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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 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.

"You're picking it up," the Doctor said. "Could get by in Italy. Definitely if you were trying to romance someone." He flashed a dark, pleased look at Chase.

"Don't need to romance anyone," he said, tangling up their legs with the blankets as he gave the Doctor his confident smirk. "I have a bedwarmer. Very attractive, very intelligent." He leaned in to kiss him slowly. "Mm. Good kisser, too. Even if he eats onions."

The Doctor snorted. "Is that what the term is?" he asked, then kissed Chase back, sucking on his lower lip. "No one's forcing you to kiss me."

"Nah," Chase mumbled lazily, shifting until he was lying atop the Doctor again, like he couldn't go too long without being there. "But I think I'm addicted to it," he murmured softly, kissing and kissing some more. He grinned against the kiss after a second, sporfling a laugh out. "Oh god," he groaned. "I was just thinking of my first kiss."

Not like the Doctor minded. He kissed Chase under his chin. "You wanna tell me about it?" he asked, lifting a brow. "I'll tell you mine."

"Yeah, I do," Chase grinned and agreed, lifting his chin just enough to get more kisses. "Her name was Margaret, but I just called her Megs. Knew her since I was six. When we were nine, we kissed and I cut my lip on her braces," he told the Doctor with a boyish grin.

"Ow," the Doctor said. "I'm surprised that didn't put you off it for life." He nipped the skin under Chase's jaw, slowly.

"We tried again the day after she got her braces off," he murmured, giving a pleased sound when the Doctor kept doing that to his chin. "I thought I was gonna marry her someday. Redhead, actually. With freckles," he whispered, tapping the Doctor's freckles with his fingers.

"Pretty?" the Doctor asked, curious. He kept on with the edges of his teeth, enjoying that sound.

"Cute," Chase countered thoughtfully, continuing with that soft sound. "I only saw her once after we turned thirteen. I was eighteen, I saw her briefly in church. She was still cute."

"You in seminary by then?" the Doctor noted, hand sliding down to squeeze Chase's arse, slowly.

"Talking about seminary while groping me," Chase observed in an impressed tone with a smirk. "Sinful. I joined seminary at seventeen, actually. Eighteen," he narrated curiously. "I was in the first of three years of undergrad."