateo exhaled sharply, his own cock twitching violently at the sight of Jake spread out, wrecked, and begging for it. He pulled his fingers free with a slick pop, gripping the base of his cock as he lined himself up, the swollen head nudging against Jake's fluttering hole. "You sure?" Mateo rasped, his voice soft, his hips already pushing forward before Jake could answer or before either of them could think twice. Jake's gasp dissolved into a broken cry as Mateo sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, his hips flush against Jake's ass, his fingers digging into freckled skin hard enough to leave marks.
Jake shuddered violently beneath him, his entire body tensing, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he fought to adjust. Mateo groaned, low and guttural, his cock pulsing inside Jake's tight heat. "Fuck," Mateo choked out, his voice shaking, his forehead pressing between Jake's shoulder blades. His hips twitched forward instinctively, burying himself even deeper, and Jake keened, high and desperate, his thighs trembling under the strain. "You're- fuck- you're tighter than any girl," Mateo gasped, his breath ragged against Jake's damp skin.
Jake snarled, twisting his head to glare over his shoulder, his green eyes dark with lust and annoyance. "Shut the fuck up," he gritted out, his voice wrecked, his hips rocking back against Mateo's cock with deliberate provocation. "Just- just move." His fingers twisted in the sheets, his back arching, his entire body taut like a bowstring as he waited, impatient and demanding, for Mateo to give him what he needed.
Mateo groaned, his hands gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise, before finally pulling back and slamming home again with a force that punched a strangled cry from Jake's throat. Jake's fingers scrabbled uselessly at the mattress, his vision whiting out for a second as Mateo's cock dragged against his prostate, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming.
Jake barely had time to catch his breath before Mateo started fucking him in earnest with deep, brutal strokes that had Jake's thighs trembling and his cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him. "Fuck yeah," Mateo growled, his voice rough with dominance, his fingers digging into Jake's freckled skin as he drove into him again and again. "You like that, don't you? Taking my cock like this?" Jake could only gasp, his words dissolving into broken moans as Mateo's thrusts grew harder, faster, each one hitting that spot inside him that made his toes curl.
Jake pushed himself up onto his knees, his back arching, his ass pressing back against Mateo's hips, desperate for more. Mateo smirked, his hands tightening possessively on Jake's waist as he kept pounding into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small room. Then, without warning, Mateo let go of Jake's hips and laced his fingers behind his head, flexing his biceps as he continued to fuck Jake with slow, deliberate thrusts. The display of raw strength- his caramel skin gleaming with sweat, his muscles taut under the strain- was almost as overwhelming as the cock buried deep inside Jake.
"Fuck," Jake choked out, his voice wrecked, his own cock twitching violently as Mateo maintained the punishing rhythm, his abs flexing with every movement. Jake's thighs shook, his knees threatening to give out, but Mateo just grinned down at him, his dark eyes blazing with dominance. "That's it," Mateo taunted, his voice low and rough. "Take it like a good fucking slut." Jake's breath hitched, his entire body tightening around Mateo's cock as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in his gut, his orgasm building with every merciless thrust.
Mateo suddenly stilled, his cock buried deep inside Jake, his hands gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise. Jake whimpered, his hips twitching forward, desperate for friction, but Mateo just smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Patience," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. Jake groaned, his fingers twisting in the sheets, his body trembling with need. "Fuck you," he gasped, his voice cracking. Mateo chuckled, "That's the plan," he muttered before pulling out completely, leaving Jake gasping at the sudden emptiness.
Mateo climbed onto the bed, his caramel skin glistening with sweat, his thick cock jutting proudly from his hips, flushed dark and leaking pre-cum. He leaned back against the pillows, his muscular frame on full display- his lean shoulders, his defined chest, the ridges of his abs, the pronounced curve of his cock- as he smirked at Jake. "Ride this dick like the cock hound you are, Riley," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. Jake's breath hitched, his green eyes darkening with lust as he crawled forward, his freckled skin flushed crimson, his own cock hard and twitching against his stomach.
Jake straddled Mateo's hips, his thighs trembling as he positioned himself over Mateo's cock, his hole still stretched and slick from their earlier fucking. He hesitated for just a second, his breath ragged, before sinking down in one smooth motion, taking Mateo's thick length deep inside him. A broken moan tore from Jake's throat as he bottomed out, his back arching, his freckled chest heaving as he adjusted to the stretch. Mateo groaned, his hands gripping Jake's hips hard, his dark eyes locked on Jake's flushed face. "Fuck," Mateo gasped, his voice rough. "You feel even tighter like this." Jake whimpered, his fingers digging into Mateo's chest as he began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, his cock dripping onto Mateo's stomach with every thrust.
Mateo's breath came in sharp pants, his abs flexing as Jake rode him with increasing desperation, his thighs trembling with the effort. Jake's movements grew erratic, his rhythm faltering as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut, his cock twitching violently against his stomach. Mateo smirked, his hands sliding up Jake's sweat-slick torso to pinch his nipples roughly, making Jake gasp and clench around him. "You close?" Mateo taunted, his voice thick with arousal. Jake could only nod, his green eyes glazed over, his lips parted in a silent cry as Mateo thrust up into him, hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur.
Jake's fingers scrabbled at Mateo's chest, his hips stuttering as he neared the edge, his entire body trembling with need. "Fuck, I'm gonna-" he gasped, his voice cracking, but Mateo suddenly grabbed his hips and hauled him off with a wet pop, tossing him onto his back with rough hands. Jake whined, high and desperate, his cock dripping onto his stomach as he glared up at Mateo. "The fuck?" he snarled, his thighs twitching, his hole clenching around nothing as pleasure throbbed through him but was denied release.
Mateo grinned, predatory and sharp, as he flipped Jake onto his stomach and yanked his hips up, forcing his freckled ass into the air. Jake groaned into the mattress, his fingers twisting in the sheets as Mateo positioned himself behind him, his thick cock nudging against Jake's stretched hole. "You're gonna take it like this," Mateo growled, his voice rough with dominance, his hands gripping Jake's hips hard enough to bruise. "And you're gonna fucking earn that orgasm." With that, he slammed into Jake with a brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal motion.
Jake's cry dissolved into a broken moan as Mateo fucked him with deep, punishing strokes, his hips pistoning forward with relentless force. The slap of skin echoed through the room as Mateo gripped Jake's waist, his fingers digging into freckled skin as he bent Jake further over the bed, his thrusts growing sharper, harder. Jake's vision whited out as pleasure surged through him, his cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him, his entire body trembling under the onslaught. "Fuck-fuck-" he sobbed, his voice wrecked, his fingers clawing at the mattress as Mateo drove into him again and again, each thrust hitting that spot inside him that made his thighs shake. "Don't stop, Cruz" Jake's plea dissolved into a ragged cry as Mateo's pace grew frantic, his own release building fast and furious.
Then, without warning, Jake's body arched violently off the bed, his back bowing as his cock pulsed untouched, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the sheets beneath him. His hole clenched around Mateo's cock in rhythmic spasms, milking him with each desperate pulse, and Mateo snarled, his hips stuttering as his own orgasm tore through him. He buried himself to the hilt, his cock twitching deep inside Jake as he came with a guttural groan, his release flooding Jake's tight heat in thick, pulsing waves. Jake whimpered at the sensation, oversensitive and trembling, but Mateo didn't stop, his thrusts growing slicker with each movement as his cum coated Jake's walls.
Mateo's breath came in ragged bursts as he kept fucking Jake through the aftershocks, his cock sliding effortlessly now, the mix of lube and cum making each stroke smoother, hotter. Jake shuddered beneath him, his spent cock twitching weakly as Mateo chased his own pleasure, his hips snapping forward with rough, uneven thrusts. "Fuck," Mateo gasped, his voice rough, his fingers tightening on Jake's hips as he drove into him one last time, his cock pulsing weakly inside Jake's overstimulated body. Jake groaned, his thighs trembling, his hole fluttering around Mateo's softening length as they both slumped forward, their sweat-slick skin sticking together in the humid aftermath.
Mateo finally pulled out with a wet sound, his cock glistening with spend as he collapsed onto the bed beside Jake, his chest heaving. Jake lay boneless, his limbs heavy, his freckled skin flushed crimson from exertion. The sheets beneath them were soaked with sweat and cum, sticking uncomfortably to Jake's thighs as he rolled onto his back with a groan. Mateo exhaled sharply, his dark eyes flicking to Jake's wrecked form, his lips twitching into a smirk. "Damn," he muttered, his voice hoarse, his fingers trailing lazily over Jake's hipbone.
Jake scowled, kicking Mateo’s calf weakly with his foot. “Dude,” he rasped, his voice wrecked, his throat dry from panting. “Get the fuck up and get me a towel. I’m laying in a puddle of cum and I can feel your cum leaking out of me.” His nose wrinkled as he shifted slightly, grimacing at the sticky mess beneath him. Mateo chuckled, low and satisfied, his fingers dragging through the mess on Jake’s stomach before bringing them to his lips. Jake’s breath hitched, his green eyes darkening as he watched Mateo lick his fingers clean with deliberate slowness.
Mateo finally pushed himself up, his caramel skin gleaming under the dim dorm light as he padded across the room and tossed Jake a towel from a pile of dirty laundry. He then paused, eyes raking over Jake’s sprawled form- his flushed chest, his spent cock lying limp against his thigh, the mess between his legs. “Clean yourself up, slut,” Mateo taunted, his voice rough with satisfaction. Jake flipped him off, but his fingers trembled as he grabbed the towel, wiping roughly at his stomach before pressing it between his thighs with a shudder.
Mateo perched on the edge of the bed, rolling his shoulders with a low groan. He rubbed his jaw absently, his dark gaze flicking back to Jake. “That was…” He hesitated, voice lower now, almost pensive. “Different from any other fucks I’ve had.” His thumb traced the sheets beside Jake’s hip, knuckles brushing freckled skin. “Tighter. Hotter.” His lips quirked. “Could just pound into you without worrying you’d fucking break.” Jake huffed a laugh, tossing the soiled towel onto the floor, but Mateo wasn’t done. His fingers skimmed Jake’s ribs, pressing into firm muscle. “Felt solid under me. Like you could take it.” His smirk returned, sharper. “And you did.”
Jake rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand, his green eyes glinting with something between challenge and amusement. “Yeah, well. Wrestling’s good for stamina,” he drawled, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheets. Mateo snorted, but his gaze lingered- on the bite marks purpling Jake’s shoulder, the faint red splotches where his fingers had gripped too hard, the way Jake’s thighs still twitched slightly when he shifted. “You’re a mess,” Mateo muttered, but his voice lacked its usual edge. He leaned forward, brushing his thumb over the bruise forming on Jake’s hip. “You’ll feel this tomorrow.”
Jake smirked and stretched, hissing as the movement pulled at sore muscles. “Worth it,” he said, but then his eyes flicked to the clock on his desk, and his expression shifted. “Shit. You gotta go now, man. Early morning practice with Yang and Kovac tomorrow.” His tone was casual, but his fingers tapped impatiently against his thigh, already mentally calculating how little sleep he’d get if Mateo lingered any longer. Mateo exhaled sharply through his nose but didn’t argue, just pushed off the bed with a grunt. He grabbed his discarded shorts and yanked them on, the fabric clinging awkwardly to his damp skin. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but there was no real annoyance in it. His dark eyes swept over Jake one last time- the sprawled limbs, the wrecked sheets, the smirk still playing on his lips- before he turned and shouldered the door open without another word.
Jake waited until the door clicked shut before groaning and peeling himself off the mattress, hissing as cum slid down his inner thigh. He grabbed the towel, already stiffening with dried sweat, and wiped roughly again at his stomach before tossing it aside. The dorm hallway was quiet, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly as he padded barefoot toward the communal showers, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips, the waistband damp with sweat. He didn’t bother covering the bite marks or the cum streaking his thighs.
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