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Shellie and Mage have a bit of fun with a surprisingly cooperative Soviet~ [WARNING, EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT.]
meatysoviet (6:01:16 PM): Perhaps, if there had been anyone else there other than this odd creature and it's master, he may have put up more of a struggle just for image's sake but there wasn't and the feeling this small mass of gelatinous goo was managing to create was better than any masturbation he'd be able to do himself. His dominant arm moved behind him as he back arched and his hips bucked forward, doing his best to keep his balance through the pleasure, removing the glove of his other hand with his teeth quickly before letting it move towards his groin, feeling the creature's tendrils around his cock as he moved to grab hold of it at the base, holding it tightly between his thumb and index finger, forming something of a makeshift cock ring- if this was going to have to happen, he was going to milk it for all it was worth.
meatysoviet (6:04:34 PM): He was getting hot visibly, colour flushing his face and his shoulders, his nipples hard under the grip of the slime- they had been anyway, through chill and then through the quick surge of fear he'd experienced earlier, but now it was just through pleasure, the soviets skin starting to tinge with perspiration. His enjoyment may have been hindered slightly by noticing that the man who got him in this predicament was now quite happily jerking off to what was infront of him but not by much- he was something of a vouyer by nature himself.
icy_embers (7:44:49 PM): icy_embers (6:08:12 PM): Mage, himself, has no interest whatsoever in maintaining his image for anyone but Alfred and he undoes his leather pants one-handed to pull himself out, chuckling. He's pierced heavily from base to head with a long ladder of studs crowned by a heavy look Prince Albert, and he purrs when a questing tentacle slithers its way over to him to help him out, curling around the shaft to stroke slowly. The rest of Shellie's attention is focused on the Soviet; if she notices him trying to hold off orgasm she doesn't do anything about it. She gets no small part of her nourishment from sexual pleasure in general, and the Soviet is giving her plenty to feed on as the slick tentacles wind their way over his body.
icy_embers (6:09:57 PM): "You seem to be enjoying yourself," he grins at him, putting his teacup down neatly on the end table beside him, watching a few tentacles trail over the insides of the man's thighs up to the junction of them.
meatysoviet (6:19:30 PM): He'd reply, or at least something coherent, but his mouth is full, thankfully this time not from the mass currently pleasuring his crotch, but by his still-gloved hand, doing his damnedest to hold back a bark of pleasure that had quickly formed in his throat. He managed to subdue it, the breath that left him afterwards heavy and shuddered and it was at that poit he noticed the others state of undress, most particuarly the piericings. He'd never seen anything like it, but the his imagination alone on it was another to send another rush of blood straight down to his cock, regardless of the slime's properties or not.
meatysoviet (6:24:15 PM): He managed to give the other a nod to his question, letting his hand fall from his mouth as he did so, another rush of pleasure flashing through his body, bringing forth a jolt from his muscles. He was sweating now, visibly, and his gaze was on the man sitting comfortably in front of him... When he thought about it (and only when he let himself think about it) the man in front of him was remarkably attractive, to the soviet at least- he was powerful, very powerful and they looked similar, something the soviet was always partial to. Still, he'd never admit his thoughts out loud, not if he could help it.
meatysoviet (6:32:47 PM): He did however, start saying something, unable to hold back his tongue any longer. It was mostly russian and mostly nonsense and curse words, his free hand running through his hair for the moment, his fingers around his erection inching tighter together for a moment. This was going to sate him for a while, at least... his only worry was getting a fuck as good as this again.
icy_embers (6:46:41 PM): Mage would always, always be happy to share his beloved pet's attention-- after all, while Shellie was by no means a chore to feed, it took a lot of energy to do so, and some things he enjoyed Shellie simply couldn't provide to him. He purrs lowly and rolls his hips up into the slick tentacle caressing him, groaning softly. He is indeed powerful, and he enjoys displaying his power, often through bullying and scare tactics but also in his personal life. Although the rumors in their home state that Alfred brought Ivan under the long arm of the law, it's quite the reverse.
icy_embers (6:47:50 PM): The tentacles exploring his groin shift down to pet and nudge curiously over his entrance, the tentacle over his cock sinking down lower over him to fondle and stroke.
meatysoviet (7:03:14 PM): His eyes widened and there was an obvious noise of surprise as he felt the tentacles move lower- while he wasn't entirely new to what the creature between his legs was getting at it had been a very, very long time since he had been taken, not since the times before he was an empire. However, the feeling on his phallus coerced the noise of surprise into little more than a needy moan, licking his lips languoriously as his gloved hand moved from his hair to his forehead, brushing away some of the dampness now conquering his body, spreading his legs at the continuious probing as well as the additional waves of wanton lust that came from the creature between his legs as it fondled and coerced him more and more into sexual euphoria. For a moment he thought how stupid this whole thing was, but his thought process was very quickly thrown aside for inside cursing loudly in russian as he felt himself finally start to precum.
icy_embers (7:08:05 PM): Shellie makes one soft noise, a quiet chirrup, and the tentacle sucking him starts sucking and stroking the Soviet more deliberately, more intensely, when he begins to precum. The Mage, himself, has his eyes half lidded and is rolling his hips shamelessly against the slick appendage touching him, purring again when the tentacle's end folds into a delicate pinching grasper to play with his piercings. The tentacles on Soviet, meanwhile, eagerly press forward when he spreads his legs, an exceptionally slick small one pressing inside with very little preamble to gush more of the slimy, sensitizing liquid inside and begin moving, searching carefully for the man's sweet spot to abuse it.
meatysoviet (7:27:15 PM): He takes his fingers from the base of his erection, little point for them now he was so close to coming, his hand slamming onto the floor audibly to support his hips bucking at the feeling of the creature inside of him, a noise of shock stuck in his throat, his gloved hand going back to his hair, holding it tightly as he leaned in on himself. As good as it felt, he had some bad memories about being entered, and the general fact that it was more of a submissive role went against his usual principle, especially since he was the submissive in this case entirely- he had no form of control within the situation. However, it felt good, it felt really good and his hips rolled with both the feeling on his cock and the slow, probing feeling now crawling up his rear towards his prostate, the noises leaving his lips growing lower in pitch and more primal, the cursing and the words leaving him for a moment as he got himself accustomed to his over-stimulation.
icy_embers (7:32:07 PM): "What a filthy mouth you have on you," he smirks from across the room, exhaling a quiet little moan, close to orgasming himself as Shellie is investigating his body the same way. He has his gloved hands gripping the arms of the highbacked chair, skin flushed and eyes fairly glowing as he stares at the Soviet, obviously getting off on the show in front of him. Another small tentacle probes at the Soviet's body and pushes in beside the first one, the second rubbing and pulling around the tight ring of muscle while the first gets ever closer to his prostate, rubbing against it hard and eagerly as soon as it finds it.
meatysoviet (8:02:53 PM): He barely heard the other's words, his ears blocked by the clenching of his jaw, his breath held in his throat and the second tentacle moved into him, his breathing coming out in a long hiss as he felt the second tendril at his ring, and feeling the first finally find his prostate. He arched visibly as it started to grind against it, moving with the obvious hip roll to move to a better position, his hands supporting him as he moved to all fours, his hips continuing to move with the creature inside him, now feeling the mass of it resting softly against his stomach, that feeling in itself moving his pelvis faster, his thrusts accompanied by soft moans, his body chest arching, only just off the floor, giving the other's familar enough space to continue its feeding.
icy_embers (8:16:14 PM): The mage barely lasts another minute watching the Soviet buck and roll on all fours like a wanton dog, tipping his head back with a moan as he orgasms, Shellie pliantly accepting his thrusting and eagerly absorbing his spend as the man sinks back in his chair to finish watching the show. The tentacle around the Soviet's erection morphs to become thicker and deeper, a slick, suckingly tight channel for him to buck and thrust against while the two inside of him twist together and thicken, forming heavy, rubbery ridges that stretch him with each thrust in and out.
meatysoviet (8:50:17 PM): He could feel the perspiration dripping from his body as he moved, his toes curling inside his boots and his hands clenching against the floor, the sounds of the other man hitting climax for some reason sending a shiver of delight up his spine- he wasn't quite sure if it was because the other had come watching him be pleasured, or just another enjoyable side effect of the gel's secretions, but he enjoyed it just the same,a half smile hitting his lips before he could stop it, though it stayed as ever so hospitable dominator started to get him to climax, mumbling nonsense and softly cursing again in russian, most of which was rather self-degrading and nothing he would ever say outside the bedroom (as telling someone you were a whore to a bloblike mass in general conversation was somewhat a private affair, at least in his mind.)
icy_embers (8:54:44 PM): "Filthy," he chuckles again, pulling a hankerchief from a sleeve to clean himself with and right his clothing, enjoying watching the end of the performance, his breath catching when he hears the things the Soviet is saying-- Alfred rarely deigned to talk like that, even during sex, but Ivan himself loved dirty talk; the dirtier, the more depraved, the better. "Are you going to come, Sovjet~?" He coos teasingly, picking up his tea again and watching him over the rim of the cup. "Da~? Does it feel so good~?"
meatysoviet (9:07:44 PM): He forced a groan in response to both questions, bowing his head as the ridged tentacle inside him continued to thrust into him, the feeling on his cock becoming too much to hold back. He came with a visible wince on his features and a hoarse cry on his lips, crumpling onto his hands, his lower half still poised upwards in a bid not to crush the thing nestling under his stomach, as pointless as the thought was. He wasn't used to fucking with stange goo-like beings (though it was quickly becoming a consideration), so the idea that it would just... slither out from under him hadn't occurred to him just yet.
icy_embers (9:23:26 PM): The Mage smiles when he sees his double orgasm and pours a second steaming cup for the man-- once he's up and about again. Shellie underneath him absorbs his just as eagerly and neatly as her master's and then flattens and expands under him, squishing up like a soft, almost dry pillow under him as she stops excreting her acrid fluid. "Tired now~?" He asks.
meatysoviet (9:40:50 PM): He shivered slightly, the air suddenly cold against his skin, not moving from the position he was in. It didn't matter much though, as his nod was visible regardless, taking a few minutes to compose himself into more than just a quivering heap, managing to pull himself upwards into a sitting position, his hands instinctively moving round the goo in between his legs. He was still rather dazed, obviously, at what just happened as he sluggishly tried to pull up his trousers and underwear.
icy_embers (10:00:35 PM): Shellie helpfully extends a few limbs to pull his clothes on more quickly and then churrs quietly, mooshing up against him to cuddle in his lap and against his chest, gradually regaining her normal shape and tucking her long neck into the crook of his arm. The Mage rises to his feet gracefully and brings him a teacup, letting go of it gently where it, and the saucer holding it, stay floating gently.
meatysoviet (10:10:56 PM): He didn't move away from the cuddle, still quite comfortably holding the mass of sexbeast in his arms, his gaze on the man in front of him as he rose, shirking back ever so slightly as he moved closer. He swallowed, visibly as he stopped, watching the teacup in earnest interest, more so as his double moved away, the crockery staying where it was. It took him a while to take it, but he did, using the arm that the creature wasn't smooshed up against.
meatysoviet (10:15:51 PM): He moved the saucer to his leg, taking the cup from it and sipping the liquid inside it. It was rather bizarre to him admittedly, to be sipping tea and cuddling a strange glob-like creature after letting himself be taken by it and watching it's owner jerk off to the whole situation... but he did it regardless, even if it was in something of a dumbed daze... It hadn't actually been that bad of an experience, if he was honest. He'd definitley had worse.
icy_embers (10:24:02 PM): The mage begins collecting scattered things up and putting them away neatly, humming quietly to himself and reaching out to pat an appreciative Shellie gently. He smirks down at him, his own cup in hand to enjoy. "See~" he chuckles. "Was not so bad, da~ It looked like you were quite enjoying yourself~"
meatysoviet (10:26:51 PM): "Have had worse..." He said little else, sipping his tea a few more times as he watched the other clean up around him, a hand moving to grab his shirt, tie and jacket slowly. He brought his tie to his lips as he thought on the whole experience, and admittedly the stupidest question came to mind... But he just had to ask.
meatysoviet (10:28:41 PM): "What was all that metal?" He was curious and admittedly the sight of the other's pierced phallus had heavily aroused him "Is that something you did of did someone do that to you?"
icy_embers (10:32:08 PM): It takes him a second to realize what the other man is talking about and he grins wolfishly at him when he does. "My piercings~? The ones going up are called a ladder, the bigger piece at the end was a Prince Albert piercing. I had it done to me because Alfred suggested it~ In exchange for a few conditions, da?" He smirks, obviously pleased with how things worked out.
meatysoviet (6:01:16 PM): Perhaps, if there had been anyone else there other than this odd creature and it's master, he may have put up more of a struggle just for image's sake but there wasn't and the feeling this small mass of gelatinous goo was managing to create was better than any masturbation he'd be able to do himself. His dominant arm moved behind him as he back arched and his hips bucked forward, doing his best to keep his balance through the pleasure, removing the glove of his other hand with his teeth quickly before letting it move towards his groin, feeling the creature's tendrils around his cock as he moved to grab hold of it at the base, holding it tightly between his thumb and index finger, forming something of a makeshift cock ring- if this was going to have to happen, he was going to milk it for all it was worth.
meatysoviet (6:04:34 PM): He was getting hot visibly, colour flushing his face and his shoulders, his nipples hard under the grip of the slime- they had been anyway, through chill and then through the quick surge of fear he'd experienced earlier, but now it was just through pleasure, the soviets skin starting to tinge with perspiration. His enjoyment may have been hindered slightly by noticing that the man who got him in this predicament was now quite happily jerking off to what was infront of him but not by much- he was something of a vouyer by nature himself.
icy_embers (7:44:49 PM): icy_embers (6:08:12 PM): Mage, himself, has no interest whatsoever in maintaining his image for anyone but Alfred and he undoes his leather pants one-handed to pull himself out, chuckling. He's pierced heavily from base to head with a long ladder of studs crowned by a heavy look Prince Albert, and he purrs when a questing tentacle slithers its way over to him to help him out, curling around the shaft to stroke slowly. The rest of Shellie's attention is focused on the Soviet; if she notices him trying to hold off orgasm she doesn't do anything about it. She gets no small part of her nourishment from sexual pleasure in general, and the Soviet is giving her plenty to feed on as the slick tentacles wind their way over his body.
icy_embers (6:09:57 PM): "You seem to be enjoying yourself," he grins at him, putting his teacup down neatly on the end table beside him, watching a few tentacles trail over the insides of the man's thighs up to the junction of them.
meatysoviet (6:19:30 PM): He'd reply, or at least something coherent, but his mouth is full, thankfully this time not from the mass currently pleasuring his crotch, but by his still-gloved hand, doing his damnedest to hold back a bark of pleasure that had quickly formed in his throat. He managed to subdue it, the breath that left him afterwards heavy and shuddered and it was at that poit he noticed the others state of undress, most particuarly the piericings. He'd never seen anything like it, but the his imagination alone on it was another to send another rush of blood straight down to his cock, regardless of the slime's properties or not.
meatysoviet (6:24:15 PM): He managed to give the other a nod to his question, letting his hand fall from his mouth as he did so, another rush of pleasure flashing through his body, bringing forth a jolt from his muscles. He was sweating now, visibly, and his gaze was on the man sitting comfortably in front of him... When he thought about it (and only when he let himself think about it) the man in front of him was remarkably attractive, to the soviet at least- he was powerful, very powerful and they looked similar, something the soviet was always partial to. Still, he'd never admit his thoughts out loud, not if he could help it.
meatysoviet (6:32:47 PM): He did however, start saying something, unable to hold back his tongue any longer. It was mostly russian and mostly nonsense and curse words, his free hand running through his hair for the moment, his fingers around his erection inching tighter together for a moment. This was going to sate him for a while, at least... his only worry was getting a fuck as good as this again.
icy_embers (6:46:41 PM): Mage would always, always be happy to share his beloved pet's attention-- after all, while Shellie was by no means a chore to feed, it took a lot of energy to do so, and some things he enjoyed Shellie simply couldn't provide to him. He purrs lowly and rolls his hips up into the slick tentacle caressing him, groaning softly. He is indeed powerful, and he enjoys displaying his power, often through bullying and scare tactics but also in his personal life. Although the rumors in their home state that Alfred brought Ivan under the long arm of the law, it's quite the reverse.
icy_embers (6:47:50 PM): The tentacles exploring his groin shift down to pet and nudge curiously over his entrance, the tentacle over his cock sinking down lower over him to fondle and stroke.
meatysoviet (7:03:14 PM): His eyes widened and there was an obvious noise of surprise as he felt the tentacles move lower- while he wasn't entirely new to what the creature between his legs was getting at it had been a very, very long time since he had been taken, not since the times before he was an empire. However, the feeling on his phallus coerced the noise of surprise into little more than a needy moan, licking his lips languoriously as his gloved hand moved from his hair to his forehead, brushing away some of the dampness now conquering his body, spreading his legs at the continuious probing as well as the additional waves of wanton lust that came from the creature between his legs as it fondled and coerced him more and more into sexual euphoria. For a moment he thought how stupid this whole thing was, but his thought process was very quickly thrown aside for inside cursing loudly in russian as he felt himself finally start to precum.
icy_embers (7:08:05 PM): Shellie makes one soft noise, a quiet chirrup, and the tentacle sucking him starts sucking and stroking the Soviet more deliberately, more intensely, when he begins to precum. The Mage, himself, has his eyes half lidded and is rolling his hips shamelessly against the slick appendage touching him, purring again when the tentacle's end folds into a delicate pinching grasper to play with his piercings. The tentacles on Soviet, meanwhile, eagerly press forward when he spreads his legs, an exceptionally slick small one pressing inside with very little preamble to gush more of the slimy, sensitizing liquid inside and begin moving, searching carefully for the man's sweet spot to abuse it.
meatysoviet (7:27:15 PM): He takes his fingers from the base of his erection, little point for them now he was so close to coming, his hand slamming onto the floor audibly to support his hips bucking at the feeling of the creature inside of him, a noise of shock stuck in his throat, his gloved hand going back to his hair, holding it tightly as he leaned in on himself. As good as it felt, he had some bad memories about being entered, and the general fact that it was more of a submissive role went against his usual principle, especially since he was the submissive in this case entirely- he had no form of control within the situation. However, it felt good, it felt really good and his hips rolled with both the feeling on his cock and the slow, probing feeling now crawling up his rear towards his prostate, the noises leaving his lips growing lower in pitch and more primal, the cursing and the words leaving him for a moment as he got himself accustomed to his over-stimulation.
icy_embers (7:32:07 PM): "What a filthy mouth you have on you," he smirks from across the room, exhaling a quiet little moan, close to orgasming himself as Shellie is investigating his body the same way. He has his gloved hands gripping the arms of the highbacked chair, skin flushed and eyes fairly glowing as he stares at the Soviet, obviously getting off on the show in front of him. Another small tentacle probes at the Soviet's body and pushes in beside the first one, the second rubbing and pulling around the tight ring of muscle while the first gets ever closer to his prostate, rubbing against it hard and eagerly as soon as it finds it.
meatysoviet (8:02:53 PM): He barely heard the other's words, his ears blocked by the clenching of his jaw, his breath held in his throat and the second tentacle moved into him, his breathing coming out in a long hiss as he felt the second tendril at his ring, and feeling the first finally find his prostate. He arched visibly as it started to grind against it, moving with the obvious hip roll to move to a better position, his hands supporting him as he moved to all fours, his hips continuing to move with the creature inside him, now feeling the mass of it resting softly against his stomach, that feeling in itself moving his pelvis faster, his thrusts accompanied by soft moans, his body chest arching, only just off the floor, giving the other's familar enough space to continue its feeding.
icy_embers (8:16:14 PM): The mage barely lasts another minute watching the Soviet buck and roll on all fours like a wanton dog, tipping his head back with a moan as he orgasms, Shellie pliantly accepting his thrusting and eagerly absorbing his spend as the man sinks back in his chair to finish watching the show. The tentacle around the Soviet's erection morphs to become thicker and deeper, a slick, suckingly tight channel for him to buck and thrust against while the two inside of him twist together and thicken, forming heavy, rubbery ridges that stretch him with each thrust in and out.
meatysoviet (8:50:17 PM): He could feel the perspiration dripping from his body as he moved, his toes curling inside his boots and his hands clenching against the floor, the sounds of the other man hitting climax for some reason sending a shiver of delight up his spine- he wasn't quite sure if it was because the other had come watching him be pleasured, or just another enjoyable side effect of the gel's secretions, but he enjoyed it just the same,a half smile hitting his lips before he could stop it, though it stayed as ever so hospitable dominator started to get him to climax, mumbling nonsense and softly cursing again in russian, most of which was rather self-degrading and nothing he would ever say outside the bedroom (as telling someone you were a whore to a bloblike mass in general conversation was somewhat a private affair, at least in his mind.)
icy_embers (8:54:44 PM): "Filthy," he chuckles again, pulling a hankerchief from a sleeve to clean himself with and right his clothing, enjoying watching the end of the performance, his breath catching when he hears the things the Soviet is saying-- Alfred rarely deigned to talk like that, even during sex, but Ivan himself loved dirty talk; the dirtier, the more depraved, the better. "Are you going to come, Sovjet~?" He coos teasingly, picking up his tea again and watching him over the rim of the cup. "Da~? Does it feel so good~?"
meatysoviet (9:07:44 PM): He forced a groan in response to both questions, bowing his head as the ridged tentacle inside him continued to thrust into him, the feeling on his cock becoming too much to hold back. He came with a visible wince on his features and a hoarse cry on his lips, crumpling onto his hands, his lower half still poised upwards in a bid not to crush the thing nestling under his stomach, as pointless as the thought was. He wasn't used to fucking with stange goo-like beings (though it was quickly becoming a consideration), so the idea that it would just... slither out from under him hadn't occurred to him just yet.
icy_embers (9:23:26 PM): The Mage smiles when he sees his double orgasm and pours a second steaming cup for the man-- once he's up and about again. Shellie underneath him absorbs his just as eagerly and neatly as her master's and then flattens and expands under him, squishing up like a soft, almost dry pillow under him as she stops excreting her acrid fluid. "Tired now~?" He asks.
meatysoviet (9:40:50 PM): He shivered slightly, the air suddenly cold against his skin, not moving from the position he was in. It didn't matter much though, as his nod was visible regardless, taking a few minutes to compose himself into more than just a quivering heap, managing to pull himself upwards into a sitting position, his hands instinctively moving round the goo in between his legs. He was still rather dazed, obviously, at what just happened as he sluggishly tried to pull up his trousers and underwear.
icy_embers (10:00:35 PM): Shellie helpfully extends a few limbs to pull his clothes on more quickly and then churrs quietly, mooshing up against him to cuddle in his lap and against his chest, gradually regaining her normal shape and tucking her long neck into the crook of his arm. The Mage rises to his feet gracefully and brings him a teacup, letting go of it gently where it, and the saucer holding it, stay floating gently.
meatysoviet (10:10:56 PM): He didn't move away from the cuddle, still quite comfortably holding the mass of sexbeast in his arms, his gaze on the man in front of him as he rose, shirking back ever so slightly as he moved closer. He swallowed, visibly as he stopped, watching the teacup in earnest interest, more so as his double moved away, the crockery staying where it was. It took him a while to take it, but he did, using the arm that the creature wasn't smooshed up against.
meatysoviet (10:15:51 PM): He moved the saucer to his leg, taking the cup from it and sipping the liquid inside it. It was rather bizarre to him admittedly, to be sipping tea and cuddling a strange glob-like creature after letting himself be taken by it and watching it's owner jerk off to the whole situation... but he did it regardless, even if it was in something of a dumbed daze... It hadn't actually been that bad of an experience, if he was honest. He'd definitley had worse.
icy_embers (10:24:02 PM): The mage begins collecting scattered things up and putting them away neatly, humming quietly to himself and reaching out to pat an appreciative Shellie gently. He smirks down at him, his own cup in hand to enjoy. "See~" he chuckles. "Was not so bad, da~ It looked like you were quite enjoying yourself~"
meatysoviet (10:26:51 PM): "Have had worse..." He said little else, sipping his tea a few more times as he watched the other clean up around him, a hand moving to grab his shirt, tie and jacket slowly. He brought his tie to his lips as he thought on the whole experience, and admittedly the stupidest question came to mind... But he just had to ask.
meatysoviet (10:28:41 PM): "What was all that metal?" He was curious and admittedly the sight of the other's pierced phallus had heavily aroused him "Is that something you did of did someone do that to you?"
icy_embers (10:32:08 PM): It takes him a second to realize what the other man is talking about and he grins wolfishly at him when he does. "My piercings~? The ones going up are called a ladder, the bigger piece at the end was a Prince Albert piercing. I had it done to me because Alfred suggested it~ In exchange for a few conditions, da?" He smirks, obviously pleased with how things worked out.