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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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"Thanks," the Doctor mumbled, one leg moving back down to the bed, the other still wrapped around Chase. "Really."

Chase moaned softly, still staring down at the Doctor, kissing his neck. "D'you want anything else, Doctor?" he murmured against his skin.

"It'll have to wait till morning," the Doctor replied, voice soft. "No way I can get ready again that fast..."

Chase laughed at that, a deep-throated and pleased sound, brushing his hair off his forehead slowly as his skin shone with sweat. "What is it?"

"Mm. Nothing. Just want everything." The Doctor gently rolled them over onto their sides.

He gave a gasp, kissing the Doctor deeply and lazily from their position, sliding out just barely an inch. "Handjob? Hands and knees? All tied up?"

"No," the Doctor murmured, "just want to shag the hell out of you. Wake up half the island in the middle of the night as you beg."

"Oh that's right," Chase drew out that last word, pushing deep into the Doctor again, a tiny movement. "You haven't gotten to shag me yet tonight." He grinned widely and slowly slipped out of the Doctor (in a tortuously slow manner). "And on your birthday."

The Doctor whimpered with a short little cry and shifted against him. "That's why we're gonna sleep, and I'm going to wake you up," he murmured.

Chase snorted at that, kissing lazily. "Doctor, when you fall asleep, you're out, hate to say," he said in a mock-teasing baby voice. "Awww."

"Then in the morning," the Doctor retorted. He leaned in and whispered exactly what he wanted to do, into Chase's ear.

Chase grinned at that, wide and lascivious before turning to whisper his own phrase, a soft 'let's see you do that if you're all tied up'.