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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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Chase's breath caught in his throat at that, having fully intended to say something else, but he choked on it and instead just kissed the Doctor deeply as he pushed his fingers in further, the kiss intending to say 'I'm so damn glad I didn't stay dead'.

Feeling a slight touch of tears against his face as Chase bent to kiss him, the Doctor said nothing, only kissed him back before easing away with a gasp. Chase had found just the right place, and he let his head fall back with a moan.

Chase swallowed hard again as he kissed the Doctor and eased back, taking one large sniffle as he shifted to push the Doctor's legs up and up, knees high and suspended by Chase's hands pushing them up while he pushed in, getting the right angle. "Fuck," he gasped.

"Yeah," the Doctor got out, a choked sound as it was almost too much but then wasn't nearly enough and he needed more, body responding by drawing Chase in before he could think about it. "God...please..."

Chase let his hands slip slightly, clasping the Doctor's hips with one hand while his other slowly took the Doctor in hand, adjusting to the feeling of the Doctor being so warm, almost too warm, and he stroked slow and then fast, and then faster, thrusting in and letting out a piercing cry of bliss.

Chase was good at this, and sometimes the Doctor had to not think about it because it made him jealous, but this was them now. It felt like everything he needed, right then. A good reminder of being alive. He clenched around Chase just to hear him react.

His breath caught, then hitched in his throat before a long moan took over and his eyes fell shut, pushing harder and almost too fast, ramming up as hard as he could, control slipping from him as he bit down on his lower lip.

It nearly hurt, but also felt fantastic, just the right amount of pain to pleasure, and the Doctor gasped, fingers sinking into Chase's hair and pulling hard. His hips came up, legs wrapping around Chase's hips, and taking it, all of it.

Chase hissed slightly when his hair was tugged and he pushed in harder, managing to keep his hand between them as he stroked harder and rougher, his fingers slipping every now and again. "Oh god, oh...god..."

Trying to move up, the Doctor hissed briefly in Chase's ear. "I love you," he got out, a whisper, "however old," before he devoted all energy to their movements and rhythm, a strangled whimper between his lips.

That made his heart lift into his throat and his stomach tumble with butterflies and adrenaline and he felt like a teen again as they did this, like he was still just falling in love, like sixteen months hadn't passed.

His breathing was off-kilter and he kept pushing, wanting more, wanting to feel more, but the idea that the Doctor would love him, no matter the age, oh god, but that did a number on him and it wasn't long before he found his climax, strangling out a cry as he peaked.

Kissing under Chase's chin, the Doctor had squeezed his eyes shut again, one hand moving down his back, nails dragging hard and fast, and Chase was there and he could feel it, a hot rush inside him and the way Chase's body changed, hard and soft at once.

Everything seemed a blur, and he pressed up against Chase's hand, just once or twice more, and gasped with a cry before his hips jerked and he fell hard, losing all of it from the past week, and the worry and pain, just for a moment.

Chase let out a choked cry, hand stroking and still holding on possessively and curled up with the Doctor, still inside of him. "You taste of icing," he whispered with a breathless laugh.

Trembling, the Doctor laughed too, without sound. "You taste like sex," he replied, kissing the right place under his jaw.

More breathless laughing and Chase collapsed atop the Doctor with a long and pleased groan as he pulled himself out. "God," he moaned happily. "I'll happily," he gasped out the words. "Taste of it, long as I can. Whaddaya think?" he mumbled lazily. "When will I be so repulsive that you have to stop sleeping with me? Sixty? Sixty-five?"

"Dunno," the Doctor mumbled, whimpering as he lost the heat and pressure inside, wanting it back. "Just remember that I'll be old too. So." His hips bucked slightly.

"Older," Chase mumbled, hips pushing back against the Doctor, as he was still atop him and his body just controlled some reactions. "Greys and wrinkles first for you."

He wrapped his arms tightly around the Doctor's waist. "Mm, sometimes I feel like I'm still falling."

"Falling?" the Doctor asked, not really following. He rolled them over onto their sides, one hand against the small of Chase's back.

Chase moved with the motion, getting ready for a potential second round later. "In love. With you."

"Mm." The Doctor's fingers spread out. "Is it nice?" he asked, dreamily, almost.

Chase gave a laugh at that, eyes closed all but for a fraction, which he kept open to watch the Doctor. "Bloody bliss," he agreed vehemently. "The dinky-di."

"Is that English?" the Doctor asked, hand sliding up Chase's back, then back down. "I'm hoping it's good, really..."

It was, of course, a tease.

Chase smirked at that and took that as his cue to lean in and press his lips just below the Doctor's ear. "Che bello, il mio marito è. I capelli come la notte il più bello e gli occhi, posso guardare li per tutti mia vita." He swallowed hard when he finished, smiling awkwardly.

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Slowly, the Doctor smiled, fingers moving up into Chase's hair. "Perfect," he said softly. "You're too good to me, mi amo."

"Nah," he shook it off, because to him, accomplishments were just the right facts in the right place. "I just have a good memory for this sort of stuff. S'not a big deal," he waved it off.