Marshall Lee decides to help his old flame relieve some tension. Marshall Lee x Prince Bubblegum. Kinky yaoi.
Rated M for explicit sexual content and foul language.
This explicit fic contains some kinky elements, including: dominance/submission, name play (sexual namecalling), and belittlement (via sexual insults). If those trigger you or do not sound like your cup of tea, please do not read.
Prince Gumball was showing signs of stress. He looked at his face in the bathroom mirror, scrutinizing it critically. His pink flesh was greying in spots, a sure sign that he was overworked and exhausted. Not pretty.
He walked out of the bathroom and slumped defeatedly on his bed. It would be best to get a few hours of sleep before the interminable royal duties continued.
Hunh. He definitely thought he had closed the window. When he went to reclose it, a sounds from behind him made him whirl around.
"Hey." Marshall Lee was floating next to the door with his characteristic aristocratic languor.
"Marshall Lee! You scared me," Gumball huffed indignantly. "I don't recall inviting you in."
"Silly prince, didn't anyone tell you that's not how real vampires work?"
"I meant- I meant it was rude!"
The vampire smirked. "I know, Gumwad. Chill."
"I will not chill! Get out of my room, I need to get some sleep. I'm serious."
He raised an eyebrow. "You're an insomniac when you're stressed."
Gumball crumpled slightly. It was true. Hoping for sleep in his current state was a pipe dream.
"Don't be sad, your Highness," crooned Marshall Lee, floating over to the bed and rubbing the prince's shoulders. "I'm here to help you relax. You'll release some of that stress and get a good night's sleep. Consider it a gift."
"Oh? And how do you intend to do that?"
"I think you know perfectly well how I intend to do that."
Gumball shivered slightly as Marshall Lee raked his nails lightly down his back. "We shouldn't..." he protested weakly.
"It doesn't have to mean anything," murmured Marshall Lee. "I know you... I know what you like." He wrapped his arms around Gumball and pressed his chest into the prince's back, resting his chin on Gumball's head. "Let me do this for you."
Gumball leaned back against Marshall Lee, his eyes fluttering shut. He loved that he could feel Marshall Lee's voice rumbling in his chest. He would probably regret this in the morning, but... "Yes."
When he felt Marshall Lee's lips on his neck, Gumball automatically tilted his head to allow better access. The kissing quickly turned to licking and gentle sucking. Gumball moaned softly. Marshall Lee shifted so they were facing each other and worked his way up, peppering kisses all over Gumball's face. By the time Marshall Lee finally deigned to kiss him on the mouth, Gumball was eager and greedy. He kissed the vampire back hard, but Marshall Lee quickly dominated his mouth with his tongue. He ravaged Gumball's mouth, then pulled back suddenly.
"Mmmmm... You taste so sweet," he said huskily, running his hands up and down Gumball's sides. He went in for another kiss, this one slightly more languid. He slid his hands under Gumball's shirt, exploring his torso as they kissed. When his fingers gently brushed Gumball's nipples, Gumball squeaked and involuntarily jerked his head back. Marshall Lee chuckled. "Oh, so sensitive... the things I'm going to do to you..."
Blushing a pleasant shade of watermelon, Gumball pulled off his shirt and boxers, exposing himself to Marshall Lee's hungry gaze. The pure want burning in his red eyes was unspeakably hot. Without warning, he sprang forward and pinned Gumball to the bed, straddling him. Gumball moaned as the vampire rolled his hips, grinding. He bucked upward to get more friction. Marshall Lee groaned and then chuckled shakily. "You'd better stop before I embarrass myself."
He began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest bit by glorious bit. Gumball felt his eyes cloud with lust. Marshall Lee's body was exactly his type - lean and hard. He wanted to lick every inch of that chest.
Gumball was expecting Marshall Lee to remove his pants next, but alas, he rolled off Gumball and reclined with his hands behind his head. When Gumball looked reproachfully at him, he smirked. "If you want it, come and get it... slut."
Gumball gasped. A jolt of pure lust shot through him. "Ungh..." Half-forgotten desires started resurfacing. He got on his knees and nuzzled Marshall Lee's crotch eagerly.
"Oh," said Marshall Lee, pleasantly surprised at the immediate and visceral response. "You're so good. Such a good boy."
Gumball whimpered and started mouthing at the tented fabric of his pants. Marshall Lee lifted his hips slightly and removed his pants and underwear. Gumball gazed at his cock, entranced. He had forgotten how very large it was. Long and thick. He gave it a tentative lick. Marshall Lee gasped slightly.
Encouraged by the response, Gumball began licking with long swipes. When he felt ready, he took the head into his mouth. "Mmmmmm." He savored the beads of precum that had been waiting for him.
"Oh glob," murmured the vampire. He was enjoying Gumball's reaction to his cock quite as much as he was enjoying his physical ministrations. The prince was too adorable, especially when he looked up at Marshall Lee with hooded eyes and took a few more inches into his mouth, humming happily. The vibrations felt amazing.
Gumball took in as much as was comfortable and then sucked, hollowing his cheeks. He stroked what he coudn't fit in his mouth. Glob, he had missed this.
"Mmm. Such a good slut," crooned Marshall Lee. Gumball moaned and sucked harder. "You just love having my cock in your mouth... you know what else I bet you would love? Grinding on my cock like a little tart."
Gumball stopped abruptly and slid his mouth off with an obscene pop. He sat up and straddled Marshall Lee. "Yes master," he said quietly.
Marshall Lee moaned. "I like that," he said, his voice dropping a register. "Now grind, whore."
Gumball put Marshall Lee's cock between the lush globes of his ass, loving how properly it fit there. He began grinding back and forth.
"Mmm, that's right." Marshall Lee looked positively feral. "You fucking love this, you dirty tart. You need this. Ungh... your body was fucking made for this."
"Y-yes master!" gasped Gumball, grinding eagerly. Marshall Lee's cock was rubbing against his perineum with every movement, and it was driving him mad. They were both getting closer and closer to the edge.
It wasn't long before Marshall Lee was cumming. He closed his eyes and put his hands lightly on Gumball's hips to steady him. He sighed contentedly. "Gimme a sec and I'll finish you."
Gumball climbed off, looking with satisfaction at the white liquid on the vampire's thighs. He leaned his head down and began licking it up. He had sorely missed the bitter taste. Marshall Lee propped himself up on his elbows to watch with interest.
When the prince was finished, Marshall Lee sat up and motioned for him to sit next to him. He stroked Gumball's neglected cock, which was an angry shade of fuscia. Gumball moaned and threw his head back. "Talk to me," he demanded breathily.
"I forgot how little your dick is," said Marshall Lee scornfully as he pumped his hand up and down. It wasn't exceptionally small, but it was smaller than average, and Gumball got off on being told so. Sure enough, he gasped and squirmed at the insult. "I also forgot how big your ass is. You, my prince, have a bubble butt, and I fully intend to exploit it at every opportunity. You'll let me, too, because you're a needy slut."
Gumball made a strange keening noise. "Master, I'm close..."
Marshall Lee thought about being a tease and denying him orgasm, but now wasn't the time. He pumped faster, bringing Gumball to the edge. "Cum for me."
Cum he did. He collapsed when he'd finished, breathing heavily. Marshall Lee touched his soft hair lightly, stroking it. He wasn't trying to be affectionate or anything, it was just important to make sure the sub was okay after any kind of scene.
After a few minutes, Gumball stirred slightly. "Thank you for that experience, Marshall Lee," he said quietly. "Please go now."
"Alright," he said, feeling a slight prick of annoyance at the cool dismissal. "Sleep well, Your Highness." The vampire drifted out the window and into the cool night air.
Too exhausted to dress himself or wash the cum off his stomach, Gumball cocooned himself in his blanket and dropped into the best sleep he'd had in weeks.