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The Doctor looked at each of them, opening them and grinning like a loon with each one. He looked over the paper, flushed, and folded it, putting it in his pocket to read later, then kissed Chase on the cheek. "You made the cupcakes?"

"I made them all by myself," he said, more proud of that than anything, beaming away as he looked the Doctor in the eye. The paper...well. "I know you're nine hundred and seventy six, but according to what you look like, it's thirty four. Which is why the paper is thirty-four things about you that I love so much that I'm not sure how I got by without them before."

He could be a hopeless romantic. He just had to be in love, completely and totally.

The Doctor promptly ate one, without a word further. Mouth half full and a smear of frosting on his upper lip, he said, "You are entirely too much, you know that?"

Chase gave the Doctor a dubious look when he ate the cupcake like he was all of five-years-old and leaned over with a napkin to wipe off the smeared frosting, giving him a pointed smile. "It's a gift. Now, that t-shirt took me five hours to find. So don't rip it for some idiot's sake this time. Got it?"

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The Doctor let his head fall back against the bed. "Mm," he murmured. "Might have to take you up on that, except when it's inconvenient. If only for the sounds you make when I do it."

Which were something rather between a soft gasp and a coo.

Chase was working up the Doctor's neck now, taking a break to kiss there and breathe in the aforementioned scent, pleased to have it right there. "Twenty-two, your cock is gorgeous," he said, in all seriousness. "Which sounds entirely gay-porn of me, but it's true. Twenty-three, you keep me going with the psychiatry and support me. Twenty-four, when I do catch you singing, it sounds amazing. Ditto to the dancing. Twenty-five, your eyes. I know you sometimes talk about drowning in mine, but the truth is, I could just stare at you for god knows how long."

"Twenty-six," he listed, almost triumphant at nearing the end. "You are a genuine old-school romantic."

"I am NOT." The Doctor scowled but didn't pull away from Chase, leg swung over his and hips pressing just slightly against the heat of the leather trousers. "Or if I am, don't tell anyone."

"You are too," Chase confided quietly, meeting his eyes. "Or else how do you explain the cooking dinners, the making me candy, the walking me places, the rescuing me? Which brings me to twenty-seven. You carry me without question when I really need it with no regard for your own aches. Twenty-eight, I love the way your muscles feel under my hands when I give you massages. Twenty-nine. Just...the way we fit. I don't know how to explain it," he said, at a loss.

"Thirty. That you can tell me stories about the beginning until the end of time," he said, slightly in awe as his shirt fell to the sides. "Thirty-one. You are dead sexy when you're wielding weapons."

The Doctor's eyes flashed once at the movement, dark and needy; he was secretly rather enjoying the list, though it made him feel rather woobie inside. He leaned in and brushed a kiss against Chase's chest. "Maybe I should get a sword."

"So long as you don't hurt yourself or me," he clarified, because that was the last thing they needed. "Thirty-two, you're so ... adorable when you're tipsy. Adorable bordering on entirely too sexy. Thirty-three, the way your voice gets all deep. And thirty-four," he finished, eyes sparkling. "You're going to be the best father ever when we go down that road," he said, jaw set with determination. "And I am going to be so proud to get to raise a kid with you."

"I could say the same about you," the Doctor said, and leaned in and brushed a kiss slowly and gently against Chase's lips. It was a light kiss, but that didn't mean it wasn't quite passionate, and his eyes said more than he could.

Chase's foot brushed the list off of the bed and he pressed his body flush against the Doctor's as he leaned down to deepen that kiss slowly, closing his eyes and indulging in that safe cocoon he'd built up with this relationship. He pressed kisses down the Doctor's neck, easing off of him to slowly undress him with eager hands.

The Doctor was breathing hard and fast, unable to keep from stopping, needing to be with him, needing no clothes at all but not wanting to rush it. He made a soft sweet sound and pushed Chase's shirt back off his shoulders, revelling in it all, fingers brushing against skin and just being there, touching him.

Chase would bring up the meeting of the Master in the morning when he wasn't busy undoing the Doctor's trousers and pants, tossing the suit jacket and the shirt to the side in a messy pile, kissing his way down the Doctor's chest with great reverence and love. "You're so gorgeous," he mumbled, straddling a little tighter.

"Only because I see gorgeous every day," the Doctor replied, expression clearly besotted. He let his head fall back against the bed, hips pushing up slowly.

"That makes no sense," Chase protested with a laugh, crawling off the Doctor to get his pants off before returning his lips to the Doctor's hips and heading towards the most-important part of the evening.

He was going to start it off with an incredible blowjob.

"Uh," the Doctor said, because he really wasn't thinking so clearly with Chase's mouth there. "Um, more like...uh...ohgod...takes one to know one?" he supplied, finally, lips parted and breathing fast.

Chase snuck a look up at the Doctor and took just thirty seconds to watch him, swallowing down the sound of awe that might have bubbled forward. "Gorgeous," he said, more of a tease than a pet name, and then he lowered himself and parted his lips, taking the Doctor deep as he hardened his tongue and ran the tip up the underside of the Doctor's cock.

The Doctor made a sweet noise, undeterred from sounds and need, having been just worked up more by Chase taking the time to look at him. He trembled, cock twitching slightly with each stroke of Chase's tongue, then cried out.

Chase shifted forward, whole body rocking as he placed both hands on the Doctor's hips and used his grasp there for leverage as he took him deeper and then began to suck faster than before, nails digging in half-crescent marks as he moved.

Gasping, the Doctor moaned, low and long, hoping not to be overheard but at the same time really not giving a shit. He threaded his fingers into Chase's hair and pulled, hips tensing as he tried not to move.

Really, whoever wasn't at the party could deal. This was their room in their home and as far as Chase was concerned, it was freedom to do whatever they wanted.

He should have had thirty-five on the list, because the way the Doctor pulled his hair was either going to make him crazy with need or bald; whichever came first. He moaned softly at the pull, easing back, only enough to focus his attentions on the head of the Doctor's cock, one hand moving lower to apply just light pressure to his balls.

Managing to open his eyes, the Doctor watched Chase, looking down at how his lips moved against his skin, with something like his own sense of awe. Whimpering at the featherlight touch, he trembled and swallowed hard. For Chase, he knew how to beg. "please..."

And the begging, god, that was really amazing. And, like he'd said before. It was definitely pretty. He took him deep once before withdrawing and replacing mouth with a hand so he could give the Doctor a long, deep kiss with his eyes closed, just ten seconds before his lips brushed down the Doctor's torso again to replace his hand.

The kiss was intoxicating, and the Doctor moaned low into the kiss, hips pressing up hard into Chase's hand to show him just how much he was holding back. He gasped as Chase took him back into that warmth and wet of his mouth again, head falling back.

Chase didn't want the Doctor to hold back at all and he writhed, trying to nearly devour the Doctor with his mouth, easing back to lick his lower lip before going deep again, a breath of fresh air giving him all the more encouragement to start going faster than he'd ever gone before with a blowjob, yet always taking his time at the tip to focus attention.

The Doctor gasped, thrusting up into Chase's mouth, hands back in his hair, keening softly and rolling his hips, pressing upwards and gasping for breath. "Please," he moaned, louder now, "please, love, please..."

Chase grinned at that, easing out and his lips (which were a furious pink by now) sucked at the tip before taking the Doctor deep, almost choking he was so deep and he mumbled something in the midst of his actions.

And by that point, the Doctor was so worked up that he looked down and looked at Chase's mouth and how he moved and he couldn't look anymore, and his hands pulled hard on Chase's hair, hips thrusting upwards, so bloody close he could feel it in his groin, the slow cold burn of fire.