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ugh YES.

gray knew exactly what was happening when he walked out of the in-home gym seeing you and ethan cuddled up together on the couch a little too close.

with the roll of his eyes he tossed his sweaty shirt that was hanging around his neck to the countertop and huffed to alert the two of you on the couch of his presence.

at least ethan had your privacy boundaries in mind, a blanket draped over your naked bodies. grayson knew undoubtedly that ethan could have cared less if his twin saw them completely nude on the couch. in fact, he would have made it a point to fuck up into you a little, just to hear you mewl for more in his hear soley to rub it in grayson’s face that he was tucked inside of one of the tightest pussies on the planet while his brother stood there dumbfounded and sweaty.

but to his relief, the two of you were quiet—hopefully asleep—so grayson could retrieve his water in peace and head back to his workout. however, just as he stepped past the couch, thinking he was in the clear, he heard someone stirring.

it was you hiding your face in the crook of ethan’s neck and squirming uncomfortably sensing grayson’s sudden staring.

for some reason you felt more exposed—even under the blanket cover—having grayson stumbling around the house while you and ethan were doing this.

on a normal occasion, you would have pouted at ethan to take it to the bedroom as to spare grayson, but it was impossible to tell him no when he hit you with the puppy eyes first.

ethan shushed you by wrapping his arms around you tighter and smiling softly against your skin before he shifted his hips to the slightest degree and had you melt right into his body entirely, a breath of a moan escaping your lips.

pick a number and a twin. also, some of these have blanks in them so you can personalize the story a bit, put whatever you want.

1. “oh come on, is that all you’ve got?”

2. “did you just ____? shit, that kinda turned me on.”

3. “you know what happens when you look at me like that.”

4. “see that? is that what you want me to fucking do to you?”

5. “you ever heard of knocking?”

6. “if you’re any louder, ____ is going to hear you.”

7. “shut me up then.”

8. “it’s all fun and games until you cant breathe.”

9. “god, i’ve never seen you this slutty before.”

10. “go on, smartass. you say you know the ropes? show me.”

11. “i didn’t think you had it in you.”

12. “why is it so ____”

13. “bite me.”

14. “you know exactly how this works, don’t play dumb.”

15. “i’d say you like it when the roles are switched, hmm?”

16. “you’re going to count until you forget how to.”

17. “you’re a mess, let me clean you up.”

18. “i’ve got a surprise for you.”

19. “you’re all talk.”

20. “i don’t think you want me to make you, it won’t be pretty.”

21. “didn’t pin you as the type to be into ____”

22. “how do you want it, baby?”

23. “that doesn’t even pass as clothing.”

24. “am i distracting you?”

25. “your ____ is my favorite.”

26. “know your place.”

27. “you’ve been hiding that the whole time?”

28. “it’s adorable how you think you’re in charge.”

29. “can’t take it, huh?”

30. “just get it over with, i don’t have all day/night”

31. “you want to be a brat? well this is what brats get.”

32. “do it again and don’t stop.”

33. “you’re irresistible, i couldn’t help it.”

34. “if heaven was a place on earth, i swear it would be your fucking pussy.”

35. “if you keep doing that i won’t be able to control myself.”

36. “don’t worry, i’m gonna take good care of you.”

37. “the problem is i need you right now and i can’t have you.”

38. “so hot when you ____ my cock/pussy like that.”

39. “it’s hard for me to think when you’re around.”

40. “you’ve got 10 minutes.”

41. “i think i’d rather die than fuck you.”

42. “nothing i haven’t heard before.”

43. “masturbation feels better than this.”

44. “god, you really don’t shut up do you. am i going to have to make you?”

45. “is it hot/cold in here or is it just me.”

46. “you just want me to take my shirt off.”

47. “you act like you’ve never seen a dick/pussy before.”

48. “it surely doesn’t suck itself now does it, princess.”

49. “just one time. please?”

50. “go slow, no need to rush.”

51. “you know what that does to me.”

52. “the furniture is expensive, i can’t wait to fuck you all over it.”

53. “where’d that attitude go.”

54. “not so sure of yourself anymore, are you.”

55. “can you zip up my dress.”

56. “that was close.”

57. “hands or mouth, you only get one.”

58. “i told you not to buy the damn cuffs.”

59. “what would you do if i____ right now?”

60. “please, i waited all day.”

61. “those were my good pants/underwear.”

62. “you’re so impatient.”

63. “did you get a good look or do you need another one?”

64. “you fucking did that on purpose.”

65. “if i get hard, you’re fixing it.”

66. “i don’t care who’s around.”

67. “i’m going to turn that pussy inside out, just you wait.”

68. “just try it.”

69. “it’s just a ____, i don’t know what you’re so worked up about.”

70. “like my new piercing?”

71. “i think your ego is bigger than dick.”

72. “you’re the sweetest i’ve ever tasted.”

73. “i’ve never been this hard/wet before.”

74. “i really don’t want to, but keep it up and i’ll stop.”

75. “you heard me, didn’t you.”

76. “i knew ____ was your color.”

77. “all i did was ____ you horny fuck.”

78. “do you blame me?”

79. “let’s play a game, shall we?”

80. “i think that’s a new record.”

81. “you want to do it in a/at a____? really?”

82. “here, put this on.”

83. “i’m gonna say it’s a definite yes on my list.”

84. “what do you find attractive in a guy/girl?”

85. “did you just describe me?”

86. “you started it, so finish it.”

87. “just give me a minute.”

88. “you know what you’re doing, stop it.”

89. “you deny it, but i know you want it.”

90. “kiss it better for me?”

91. “you can’t tell anyone.”

92. “you know it’s 3 in the morning right?”

93. “i can’t get you out of my head and it’s driving me insane.”

94. “i wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

95. “you taste like candy, anyone ever told you that?”

96. “i’m addicted to hearing you.”

97. “i don’t know what i like better, hearing you beg, or you making me beg.”

98. “my lap works just as good.”

99. “i didn’t mean to, but i also did.”

jeez i haven’t written anything decent in so long, i just haven’t had much motivation. i’ve actually been spending a lot of my time on a full ethan fic (on my wattpad only) called “stuck with me”

summary; ethan only wanted to play his game, but he should have known better than to think that would be easy.

warnings; smut, cursing, cockwarming

word count; 1.7k

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you were sitting on ethan's lap, his cock nestled perfectly inside your tight, warm cunt. essentially he was cockwarming you while he played videogames—just the way he liked it.

flicking his thumbs furiously at the controller he held in his hand, he yelled into his headset, "bro, fucking quit! you're gonna get me killed!"

you had dozed off while sitting there, waiting patiently for him to finish the round and fuck you like he promised he would. however, this was also the third time he had said that—in a row. while

you waited, your eyelids grew heavy and had fallen closed. that was until ethan yelled just now.

ethan glanced down at you, your soft hair tickling his neck due to your head resting on his shoulder, "sorry, baby," he mumbled realizing he had accidently woken you. he planted a loving kiss on your head and looked back to his computer screen to narrowly avoid gunfire with his character.

"ugh, shit." he groaned as something flashed on the screen. you assumed someone had just killed him in the game.

even though he was only frustrated with losing, the noise he made registered differently with you, sending shockwaves to your core. you clenched around him reflexively and remembered why you were sitting on top of him in the first place.

he felt it, grunting and averting his attention to you quickly, pulling his mouth piece away so the people he was playing with online couldn't hear him. he had almost forgotten he was inside you; his cock had gone partially flaccid a few rounds prior.

now though, with the short moment of movement, your pussy squeezing over him, blood rushed up his shaft again, "i-i'm almost done, baby." and with that, his mouth piece was back in place and he was shouting at his friends again.

you took notice to how he reacted, though. the grunt, his body tensing under you, and how you could feel him getting hard. it all turned you on more, so you did it again. this time he slipped out a soft moan, doing his best to cover it up by clearing his throat.

he shot you a quick glare, embarassment displaying on his features knowing that his friends could have noticed. they would have made fun of him for the rest of the night, and that was not something he wanted to put up with.

you enjoyed teasing him too much, and the hammering in his chest gave away that he enjoyed it too, clear as day. but, you wanted to avoid embarrassing him any further, so you tried a different approach.

you tugged on his shirt to draw his attention back to you, and when he finally tore his eyes away from the computer, you stared up at him.

ethan had always told you nothing made him want to cave more than your goddamned puppy eyes. the warm ambery brown of your sparkling irises could have made him kill a man if you asked. they were a blessing and a curse. beautiful to look into and one of his favorite things about you, but on the downside, he was absolutely fucked if you used them to try and get your way.

“eth, pretty please? i need you,” you begged softly, eyes never breaking away from his.

oh how his cock throbbed at your little plea. his expression looked strained, but he wouldn't crack, waving a hand at you dismissively and looking back to the game.

you wanted so badly just to put your hands on his shoulders and start bouncing on him—make him regret ever denying you.

not able to help yourself, you shifted your hips. anything just to feel some sort of relief down there. ethan's breath caught in his throat feeling you move again. was it too much to ask just to sit there and let him play his damn game while being wrapped in the comfort of your warmth?

he held his controller in one hand for a moment, his other coming down to clutch your waist, "baby, please. just a few more minutes, okay?"

you pouted, grinding yourself down on him defiantly. he had to bite down harshly on his lip to surpress his noises, a hushed whimper still finding its way out of him. your ass pressed against his balls, and you twisted your hips before grinding down again.

the wet noises your core made at that moment made him want to throw his controller and fuck you right against his desk that was in front of the two of you. figuring you were finally starting to get to him, you didn't stop moving, getting more and more bold with your movements.

ethan forgot all about the game he was playing, his controller still held in one hand as the other gripped the armrest of his gaming chair. soon his friends were yelling at him through his headphones, snapping him out of his daze from watching you.

"ethan, c'mon, man we need you over here."

he might as well have said 'fuck it' out loud, setting his controller down and rolling his chair back to give you room. he was now completely hard and aching, the feeling becoming unbearable even though he did his best to ignore it.

"gimme a—" grunt, "second."

you heard the confused voices of ethan's friends being cut short when he tossed his headset to the side.

you squealed when he lifted you, placing you on the lip of his desk. he grew tired of you cleverly doing everything you could in attempt to get him to bend and give in. the subtle movements, the begging, and your eyes. your fucking eyes. you asked for it. now he intended on giving it to you.

he pushed your legs up and held them there with his large hands covering nearly the whole underside of your thighs. just like that, he pulled out and slammed himself forwards again. he rocked into you roughly, a few items falling off the surface of his desk from each impact of his hips to yours.

balls slapping against your ass, his biceps bulging as he gripped you so hard you were sure marks would be left behind, the little huffs of breath he would exhale with each thrust. everything made you dizzy with euphoria.

blurry spots appeared in your vision as tears pricked in your eyes. he was fucking you so good, it was almost too much. beginning to arch your back and push on his arms in the most pathetic way to escape him, he only went harder.

"what's wrong, sweetheart? is daddy too much for you?" ethan taunted, positioning your legs over his shoulders so he could reach up and wrap his fingers around your throat. hearing him refer to himself as 'daddy' sent you whimpering under his tall stature.

his grip tightened causing the viens in his hand to become more defined, "answer me."

"to-too much," you choked out, and his hand relaxed again, but still remaining tight enough that you were gasping.

"poor thing," he spoke with faux sympathy, even puckering his lower lip at you, "isn't this what you wanted?"

tears were streaming down your face now, beyond the point of forming or even comprehending understandable words.

"silly little thing," he spat, "you ask to be fucked and now you can't handle it? that's too bad." he snapped his hips into you with no mercy whatsoever, forcing a broken sob from your mouth. he pressed his hand to your lower stomach just so you could feel each time he would slide in and out of you.

you felt so full when he was tucked into your soaked centre, always able to feel the ridges and viens in his shaft brushing against your walls. and god, you were so tight, squeezing and hugging in a way that felt like your pussy was made for him and only him.

the curls that fell in front of his eyes bounced on his forehead with the force he was pounding you with, not slowing for anything. what did change though, was he was getting sloppier; it felt the best that way.

his desk creaked under you and you feared it was going to break. ethan on the other hand couldn't have cared even in the slightest, moving his hand down to your mound and pinching at your little bud with his calloused fingertips to bring you that much closer to your climax. his was approaching faster than he expected, now tracing hurried figure eights on your clit and making you cry out, "don't stop, fuck!"

he kept going, his breath becoming ragged. you sensed how close he was, and knew he would pull out as he usually did.

this time you wanted his cum elsewhere, craving for him to fill you to the brim and farther still until you couldn't possibly hold anymore. so much that it was leaking out of you even while he rode out his high.

he went to grip his base, but you stopped him, ankles crossing behind his neck to keep him close. his eyes looked panicked until he realized what you wanted, and he moaned at the thought of giving you a creampie.

his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier until his hips stilled abruptly, spilling into the depths of your cunt.

the warm feeling you wished for came to reality, triggering your own orgasm. your walls fluttered before clenching tightly as your high crashed over you, your body pressing into the cool wood of ethan's desk.

he held you still so you wouldn't fall, thumb massaging circles on your clit to help you ride out your climax.

once you both had finished, he backed up and spread your pussy open to watch his cum flood out of your hole.

"fuck," he muttered at the sight, wondering why he didn't cum in you more often.

"t-thank you." murmuring your quiet appreciation, ethan carried you to the bed behind the two of you and set you down gently.

he looked over his shoulder at the now black computer screen. your hand must have bumped the power button while you were on the desk.

(i'm doing bff!gray because i feel like it'll be more interesting that way.)

a movie night with a bowl of popcorn to your right, and your best friend on your left. what more could you need?

you couldn't exactly recall the name of the movie. it was a newer one, though—one that was fresh out of theatres. it was funny and had already made you and grayson break into small spurts of laughter.

it was nice to watch a comedy for once. the mood was much different in contrast to when you'd watch a horror movie together: you tucked under his arm, bunching up the soft material of his sweatshirt when you'd hide your face from the television screen. indefinitely, you'd end up closer to him by the end of the movie than what you anticipated in the beginning.

not that he minded, not in the slightest. he would have you even closer if you would let him.

but the mood was light. grayson had just let out a little breath of a amusement through his nose at a scene that was playing. you hadn't caught what was so funny, your attention constantly focusing back on his hand that was draped lazily over your stomach.

the tiny gesture made your heart flutter and your stomach tingle, loving the sensation of his palm flattened against your stomach. it was such a small gesture, yet it made you so happy.

your heart seemed to race more when his pinky started to move slowly from side to side over the thin fabric of your shirt. it's not like anything out of the usual for him to be affectionate like this, considering how long you'd been friends, but something about the way his body was snuggled right up next to you just put you in such a soft mood.

that was until it started to feel like his pinky was inching south. it was so subtle, you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't watching his hand intently with awe. were you seeing things? feeling things?

your feelings towards gray had always been teetering on the edge of wanting to be something more than friends. but as all things typically go, you kept those feelings to a minimum for the sake of your friendship. you would rather torture yourself by only being friends than risk not being friends at all, even though something inside you told you that wouldn't be the case—especially considering that his pinky had in fact been moving downward.

his palm was resting over your bellybutton now, his fingertip at the hem of your pj shorts. it took your breath away, just by feeling the warmth of his hand radiate so close to your...

he slipped his pinky past the waistband, then slipped it back out, testing the boundaries. he was your best friend, yes, but something about this felt too right to stop now.

you seemed to have stopped breathing when he pushed his finger through the band again, but further this time. it would have been silly of him to think he was being discreet, he had to have known you'd noticed by now.

his head shifted on your shoulder so he could gaze up at you with his honey eyes that melted your heart from the beginning. it startled you really, to have his attention on you so suddenly. you slowly did the same thing, tilting your chin to look at him. you must have been blushing, feeling heat spread through your cheekbones.

“is this okay?" he murmured softly, his hand still dangerously close to your panties.

finding it hard to compile words, you simply nodded quickly. eagerly.

his eyes never left yours, constantly searching for any sort of hesitation when he moved his hand deeper into your shorts until he was cupping your mound through your thin, silky underwear.

at that moment he would have given anything just to see you in whatever underwear he was only blindly feeling with his fingertips. when he was toying with the flimsy fabric, his middle finger slid over the wet patch that had started to form.

his breath caught, mind whirling at a million miles an hour. he was so nervous about this, worried you were going to be turned off by him—and frankly, he also was thinking the same thing as you.

don't fuck up the friendship.

he certainly didn't expect you to be this wet. it relaxed his nerves a bit, and with that same finger he began searching for that little bundle hiding beneath your panties.

you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when he pressed down on your clit lightly.

"and this?" he asked even softer, his voice quiet, face tilted back down so he could focus more on where his hand was moving.

a tiny hum vibrated behind your lips, and it sounded more like a whimper than you would have wanted it to. grayson let out another amused breath through his nose, his other arm looping around your lower back so he could attach his large hand to your hip and keep you close.

it went on like that for a few agonizing moments, his middle finger only gently prodding at your clit, rubbing in slow circles that drove you absolutely mad. you could have came simply from the pads of his fingers, and with the way your breath had grown shallow and you were subconsciously rolling your hips to chase his touch, he knew it too.

he paused, hearing you sigh in disappointment but knowing it better he give you some time to cool down.

"g-gray," you whine so quietly it was hardly a whisper.

his ears pricked at hearing his name slip from your mouth in such a needy manner, his pants only getting tighter.

squishing his thighs together, he hushed you by using his middle finger to pull your soaked panties to the side and finally give you what you wanted. not without a little teasing, however.

your body jolted slightly when a cold fingertip began moving—more like gliding along your folds due to how wet you were. him now touching at your naked cunt only forced more arousal out of you. grayson himself had to stifle a moan when he felt the stickiness coating his fingers without even having to dip them inside you.

he yearned so badly to hear that heavenly gushing noise of your pussy welcoming his fingers. not being able to take it any longer, he pressed a single digit through your entrance and you gasped, clinging to the side of his body.

a smirk tugged on the corners of his mouth at your reaction. he wanted to be as gentle as possible though, not wanting to ruin this moment in any way. reaching his finger inward slowly and curling it, his jaw clenched at feeling how tightly your walls hugged around his one finger.

he pulled his hand back before moving it forward again in a slow motion, just to get you nice and comfortable—and your unbelievably tight pussy stretched a bit.

you were beginning to grow impatient at his pace, wanting so much more of him. to subtly let him know that, you spread your knees a little wider and, wriggled in his hold.

grayson chuckled softly and looked up at you again. he flicked an eyebrow at you as if asking, you sure you can take it?

he was definitely gaining confidence at seeing just how much he had affected you with hardly doing anything at all. he couldn't lie, he was equally as turned-on, noting the dull throb in his pants.

if it was even possible, your body pressed even closer to his when he slipped a second finger in. at that point, it didn't matter if he was your best friend, you couldn't help but elicit an airy moan.

grayson soon grew addicted to the noises you were making, not wasting any time by adding a third and final finger, reaching up so deeply only his knuckles were visible.

"fuck!" you cried, head tilting back to rest against the couch cushion behind you.

he only grunted in response, his pace increasing rapidly. his fingertips grazed that special spot that you yourself had never been able to reach with your own tiny fingers.

he was determined to have you unraveling all over him, already sensing your build up due to the way you were clenching around him—pulsing.

soon enough your jaw was falling slack, eyes fluttering as the tight coil in your stomach snapped suddenly. your body went rigid, his arm only tightening around you.

his thumb rubbed in tight circles over your clit to prolong your climax and help you ride it out. and when you had finished with heavy breaths and shakey limbs, you both turned to eachother.

a smirk played on his features, and judging by the unusually large bulge he was packing, you knew you weren't quite done yet...

it was so noticeable when you wobbled down the stairs from your shared bedroom and into the kitchen. that was the first time gray had ever seen you use the railing to get down the stairs.

your eyebrows were pinned inward and your lips were pursed tightly through every painful step down. grayson leaned back in his chair and watched you amusingly until your toes were touching at the cool wood paneling of the ground floor.

your features relaxed when you had finally made it down, but returned back to their strained state when you realized you still had a little ways to walk. if you could just make it to the dining table you were home free. you knew that wasn't going to happen, though—not by yourself at least.

gaze flickering up to grayson, his arms crossed over his chest and a brow raised with an apparent smirk, you so badly wanted to cast the thought of asking for help away the second you saw his smug expression.

his eyes were traveling over your figure with a glint of lust almost like he wanted to scoop you up and see just how much further he could ruin you. even though you were already in pain from the night prior, you would have let him do so easily and without protest.

“you okay, y/n?” he asked coyly, knowing damn well you weren’t with what he witnessed a few moments ago, along with the light wince on your face.

was he trying to get a reaction out of you with his question? the tone of voice he had definitely caused you to push a huffy breath through your nose. he was the one who had made it so you were practically limping and he knew it. he was proud of it.

you scowled at him, still cautiously holding onto the rail beside you. the two of you stared at eachother for some time, and grayson was basking in the fact that you were nearly incapable of walking due to him. it really just added to his already over-inflated ego.

with a flick of his eyebrow he stood and strode over to you, throwing your arm over his shoulder and easing you to take a step forward. you hissed in his ear, a sharp pain shooting through your hips as you took small steps. grayson only chuckled, leaning down and slipping his other hand under your knees to hoist you up.

“there, baby,” he teased, “now you don’t have to walk at all.”

what an asshole, you thought with a roll of your eyes and another huff through your flared nose. he looked down at you, cradled against his chest, upon hearing that.

“what, you giving me the silent treatment now?” he set you down in the seat beside him gently. you only glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

your pelvis hurt like hell and he didn’t expect you to give him the silent treatment? especially when he was acting so cocky.

yeah, yeah, he fucked you good. really good—but giving him that satisfaction would only make him cockier.

you didn’t know why you were being so stubborn with him. most likely because it was early in the morning and his attitude wasn’t sitting well with you.

you felt warm breath on your neck and his familiar voice close to your ear, “c’mon princess, you gonna say something or do i have to make you?”

you knew exactly what he meant by ‘make you’ when you felt his fingertips slipping up your leg. this damn boy really was horny all the time.

you delivered a quick jab to his ribs with your elbow and his hand fell away. when you looked up his expression looked hurt.

your gaze softened and you cupped his jaw, “gray, my uh—i’m just hurting a little bit. i don’t think i can take much more right now.”

“right,” he muttered and his smirk flickered back.

it was silent for a few moments, “did i really do that good?”

something grayson had always loved about you was that you had a little more cushion than other girls. a little more skin to grab on your hips, and to smack on your thighs. it turned him on to the extreme.

so while you were giving him all you had, bouncing like your life depended on it, there wasn’t much he could do to keep his hands off of you. his palms kneaded into the soft flesh of your ass, fingers dug in to undoubtedly leave a few bruises behind. he even lay a sharp smack to your right cheek, a yelp of pleasure coming from you shortly after.

“fuck, baby,” he grunted, throwing his head back forcefully against the pillow behind him when you started grinding yourself down, “just like that.”

he smacked your ass again, loving the feeling of you swiveling your hips so perfectly, skin steamy and in close contact with his. your ass jiggled from the impact and the clap reverberated off the hollow walls of his room.

good thing ethan wasn’t home, he would have dampened the mood instantly. at least that was what you thought because you would have instantly grown embarrassed at his older twin’s presence. you’d shoot off graysons lap with a squeak, so fast he wouldn’t be able to protest or keep you down on him to finish the job.

god grayson loved your ass so much he couldn’t get enough of it. the soft skin on your curves was bright red, white fingerprints speckled across the surface where his prying fingers used to be. so, it wasn’t a surprise when you felt him yet again bring his hand down on your sore flesh, smoothing his palm over the warm spot straight after. all of the blood rushing to the surface of your skin from each slap made your skin hot and steamy. grayson fucking adored every bit of it.

“this fuckin’ ass is mine,” he rumbled with a growl, snapping his own hips up to meet yours, “and this pussy.”

your feathery whimpers of his name echoed in his ear and that only sent him drilling into you harder. his balls were slick with your juices and they were slapping against your underside making the skin there sore also.

it wasn’t long before you were easily coming undone on top of him, screaming his name in a way that made his heart, along with his ego, swell.

he didn’t stop, not for the life of him was that going to happen. he was so damn close, fucking up into you so hard you saw stars behind your eyelids. he had his favorite girl on top of him, the girl he loved most. he was so wrapped up in you that he surprised even himself when he let go finally.

your eyes shot open with a moan feeling him filling you up straight to the brim. as one last little gesture for grayson’s pleasure, you dropped your hand to spread at your pussy lips. his hooded eyes were locked on the spot where your bodies connected, watching as your mix of fluids dribbled out of you as he thrusted slowly still.