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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 snorted at that, nose brushing the warm skin of the Doctor's neck. "I've noticed you can't handle your pot," he observed with a bemused smirk. "I mean, if you go around telling everyone you meet about blowjobs when high, I can see why you would have gotten kissed."

"This is my first kiss," the Doctor retorted, "I hadn't had a blowjob then." He cleared his throat and stretched, wriggling a bit under him. "He had dark hair then. Brown eyes. And one hell of an attitude problem."

Chase shifted so his knees straddled the Doctor's waist casually, still kissing at the Doctor's neck. "You like the bad boys?" he asked, bemused.

"Mmm." The Doctor pressed his hips upwards a little. "I like the bad boys who pretend to be good boys."

"That's not me," he snorted with a bemused sound, hips pressing down hard as he moaned. "Shit," he hissed.

"I like the good boys who think they aren't, too," the Doctor noted, and his fingers tensed against Chase's arse. "Or the good boys who are tigers in bed."

Chase gave a sharp and breathless laugh at that, his grin genuine and causing lines on his face. God, he was thirty. Thirty and old. "Tigers in bed, I like that," he observed in a low and pleased growl.

"Oh, I like it too," the Doctor said, "particularly when I'm on the receiving end." He slid his hand down to the place where Chase's arse curved into his leg. Terribly ignored area for somewhere sensitive.

Chase inhaled shakily, eyes falling shut as he continued to work on the hickey. "You're not so vanilla yourself, you know," he pointed out, rocking down, hips shifting. "Stripes and all on your own self." He wanted him to smile, god, did he ever, so he eased back and looked the Doctor in the eye with a broad grin. "Gorgeous," he said, using that name again.

The Doctor did grin back, blushing just a tinge, fingers still warm against Chase's arse. "No, I have my moments," he replied, voice a low, rough drawl that suggested a lot of things Chase might not have really known.

Chase arched a brow curiously, leaning down to kiss him slow and soft. "Tell me."

Leaning up, the Doctor mumbled a few things in Chase's ear, breath hot and ragged at the thought.

Chase's cheeks flushed bright and hot at that, eyelids fluttering as he gave a groan. "Oh god."

"Yeah," the Doctor mumbled, and set about doing something to Chase's ear that was faintly obscene.

God, this couldn't even be construed as the honeymoon period anymore and he gasped again, eyes falling shut as he made a mental note to make certain arrangements. "What...what..." he swallowed hard. "What was your best sex? Honestly?"

The Doctor had had a lot of sex, and so he wasn't really certain if there was an absolute best...what was going on right then was pretty damned good. Still, he muttered something against Chase's ear, once more.

Chase just listened, stroking his fingers through the Doctor's hair softly and lovingly. "Do I get a round two?" he whispered.

"Fuck," the Doctor whispered, incredulous, hands hot against Chase's skin and drawing him in. "What do you think?"

"I dunno," he said with a smirk in retort, pushing against the Doctor. "You could have caught immediate bed death and become severely repulsed by me."

"Because of your advanced age?" the Doctor asked, hands sliding around to grasp Chase's hips. "You're allowed two shags on your birthday."

"Wow, two?" he asked, eyes wide as he shifted into the Doctor's hands. "What am I gonna do with two whole shags!"

"Well, I'd hope you'd take full advantage of both of them," the Doctor said. "Any sort you choose."

Chase licked his parched lips and leaned in to press his lips to the Doctor's ear, murmuring exactly what he wanted. "Me on my knees, you behind?" he whispered.

There was nothing that could do but cause a moan, and the Doctor nodded, eyes opening and darkening as he looked at Chase. "If that's what you want," he said, voice rough.

"Unless you wanna surprise me?" Chase tried to entice, crawling off of the Doctor and kicking the blankets off of him, laying splayed on the bed.

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