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When the party was winding down, he knew he had one more thing left for him and it was coming in a very attractive package, just waiting for him. He slowly sidled over, extending the Doctor a bemused smile as he continued to eat the chocolate frosting from his finger. "So," he spoke, slightly tipsy from all the alcohol and the adrenaline. "I'm thirty now. Which means I have to be dignified. Serious. And most of all," he said, skipping a beat. "Adult interrelations."

He gave a very business-oriented nod. "Uh huh. Because now. Thirty."

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The Doctor made a slight noise and moved up into Chase's mouth. "Love you too," he mumbled. "But there's a stick poking into my arse. In the not good way."

Chase snorted at that and backed up to offer both hands out to the Doctor, yanking him up to his feet as he brought him close, groping his arse in the process. "Is there cake at home?" he asked curiously.

"Couple pieces," the Doctor said, getting up and stretching a little bit. "Why, you didn't get enough at the party?"

"I don't want the cake," he said, brushing off his thighs and back and arse before he made his way to the house, tucking his key back under his shirt. "I want the icing. And I want to eat it off you," he said, with casual nonchalance.

The Doctor nearly paused right there in the path and stared at him for a moment before following. "Won't that get crumbs in the bed," he said.

"Not cake," he specified, waiting for the Doctor about ten feet away. "I wanna smear icing all over your chest, hips, and lower, and eat and suck it off? Why, can't I have a birthday dessert?"

Catching up with him, the Doctor smirked. "You had two pieces of cake and several cookies," he said, but he was just pretending to be difficult.

"I want more," he said, deliberating being difficult himself, wrapping an arm around the Doctor's waist to keep him alongside, starting to kiss at his neck, burying his face in there, hair falling in his eyes.

"Well. Since it's your birthday," the Doctor said, clearing his throat to try to keep from getting too into this too damned fast. "I guess you can. If you really want."

Chase eased back to give the Doctor a broad grin and took his hand, leading the way as he pushed open the Treehouse door, yanked up the slices they had there and went up the stairs, making sure Atalanta stayed in her own doggie bed.

When he got upstairs, he swiped everything off the bed, setting the plate down on the coverlet as he started to yank off his silk tie, eyeing the Doctor with a dark look.

The Doctor leaned back against the door, wondering if Chase had actually thought he'd say no. He looked at him, nonchalantly. "Kinky," he drawled.

"And here House called me vanilla for months and months," he muttered, somewhat bitter about that, still. He wasn't plain and he didn't need to be babied.

"I never thought you were," the Doctor said, "if that makes you feel any better." He watched Chase's hands against the silk of the tie, thoughtfully.

Chase gave the Doctor a slow grin. "The sex we had on the stairs sort of proves that wrong," he agreed, wandering over and wrapping the tie around the Doctor's neck to tug him slowly closer, undoing his shirt with one hand. "Let's see you naked," he mused to himself.

"Only sort of?" the Doctor protested. He fought just slightly against the tie to make things more interesting. "And are you gonna get me to that status? I hope so."

Was this how grownups had sex? He didn't know.

Chase couldn't help another grin, getting the last button undone and slipping his palm down the Doctor's torso and into his trousers as he let the tie and the Doctor's suit jacket and shirt fall to the floor in one pile.

He kept backing up, crooking a finger towards him as he sat on the bed, sucking frosting slowly off his finger and toed his shoes off with the socks, now removing his grey suit jacket and the pink shirt.

"You keep that up and all the frosting'll be ate up before I even get near you," the Doctor pointed out, following him to the bed, stepping out of his pants.

Chase eased back onto his elbows on the bed, jeans still on as he peered up at the Doctor and grinned at him. "I can be patient too," he said, very patiently, hair in his eyes and all his bruises starting to fade.

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Crawling onto the bed, the Doctor appraised him before leaning in and kissing him slowly. "How patient?" he asked, curious.

God, not that patient if Chase just looked at the Doctor too long, because he weakened by the second just staring at him and he swallowed hard, hands going to his hips while flipping them over, reaching for the plate and swiping two fingers through it, transferring it to the Doctor's chest and smearing it down to the V of his hips.

Looking up at him, the Doctor's eyes darkened, hips pressing up slightly, and he almost seemed to taunt him without even saying anything. He could smell the chocolate. Much better than the explosion.

Chase started low, grinning up at the Doctor through the lanky strands of hair. "Patience is overrated," he murmured in a low growl of a tone, nipping and sucking as he licked the first line of chocolate off, teeth making a dent of a mark slowly and carefully, tongue perilously close to the Doctor's cock.

Gulping, the Doctor's eyes closed as his head fell back. "God, love," he breathed, fingers clenching around the duvet. He wondered how much patience there would be before the teasing stopped.

Chase loved both things at his mouth's disposal, the sweetness of the frosting and the Doctor. He very much loved the Doctor, which was convenient, seeing as he had married him and all. He didn't say anything, just smeared more on new places (collarbone, neck, shoulders) and made slow work of it.

This time the Doctor's clenched fingers were keeping him from grabbing Chase and gently pushing him downward to resume his attentions. But hell, it was his birthday. He drew on inner resolve and breathed in, shaky.