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No way…
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to get rid of the sleepiness from a 10+ hour flight he hadn’t been able to sleep on-
To no effect.
The situation hadn’t changed-
He was still in his Seisoukan bedroom, as the feeling of the wooden door against his fingers, along with the familiar decorations would confirm.
The air was still a bit chilly against his skin, and his hand was still holding to the handle of his travel bag.
All beds but one empty despite the late hour, for better or for worse-
And, more importantly, there were still blue eyes looking at him from across the room; questioning, a bit curious, mildly uncomfortable. Icy cold, with long silver eyelashes.
The same eyes he often saw in the mirror…
The mostly naked body displayed on top of his bed – legs wide open, dripping in fluids and flushed red – uncomfortably similar to his own in ways he couldn’t exactly pinpoint. Something about the length of the fingers, or the line of the legs, or the few moles he could see from the door…
“Huh…” the person on the bed hummed, pushing himself slightly up on his elbows to get a better look around. Little embarrassment to show despite the compromising position he’d been caught in “…hadn’t seen these boring ass walls in a while…”
Even the sound of his voice was so… familiar. A tiny bit deeper – softer, mellower. But still. The same he heard in recordings, slightly grating to his own ears…
“Fufu, same with that dumb face” the man chuckled, head tilted slightly to the side. Silver fringe caressing his androgynous features-
“-H-huh??! What the-? HAHH?” He yelled more than anything, brain struggling to process the situation at hand.
Why was someone that looked exactly like him but older, laying on his bed, naked and with a toy up his ass? Huh??!
The man laughed softly at his reaction – long fingers reaching down to pull the sizeable toy, vibration off, right out of his hole. A wet, sloppy sound echoed through the walls – making him jolt in place, every inch of his body pleading for him to run.
And yet, he remained frozen in place. Confused. Hypnotized by the sight of his own (?) naked body, now raising from the bed and strutting closer to him…
Slightly warm hands reached up for his cheeks, holding his face up to the scrutiny of icy pools, already barely an inch away from him – eyelashes so long he could almost feel them tickling him-
“Oh-my-god… look at these soft baby cheeks” the man hummed, soft thumbs rubbing small circles against the bits of youthful softness still left in Izumi’s 19-year-old face “These baby eyes~ Oh god~ I was so cute!”
“W-what-? S-stop, d-don’t touch me!” brain finally catching up – at least a bit – to the situation, he slapped the hands away and pulled back. Feet awkwardly searching the way to the door-
Plas!
The wooden door closed with a loud thud behind him – the man that looked all so eerily like him, casually slamming it closed behind him, both of his arms around Izumi’s slender frame effectively cornering him against it.
“Hey, don’t leave so soon~ I haven’t had my fill of seeing how pretty I used to look~” the man smiled, leaning in a bit closer as to get a better look.
He felt his heart jump – his body recoiling slightly against the door. And yet… a hint of curiosity had him detail on the stranger as well-
He wasn’t any taller than Izumi, his slender body slightly more toned but still lacking in any sort of musculature that would make him look masculine. Instead, he had sightly longer hair and longer eyelashes – softer lips and what appeared to be a somewhat fuller ass.
He did have the curse of having all extra calories he consumed end up filling his behind- which must mean his older self was sloppier about his meals than him.
He frowned slightly at the thought- at the idea that his future came with no extra height but quite a bit of unnecessary extra ass.
And yet, the smiling face before him was perfectly beautiful – every bit what he’d expected it to be. A sharper jawline and more defined gestures probably part of him growing up-
“Man, I really used to frown a lot” the man before him giggled, a thumb raising up to meet Izumi’s forehead – gently massaging the wrinkle forming there “You really need to stop frowning so much! You have no idea how much it’s going to bother us”
“Stop, I don’t want a stranger touching me- much less a pervert” he snapped, pulling his face away from invading hands – his gaze swimming around the nude body of the stranger.
“Eh? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before~” The man just smiled, not a hint of shame “Though I guess it must be a bit different than yours-”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Pervert.” He insisted, recoiling further on himself –
“Come on, as if it was possible for a stranger to look as beautiful as we do” the older Izumi rolled his eyes and chuckled, as if Izumi’s words were just that ridiculous “We haven’t worked our ass out every single day to look achievable, now have we?”
Okay, that sounded a lot like himself. And looked a lot like himself-
“Ah, you’re frowning again! Really, I need you to stop that!” the older Izumi yelped, once more reaching up to soften the frown lines in Izumi’s forehead “Geez, what was I thinking with all the long flights and all the frowning!”
“…well, sorry about that” he spit the words, still annoyed yet not flinching away from the overbearing hands on his face.
“Fufu. I’d forgotten how much of a moody bitch I used to be at this age-” the man just chuckled, as if endeared, his eyes widening up a second later “Wait. This is actually perfect, I’d been thinking how if there was one thing I’d change about the past, I’d get fucked earlier-”
Izumi’s brain stopped as sudden and as catastrophically loud as a car crash–
“…h-huh?”
“We were always annoyed and high-strung because we were lacking some good dick!” the older Izumi smiled, grabbing tight to Izumi’s wrist and pulling him towards the bed – the softness of the mattress welcoming his body before he could even think to react.
So now he was laying on his back, on his bed, with a naked himself(?) sitting on top of him, working his clothes off-
“W-wait- s-stop! W-what the hell are you-?”
“Shh, shh, the walls are rather thin here, aren’t there?” the older Izumi shushed him, long fingers easily pulling his purple shirt and black undershirt from over his head “You want to explain this situation to someone?”
Izumi tensed; his barely-there struggling doing a sudden vanishing act at the word.
How would he explain this to someone? No, more importantly! If someone walked in right now, they would get an eyeful of his (older self?) naked body! No way! He’d die of embarrassment if that were to happen!
Taking advantage of his stuttering brain, the older Izumi quickly stripped him naked – slacks and underwear thrown somewhere with little care. Blue eyes now carefully inspecting him over, long fingers trailing along the softness of his stomach and up to his chest with sweet curiosity.
“Mnh!” Izumi jolted slightly as the tip of a finger casually made a circle around his nipple
“Such a natural” The older Izumi purred, now turning to flick the small bud up.
“A-ahh” Izumi’s voice raised slightly at the sensation – his back arching slightly into the touch.
The older Izumi just smiled, his free hand gently following the curve of Izumi’s inner-thigh. The caress so impossibly soft it almost felt ticklish – instinct shutting his legs, he jolted slightly as he felt his knees hit the soft sides of his older self.
“Ouch~ What are you going to do if that leaves bruises, huh?” his voice was soft even as he chastised him, still caressing small circles against the sensitive spot between his legs “I have a pool photoshoot on the weekend, can’t exactly conceal any bruises with makeup-”
“Ah, s-sorry-” he whispered, legs dropping open to the invading touches. The thought of bruising his own body – of ruining his chances in a job – so opposite to everything he was, he couldn’t even think to resist anymore-
“It’s alright” the older Izumi cooed, bringing their hips closer together –
“Ahh- w-wait…” he jolted again, hands reaching up to (carefully) grab at the older man’s shoulders as the foreign (?) warmth approached his most vulnerable spot. The one no one had ever touched…
“There, there, it’s fine. I won’t do anything weird, don’t worry~” the man hushed, pretty hips raising up slightly-
The soft fingers that had been teasing Izumi’s leg, parted from it to venture in between his older-self’s crotch– gently moving past his genitals to instead sink somewhere else.
Izumi swallowed¸ his gaze fixated on the raunchy sight of himself-
Of three long fingers, easily digging into his behind… scooping out thick droplets of lube to a chorus of wet, erotic sounds…
“Mnh~ Good thing I was all lubed up, huh?” The older Izumi half-moaned – hips raising even further as he made a show of it. His hole making a soft squelching sound as all three fingers simultaneously pulled out, dripping wet and almost glistening in thick lube-
barely a second left to breath, Izumi jolted up as the wet fingers now approached his own behind-
“A-aah…” he gasped, legs twitching as they resisted closing a second time – overwhelmed by the strange sensation of damp warmth against his rim.
“Relax for me~” the older Izumi hummed, his fingers making small circles around Izumi’s tiny hole, getting it slick with the warm lube he’d scooped from his own insides. Teasing it with a bit of pressure before pulling back-
And not too long after, he really pressed.
“A-ah!” Izumi tensed. His tight rim finally breached by a pressing digit.
“So tight~ Deep breaths, deep breaths~” the older him encouraged, getting him to shift from shallow sighs to awkwardly deeper breaths; the intruding finger expertly twisting and turning its way deeper into Izumi’s tightness as he did so “Guess this is before we ever started fingering ourselves, huh? No wonder we were always so cranky. Having an ass-pussy so perfect for sex and never doing anything with it~”
Izumi felt his shoulder jump and his legs twitch – the awkward feeling of something pushing its way inside him, barely relevant against the tingling warmth he felt from having someone do this to him.
“Ah, I can feel you sucking on my finger already~” the older him purred, twisting his finger just a bit deeper, to more twitching for Izumi’s pliant insides “But of course it is~ We’ve wanted this to happen for so long, haven’t we?”
He sucked a breath– his gaze meeting mirrored blue above him… eyes that knew everything about him.
“Since… second year of high-school maybe?” he trembled; heat spreading through his skin as his youthful shame was gently unearthed by the soft melody of his very own voice. “A~all those wet dreams… and daydreams too. Oh, how we wanted Leo-kun to fuck us.”
He whimpered – the twitching of his insides almost leading the finger to sink further. And not missing a beat, further it went. As deep as it could go- soft knuckles gently pressing against his tense rim.
“First time and you’re already so good at taking it” his older-self purred, leaning in close enough to press a soft kiss against his cheek – his breath ticklish and soft over his skin, his finger knowingly shifting around as if looking for something “So willing. So ready for it~”
He whimpered, unable to come up with any words to retort to the sweet humiliation. Any attempt he could have made crushed into nothingness as a pleasurable wave crashed against him – the soft finger inside him curling just right.
“There it is~ our little switch~” the older Izumi whispered against his cheek, peppering it with encouraging kisses. His finger offering soft caresses against his inner walls for a few seconds before purposefully reaching the sensitive bump again-
“Mhah! Ahh-ahh!” he whimpered, legs spreading further open and body shivering sweetly.
“Awn, such cute reactions” his older-self teased, twisting his finger against the sensitive spot for a couple more seconds before returning to pistoning – just shy of touching the good spot “I’ll tease there again if you stretch nicely for me, okay?”
As if to explain the meaning of his words, another finger pressed against Izumi’s rim – gently pushing its way inside to meet the other. The movement was slow and careful, the odd feeling of getting more full washed away by the soft kisses against his cheek and the tender caress of fingers against one of his nipples.
“There, you’re so good for me~” he heard against his ear, the wet tongue of his older-self easily rolling against the shell of his ear. A kind, soft caress to distract his body from the way in which his fingers spread him open; scissoring and tugging at the rim at a sweet pace, tenderly convincing his walls to cooperate even while ignoring his sweet spot.
“A…ah… ahhh…” he whimpered in a voice that didn’t sound his. Too high-pitched. Too saccharine sweet.
So needy.
“Hey, no rolling your hips on your own” his older-self chastised – the hand that had been on his chest moving down to press down on his hips.
He felt his cheeks burn as awareness caught him – He’d been moving them without even noticing. Mindlessly chasing the sparkles of pleasure from before.
“No need to rush.” His older-self reassured, lowering his weight against him. Just enough for their chests to be flushed together – hard nipples pressed together to tickling pleasure “You’ll get your G-spot teased once your pussy is soft and ready for it, okay?”
He whined, head forcefully shaking no at the word despite so many sweet pleasures wanting him to say yes – to agree to everything and anything.
“…it’s not… a pussy” he complained, hands gently pushing at the man’s shoulders to get his chest off him. The tingling pleasure of those other nipples – shamefully redder and bigger than his own – rubbing against his own making it harder to think.
“I guess not yet” his older-self whispered, soft lips pressing convincing kisses across his jawline. His fingers, spread into a wide V inside him, slowly pulling back – wet sounds dripping from the stretching rim “We better do our best to make it into one soon, then~”
“A-ahn!” he mewled, completely swallowed by the sensations. By the tingling sweetness that came from the stretch. The kisses. The circular caress of a thumb against his hip, gently but firmly keeping in place. The long nipples shamelessly rubbing against his own- “Ngah!”
His body jumped again. A third finger pressing into the faint space made by the other two just as he was getting used to the current stretch – forcing the muscle to open further, to take more.
He gasped, toes curling and hands clinging at the body in front of him. At the familiar shapes of bones and muscles and faint flesh. Like hugging himself---
Open mouth kisses now spread across his neck; wet and warm and tingling, melting his rational thought away.
Squelching sounds mixed with his own sugary moans as all three fingers expertly took turns between pistoning and spreading his softening hole, rubbing his walls and pushing at the elasticity of his rim without ever reaching the sweet spot inside him- the one that pleaded for some more attention.
“Ahn… please…” he begged in a meek purr, hips trying to rebel against the constricting prison of the hand holding them in place
“You want it in your G-spot that bad?” the soft voice asked against his ear, electric.
A small chuckle following suit as he tried to roll his hips against those long, sweet fingers yet again~
“Of course you do~” the man chuckled above him, soft and warm, his hand thrusting deeper with knowing precision. All three fingers suddenly curling against the soft spot with such intensity he could see fireworks flashing before his eyes.
“Aahh! Ahhn! Good-!” he mewled, suddenly released hips raising up to meet the caress for more–
Click.
“I’m back, sorry got caught up in some Student Council work–” before he could even process the first sound as the door opening, a familiar voice, cheery and light yet soft as a mouse, echoed through the room for but a second before dying out into awkward silence-
The Izumi on top of him had turned around to meet the intruder’s gaze, his fingers so static inside his hole he couldn’t help but wanting to rock his hips against them; dazed mind barely capable of catching onto anything but the need for pleasure, even with clearly more pressing matters at hand.
Holding tight to his remaining logic thought, he forced himself to gaze at the door as well-
At the one Isara Mao standing there, dumbfounded. First completely pale, then burning red; jaw slack and eyes wide like platters. Not a single thought working inside his brain, from the look on his stupid face.
“Oh, Isara~ Perfect timing” the older Izumi purred softly, his fingers giving Izumi’s prostate a last sweet squeeze before pulling out with a wet pop.
“Ah… uh? S-sorry! I didn’t mean to--- eh, intrude…” Isara babbled, eyes swimming around the whole room and hands waving widely in front of him.
“It’s fine, you’re not intruding at all~” the older Izumi continued, now standing in the room. As unapologetic and unashamed about his naked body as he’d been before with Izumi.
Isara’s eyes seemed to jump around even more, body flinching nervously as Izumi(?) started walking towards him-
And then, as if he just didn’t know how else to escape the situation, he fell to his knees. Curled into a perfect dogeza in the floor, he pressed his forehead tightly against the floor.
“I’m so SO SORRY, please forgive me I wasn’t- I’d never- had never…WOULD NEVER-!”
“I already said you don’t need to apologize” the older Izumi cooed, gently crouching close to Isara – his soft hand rubbing a tender circle around his back “You actually came at the perfect moment-”
“Huh?” Isara raised his head from the floor, a massive question mark appearing on top of it.
The older Izumi just smiled, gentle hands helping Isara off the floor as he casually closed the door behind them.
“I have a super important favor to ask of you~” he pushed through, long arms easily locking around Isara and leading him towards the bed. Right towards a startled Izumi, taken so off guard he could do little but closing his legs and trying to cover with his hands-
“Ah… eh? Sena-senpai?” Isara blinked, confused. Probably too taken aback by the other naked Izumi to notice this naked Izumi until now… “huh?”
Green eyes wide open, he shifted back and forth between the beauty holding him up and the beauty splayed on the bed for a few seconds, confusion only increasing by the second.
“I’m from the future, and that is the current Izumi” the older Izumi explained as casually as if taking about the weather, a foxy smile on his perfectly soft lips “It’s fine, you don’t need to understand it or think too deeply about it~ after all I only need this here~”
A soft hand had been rolling down Isara’s strong torso as he spoke, casually reaching down his belt to cop a feel at the boy’s cock as he finished his sentence-
“S-senpai??!”
“Oh, it’s getting hard already~” the older Izumi purred, his hand expertly caressing the hardening shape from above the fabric “Ah, the marvels of youth~
“Ah… s-stop… mnhh” Isara trembled; his demand barely audible between his moans.
“Shh, be good~” the older Izumi purred, licking at the boy’s ear as his other hand moved down as well to deal with his school pants- a hard, thick cock bouncing right out of the open fly barely a few seconds later…
Right before the startled gaze of the younger Izumi-
What seemed very much like his own hand, white and soft, easily wrapping itself around the grotesque girth of Isara – rubbing it up and down with practiced eased. A soft palm rubbing the top of the red glans as the other hand squeezed down on the intimidating curve of the twitching flesh, caressing the veins without even needing to look – a flow of clear pre-cum soon dripping across the twitching flesh.
“Such a good cock as always~” Izumi praised against Isara’s ear, getting a soft grumbled moan from the boy “And I have the perfect pocket pussy for it~”
Isara’s shoulders jumped slightly at the words, a raw groan rolling from his throat - his dick twitching and throbbing in Izumi’s white hands
Blue eyes gazed at Izumi from above – the soft gaze enough to communicate what followed.
“No- no way!” his voice trembled, a weird warmth in his stomach “T-that’s…”
Kuma-kun’s beloved Maa-kun…
The words wouldn’t come out of his mouth. Even though he wanted to say them. Even though he needed to say them…
In front of him, Isara’s cock bounced needily – still caught in hands that looked like his own. Throbbing. Desperate. The musk of pre-cum and sweat filling the room…
He felt the sharp gaze of his older-self… a soft smile tugging at those tender lips as they watched him struggle and hesitate.
“It’ll be fine. I promise.” he assured in between pressing soft licks to Isara’s ear “Just open your legs”
The knowing tone of his own voice all too convincing; a narrator of an inevitable future…
He gulped down-
He was burning hot, the pleasant itch inside of him still begging to be sated…
The blue eyes barely visible behind Isara seemed encouraging. It’s what you want. It’s what you need. It’ll work out. It’ll be fine. Let go-
Still nervous, he leaned back on the softness of the bed, long legs awkwardly spreading open-
The older him smiled.
“There Isara~ A pocket pussy just for your cock~” he whispered against the boy’s ear, gesturing with his eyes for Isara to look down. At the soft Izumi spread in the bed – his legs wide open and his still virgin hole, pink and slightly wet, winking in need.
“…t-that’s…” Isara gulped down, the warm hands around his cock and the tingling whisper on his ear making thinking hard “…that’s Sena-senpai…”
“A pocket pussy” Izumi insisted against his ear, his hand squeezing tighter on the base of his throbbing cock. Sweet punishment. “Just for you~”
Isara gulped down the wet heat pooling in his mouth.
To be fair, he hadn’t been sleeping properly.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he got more than 5 hours straight of sleep, not to mention the many cans of Monster he’d been chugging up just today. He’d probably passed out at the student council and was having some weird kind of- wet dream?
He’d never had one with Sena before but… why not? He was pretty damn hot… and if it wasn’t real, then what harm would it be in indulging for a little bit?
“…a pocket pussy” he repeated, eyes zeroing on the pink hole still twitching. Calling for him.
“Exactly~” Izumi kissed his ear – his soft hand gently leading his throbbing cock towards the needy hole, lining it up perfectly against it-
“Push slowly” Izumi command but a wet whisper against his ear, he let out a small moan – his hips pushing slow but certain against the tightness.
“Mn!” Izumi whined. The hot member, much thicker than his three fingers together, firmly pushing against him – its relentless pressure mercilessly prying him open “A-ahn!”
He threw his head back against the mattress, the imposing pressure, slippery wet in pre-cum, filling him slowly –forcing his quivering hole wide open to take it.
“D-damn… it’s tight-” Isara groaned above him, his hands naturally finding their way to Izumi’s waist.
“It is brand new and you’re a big boy~” Izumi whispered against his ear, warm hands gently opening his school shirt to better caress his skin “You’ll have to break it in~”
Isara gulped – fingers digging a bit harder onto the soft dip of the waist he’d grasped.
“Roll your hips slowly, let it savor what a real man feels like~” Izumi whispered against his ear, his hands offering sweet caresses to his lower abdomen as he obediently rolled his hips into the tight hole. His thick cock making small progress against the tight muscle “Yes, just like that~”
“Mmnn…” Izumi trembled, his insides gently stirred by the soft rocking back and forth. His heart beating loudly inside his ears-
“It’s getting softer, no? It’ll get even better once it’s learned how good your cock is~” Izumi whispered, nibbling at his ear encouragingly – his hands warmly caressing his lower abdomen as he spoke “Pull it closer as you push inside-”
Izumi whimpered again – his body being dragged back on the sheets to meet the cock impaling him. More and more of that overwhelming thickness being fed into his guts-
“Mn! It’s… tightening again!”
“Don’t stop now, you’re almost there~” Izumi encouraged, hands pushing him even harder against the resisting hole “Come on, one two, one two~”
Rolling his hips at the commanding rhythm being moaned against his ear, Isara sunk deeper-
His head caressing the sweet spot inside Izumi that itched for attention for barely a second before continuing forward, the thick curve that followed the glans flattening the spot nice and painful as he finally- FINALLY- bottomed out.
“Nghh!” Izumi mewled, eyes rolling back and body spasming gently- a small climax that didn’t quite materialize into an ejaculation burning through his skin.
“Ahh… nh…” Isara panted above him – his hands painfully tight against his hipbones.
“Good job~” Izumi encouraged against his ear, his fingers gently crawling down from his waist and to their connection, sliding gently against the puffed rim of Izumi’s hole “So good, right?”
Isara nodded, eyes screwed shut as he seemed to savor the moment.
“For you too, isn’t it?” he asked, this time to Izumi.
A playful smile on his lips, he now reached forward to flick at his small prick, standing tall in need despite being completely untouched. A few droplets of white spraying from the tip at the painful stimulation along with sweet moans-
“Such a raunchy pocket pussy” he smiled, giving Isara’s butt a small slap “Fuck it silly, okay?”
Like his last constrain had been lifted, Isara pounded on Izumi’s soft hole – hips rutting fast and hard against the softening walls, gently sucking him further in.
“Ahh! Aaahhh ahhh!” Izumi moaned, the rough pounding making the thick cock tug from his hole with each pull and spread it back out with every thrust- enough girth to push his prostate into sweet submission every time he bottomed out even without aiming for it.
“Told you Isara’s cock was really good~” the older Izumi hummed against his ear. At some point having left Isara’s side to sit on the soft mattress – his hands searching Izumi’s body now, tenderly caressing along his ribs and up to his chest “Focus on how nice it stretches you~ how good it fucks you~”
“Mnhg!” Izumi’s back raised from the mattress – a specially good thrust hitting his prostate hard enough to make him see stars
“It’s delicious, isn’t it?” the older Izumi purred, his fingers easily latching to the tiny buds of Izumi’s nipples, rubbing them gently “You won’t be able to live without it now, right?”
Izumi gasped, whimpered – the little tingling from his chest unable to compete against the earth-shattering pleasure from Isara pounding into him with every last bit of stamina and abdominal strength he had. Which was a lot.
Fuck-
Izumi smiled above, knowing – his teeth marking tiny playful bites along his jawline.
“Cum from your pussy like the slut you know you are~”
He tensed – head shaking no and body struggling into a last attempt to escape the inevitable-
Not that he could. Isara’s strong hands forced him put as he rutted a last desperate spurt into the deepest parts of his guts- once, and twice and-
He stopped, his cock pulsating with the strength of his release – thick ropes of white suddenly flooding his insides.
“Ahn~ fuck… AAAHHH” he screamed – tears rolling down his cheeks at the intensity of his own release. Violent and rough and so good- crashing him into a million pieces under the knowing gaze of his own blue eyes.
“Look at you, having your first bitch orgasm from being creampied~” he purred, pulling a bit harder from soft nipples to a small whimper from Izumi “Just like me~”
He frowned a bit – his throat too raw and his mind to exhausted to actually say what he wanted to say. Though it seemed like his older-self understood just fine, a soft smile marking his features.
“Be a good slut, okay? It’ll make both of our lives easier” he giggled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his lips before moving back… vanishing just as suddenly as he’d appeared.
“Huh?” taken aback by the sudden disoperation he tried sitting up, just to find hands still keeping him tightly pressed against Isara’s hips – his cock somehow still hard despite just coming “What the-?”
“…Sena-senpai… once more?” the boy offered a meek smile, easily pushing him down into the mattress – mouth capturing his into a sloppy before he could even try to say no…
Oh well…
Another round couldn’t possibly hurt, right?