Chapter 11:
A heat wave pulsed throughout the glacial frame of the creature, making him moan comfortably into the cool air. His hands snaked up to clutch the candy prince's thighs, pulling them until his rump rested on Marshall's crotch. Gumball made a protesting gasp, but his lover smirked reassuringly, quickly lifting the both of them up. Like a leisure love boat, Marshall Lee swam on his back through the air with the prince atop, holding his hips to keep the younger man steady. He ducked into the bedroom, lowering himself into a nest of pillows and blankets and lying flat on his back to let the bubblegum teen sit on top.
The prince didn't waste time in pulling the mauve sweater off over his head, setting it aside and looking down at the vampire. With a quiet hum, Gumball leaned forward, letting his hands find the elder's obsidian hair, combing his fingers through the tresses as he closed in and gave the elder's lips a soft kiss. The younger sighed as Marshall's hands smoothed his palms down the prince's spine to hold the round of his backside.
Continuing to undress, Gumball began to unbutton the top of his shirt, allowing his lover to meet him in the middle by undoing the others bottom to top. Once their hands met, Marshall Lee cupped the prince's warm, sugary hands and together they parted the garment, pushing it off the younger man's shoulders until it fell back down his arms. With chest exposed, Prince Gumball shivered and held his bare arms.
"Marshall," he huffed, rubbing his arms furiously, "you really need to get heating in here."
"I know, I know; I'm sorry! Here." Quickly, he gripped the top comforter and draped it over the exposed shoulders and pulled, yanking in the young body under, making a shell of blankets that cut out the cold. "That better?"
"A little…" the prince murmured, some sudden seductive phrase rushing to the tip of his tongue and getting caught there as he second guessed letting himself say such a thing. For a moment, he considered suggesting they make warmth with their bodies, but thought better of it. He wasn't the sort to say such provocative things; instead, he decided to leave the innuendos to Marshall.
"Don't you feel a little cold?" Gumball's hand traced down the vampire's cheek, feeling the lukewarm skin temperature and wondering how the other could stand being so chilly all the time.
"Not with you here. You're the warmest thing around me now," he whispered, nuzzling against the touch. "I'm sorry it's not toasty warm here. I don't get cold… just hot." He smiled seductively, but then sighed seriously. "This cave is great during the hot summer. You should hang here during the scorchers."
"Play your cards right," the prince replied with a bit of a laugh in his voice, "and I could be coming around for a long time." Sitting back on the vampire's pelvic bone, the Gumball wrapped the blanket a little more firmly around his shoulders, keeping the warm in. "You're a sweet guy, Marsh… even if I'm the only one who knows it." Shrugging and reaching to hold to his back, the prince bent back down, giving his love's chin a teasing peck.
"Yeah… it's not like I like being scary… Ok, I do-but if go and be nicey-nice to everyone, then I'm gonna get more trouble than I want." He inclined his head, letting the younger have at his throat. He hoped that the prince could see he was trying. Marshall wasn't the type to just let anyone into his bed, and there was only so much he'd let his acquaintances know or do. But when he loved, he loved hard, almost to the point of madness. By letting Gumball conduct their play, he hoped to prove his sincerity; the last thing he wanted to do was give him the wrong message and revive the awkwardness of their tiff.
Looking down at the throat being offered up to him, the younger man nosed the cool flesh affectionately, kissing Marshall's firm neck before letting his lips rest against his jugular. He could feel the elder's blood pounding just in that one vein and liked that sensation. Gumball found himself placing more kisses on his lover's throat, nuzzling the lukewarm skin and drinking in the other male's scent. With a smile growing on his lips, the candy teen leaned back to look over his friend in search of a new target, his eyes falling to the pair of very old puncture wounds on the left side of the vampire's neck.
"I wonder…" the prince breathed as he shifted over the elder, tentatively pressing his lips to the bite mark.
The scar tissue beneath the mark shifted under his lips, tensing with the elder's muscles. Marshall Lee sucked in a breath and stifled a moan, analyzing new sensation. He liked it. It was a slow burn that prickled his flesh and made him shiver. No one had dared touch his marks, but the sweet pleasure of the action made him wish someone had sooner. He wanted to wriggle and squirm like a little kid, but, with his body pinned under his lover, he could only bite back his moans.
Finding no protest in the sounds that rumbled in Marshall's chest, the prince let himself continue working with the fang marks on the elder's neck. Gradually, the kissing turned to a combination of sensual licking and nibbling as Gumball carried on the action, hoping to entice something more from the young man beneath him. He could hear the vampire's breathing picking up, becoming quick and shallow, indicating to the candy teen that his ministrations were appreciated.
It was getting harder and harder for the deathless teen to silence his arousal, the simple massaging of the sensitive tissue being enough to make him go -dare he even think it- batty. His fingers furled and unfurled in an effort to remain calm, and his lip was starting to sting from his incessant biting. To help, he let his hands jump to Gumball's arms, squeezing them desperately to show how much he loved the prince's care. Without realizing it, the vampire had raised his hips to gently grind against him.
With the unexpected friction reminding him how the situation was affecting his own body, the prince gasped, relinquishing the grip his jaw had on Marshall's neck. Taking a pause to collect himself, Gumball leaned back just enough to look up at his lover's face, hoping to some kind of readable pleasure on it. But the blue-skinned teen's face was all scrunched up, his eyes squeezed shut, his brow furrowed and his lip clenched in his teeth making the sugary young man wonder if it was in restrained bliss or suppressed discomfort.
"Do… do you like that Marshall?" he ventured to ask quietly. It wasn't an attempt to be alluring or seductive; it wasn't a come-on, or a flirt. Gumball's voice was anxious as he murmured his question, nervous about pleasing the other and putting his vague skill as a lover to the test.
With the pressure gone from his hot spot, his tensed face relaxed until his eyes opened slightly, his glazed eye looking up to Gumball. With effort he nodded his head, wanting to keep the afterglow of his touch by minimal movement. When the younger man didn't return to pleasuring him, Marshall leaned up and pressed his nose into the other's neck, nuzzling him affectionately.
"Very… v-very much," he managed to whisper into the flesh, giving an adoring kiss to prove his point.
Smiling, the prince felt his heart lurch with happiness, stroking the vampire's jet-black hair until the loving nosing finished and he could look into the elder's face again. For a moment, Gumball found himself staring at the vampire; he just couldn't get over how beautiful those scarlet eyes were, flawless and as intoxicating as an old red wine. He blinked, breaking himself of the trance before his lover got impatient.
"Should I… keep doing that or … do something else?"
Marshall was chomping at the bit, wanting to dive into the main attraction before he would explode, but a wandering thought managed to ease his hunger, keep him docile. It had been a while since he was this submissive; most feared him even in intimate relationships. But here, he felt safe and relaxed, yet perfectly aroused. With his partner in control, he was left to simply sit back and enjoy, a luxury he couldn't recall experiencing.
"Hmm… whatever you want, Gummie. You're doing great."
Leaning back, the pink teen again looked over Marshall, this time scanning all the bare skin and lean muscle before him, contemplating what he ought to touch next. He got an idea that might help them both ease into the still new waters of lovemaking. Running both hands through the older teen's hair – a new fascination of his – the candy royal traced his palms from the crown of Marshall's head down. Gumball's hands snaked down the king's neck, sure to graze the old bite mark, over his collar bone and down his chest. Cautiously the pink teen passed his palms over his lover's pectorals, pausing once they rested over pert, blue-grey nipples.
"Would you like it if I touch here?" The prince whispered. He was quiet to keep the anxiousness from showing through in his voice, but the hushed tone unintentionally made the words sound provocative. On the inside though, he was grasping at straws, trying to move slowly and still keep his friend happy and satisfied.
Immediately, the elder's spine shivered and his back arched slightly. With the vampire's newly formed scars, the light, airy touch to his flesh was unreal, and he was ashamed of how he was taken by it. Marshall Lee wasn't one to lose his cool, but, at every corner, he found himself falling to pieces, for good and bad. He never knew what to expect from his time with the teen, however long it was to be, but he knew now that this was the most unpredictable relationship he'd been in thus far. And he'd dated Ashley the Psycho.
"Y-yea… that's gre-eat."
Feeling a bit more relieved, Gumball let himself relax a little more, smoothing his hands over the buds and letting them catch between his fingers a little. Of course, this particular action was completely new to him and, unsure what his friend was expecting, the younger had to experiment with the vampire's chest a bit. Listening for Marshall's reaction, the gummy prince massaged the firm nubs with his thumbs in a circular motion.
"Is that nice?"
"Mmm, yea… that's nice." Marshall let his head rest in his pillow, closing his eyes. It was soft and loving, but still sent tingles throughout him. "Don't be afraid to... get rough, though. I'm pretty durable." He said this suggestion offhandedly, not even thinking of the state he had been in only days before. But it was in his nature to perform more passionately, overlooking the benefits of slower, more sensual foreplay. With this new speed, he took in the miniscule feelings and tried to amplify them, making him more aware. Slowly, his hand traveled up and down Gumball's arm, scrapping his nails barely along his smooth flesh.
"I don't want you to get re-injured," the teen murmured, his shoulders quivering as the nails tingled all the way down his forearm. "It's already a risk for us to be doing this… but I guess you know your body better than I." Taking a big chance, the younger male pushed his thumbs more firmly against Marshall's buds, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. Twisting his lips to the side, Gumball wondered to himself how it was that the nipples were such an erogenous zone; he wasn't sure he understood the appeal of what he was doing. "What should I be doing?" the candy royal asked quietly, "And don't say whatever I want - that doesn't help me know what you want." The pink teen smirked and nearly chuckled, thinking himself witty with that last line.
Suddenly, Marshall's eyes opened slightly, his eyes glowing.
"Alright," he growled sensually, pressing his fingertips into his bicep, "Kiss me… and touch yourself." He could see a flash of apprehension in his friend's eyes, but he smoothly cupped the teen's check, his fingers gliding across his jaw. "You're making me feel great, but I want you to feel it too."
Swallowing nervously, the prince nodded and silently leaned in, his fingers abandoning Marshall's chest as his hands slid up to hold the elder's angular shoulders. Their lips met softly and warily at first, drawing back only to dive in again with more force. The second time, their mouths met like the roaring Sea of Sure Death meets the Lost Cliffs, crashing together with forceful passion. While all of this touching and exploration of the body was new to the sugary teen, kissing with all his love was something that he'd grown very comfortable with. To oblige the vampire's second command, the prince lifted his right hand, and gradually placed it on his own chest, stroking the skin hoping that the minute action was enough to appease Marshall.
The vampire king indeed saw the attempt, but to show him his meaning he placed his own hand over the grazing palm, gently guiding it during their ferocious make out. Still letting the gum hand trail over his now moist chest the nightwalker pushed it like a ouiji planchette, touching over the prince's chest until they found his right bud and pressed into it. There was a hitch in Gumball's breathing, Marshall Lee making him rub his own nipple, and he instantly felt what his lover had been feeling. The sweet tingle of the sensitive nub caused a moan to escape into their kiss, and the undead teen ate it up.
The elder smiled against his lover's lips as he felt a tremor run its course through the gummy royal's body. Whining quietly through their passionate meeting of maws, the prince was having difficulty wrapping his mind around the action. He knew from diagrams and texts that the nipples were riddled with nerve endings, but he hadn't expected this kind of reaction to a simple touch. At the same time, however, the fact that it was his own hand made him feel strange, and the qualm was only reconciled by Marshall's hand on his.
To test his request, the king withdrew his hand, tracing his fingers along the younger's arm as he went. At first nothing happened, probably because Gumball had discontinued the touch. Marshall Lee opened his eyes to see the prince looking at him, but as soon as those violet eyes were closed the soft moans returned. The bubblegum youth did gently stroke over his own bud, knowing it was what his lover wanted, and he attempted to enjoy it. The stimulation was agreeable, but it just wasn't the same coming from himself. Suddenly, he felt the night walker cupping his free hand, and he mimicked the action before, moving the prince's palm against his pink body. Again he guided the prince around his skin, but instead of stopping at his chest, the pair of hands traveled lower, over his smooth abdomen and below.
Gumball let out a nervous whimper against the vampire's lips as, very slowly, they reached the hems of the prince's slacks. Letting his digits lace with the pink teen's, Marshall turned their palms, making them rotate until the fingers faced downwards and brushed against the fabric of the younger's only remaining clothing. The vampire's lover bit his lip as the king led both of their hands underneath the slight gap at Gummie's waistline, wriggling their fingers underneath the elastic of Gumball's boxers. The candy royal froze for a moment and almost thought to retract his hand but the firm, reassuring grip of his friend gave him courage, if only enough to keep him from turning back.
They continued down until a loud whine from Gumball announced they had reached Marshall's destination. Inside the folds of his pants, their hands cupped the stiffening member of the younger royal, and the vampire gently stroked their hands together over it. With the pink teen touching his chest solo, Marshall Lee had a free hand to hold up Gumball's body. His fingered generously gripped around his friend's shoulder to prop him up, letting the prince lean into him and freely touch himself. The sight burned in the red-drinker's loins and he moaned appreciatively into their kiss.
A wave of heat washing over the trembling prince, he moaned as their fingers wrapped around his pulsing manhood. Guided by Marshall's hand, the candy teen's palm stroked his own member slowly, carefully at first, heating the flesh and pulling blood to it. Gumball whimpered and jerked away uncontrollably as they slipped down a little farther, gently touching the sweet royal's tender sack. All the while, the younger of the two shivered and groaned, not sure how to feel about the physical pleasure that came from his own palm.
As long as the prince was stimulating himself in essence, the vampire was satisfied. Watching over Gumball's face and seeing it contort in bliss, Marshall Lee smirked and continued to support his hand, coaxing him to rub over his groin. The act was building him up, and he gently swayed his hips underneath his lover to further stimulate him. The prince let his head lay back and moan helplessly into the cool air, making the vampire drunk with lust.
The elder held Gumball close and watched him, letting sounds and expressions of the sweet teen in his hands stoke the fire growing in the pit of his belly. What he hadn't been expecting was for the younger to suddenly look down at him, their eyes instantly meeting. Marshall swallowed hard at the arousal that instantly seized his throat, making it difficult to breathe. With their gazes locked, the vampire felt frozen, hypnotized by the intense, passionate violet in the prince's irises. As captivated as he was for that moment, the vampire king barely noticed that Gumball's hand had slipped from his grasp until both of the prince's hands were fisted in his hair, pulling the elder into a deep, hasty kiss.
Their mouths clashed together and Marshall fought for air, not that he needed it. But he couldn't help but try and get a few seconds in between to keep his thoughts straight. His hand was the sole occupant of Gumball's pants, and as much as the thought turned him on, it hadn't been the plan.
"Aw Gum yer-mmmm… killing me here. What—nnn-do you want? Tell me something."
Refusing to give up the fervent kiss so soon, the prince quickly tugged on the black locks, yanking his lover back to his mouth. Even so, Marshall's question did not go unanswered - in the next instant, the younger of the two shifted his weight and gave the vampire a gentle shove, pushing him backwards until he was flat on his back again. With a sound like a growl or a purr rumbling in his chest, the candy royal let his hips roll forward just slightly, forcing a little friction between his package and the undead teen's palm.
"Marshall," the pink teen finally murmured, separating their lips only a bit, "this feels so much better…" Lowering his head the prince breathed heavily against his lover's neck, his lips ghosting over the vampire's bite mark again. "You're what I want…"
The tender flesh of his scar prickled at the cold to warm air changed, his lover's breath fogging over it and making him shiver. At his answer, the vampire wrapped his fingers around the prince's growing cock and gently tugged, fondling him ever so carefully as to not mold him. Each having found his target, the bubblegum prince and deathless king began pleasuring on another, Marshall to the younger's member as Gumball to the elder's birth scar. Both fleshes burst with ecstasy, causing for a brash symphony of moans and growls, one soft and desperate with the other dark and wanton.
With his mouth on the vampire's throat, the candy royal's hands were free to move as they pleased, roving the bassist's cool chest, grazing his fingers over his lover's heaving flanks and down his slender hips. The prince's digits danced across Marshall's stomach, gliding over well-defined abdominals and eventually finding the elder's leather belt. Before the king could react, Gumball had the buckle undone and was pulling on the strap, trying to unwind it from around his love's hips with sheer force. In his foggy mind, instinct told the candy teen that it was better the elder didn't realize what was going on until it was too late to be reversed, and to distract the vampire, the prince sunk his teeth into his scar.
And his plan worked, throwing the undead king into a frenzy of pleasure bubbles sparkling in his throat. It tickled and writhed within him and he had to flatten out his occupied hand for fear of crushing Gumball's member. He still managed to continue rubbing the sensitive skin, but his other hand jumped to the prince's shoulder, holding tight to the saccharine male for support against his bliss.
"Ahhh- sssss oh Gum- th-that's… oh, wow, man!"
With the rush of success making his heart pound against his chest all the more, the younger gnawed at his friend's neck, casting the belt aside with another sharp tug. Letting his voice rumble deep in his chest, the pink majesty rocked his hips just slightly in the other male's grasp, giving himself a feeling of control. Gumball rushed to undo the button and zipper that held the elder's pants shut, his jaw working fervently against his mate's erogenous zone to keep the king distracted. Finally, there was success, and, with a forceful jerk, Marshall's manhood was open to the chilly air.
Marshall instantly sucked air through his fangs, hissing loudly. Exhaling sharply, his head craned around the candy kingdom's prince to see what he was doing, and viewing his hard erection in the pink hand stopped his heart.
"Whoa," he moaned without breath, "gettin' frisky? What's up with you, Gum?" Feeling more pecks and suckles to his neck he whimpered lovingly. "N-not that I object… but wow."
"I'm not even sure," came a breathless response as the sweet royalty retracted his teeth from the pale blue skin for a moment to reply. "It's just how I feel all of a sudden…" he paused to take a few more deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. "Like this is what my body wants me to do." Leaning back, the younger male looked down at his friend, gazing from the deathless king's burning red eyes to the dark blue splotch that was beginning to form over the vampire's bite. In spite of the elder's extreme durability, it seemed that Gumball had actually managed to leave a bruise with all his biting.
Cautiously, Marshall placed a hand over his neck and hissed at the slight sting. The still tingling sensation radiated, but it was true that the immense torture the scar had just endured would leave a good sized lovebite. He snorted slightly and looked back to the waiting Gumball, taking his hand to stroke his flank.
"Oh man, Bubba… You are driving me crazy," he said through hushed breaths, reveling in the wonderful foreplay. "I... I don't even know what to do. I want you, but… you feel so good on top." The vampire leaned up slightly and stretched to kiss Gumball's chest adoringly. "This is gonna sound… weird, but… I want you. Like… I want you to have me. Not like… before. Other way around." His eyes were pleading but scared, not trusting his own words to convey his embarrassing desire.
"You mean you want… me to be in control?" came the younger's startled gasp, the words seizing his breath. All movement paused for a moment as the sugary royalty scanned Marshall's face, his amethyst eyes wide and attentive. For the first time, Gumball felt a rush of confidence, feeling suddenly very sure of himself while his friend, however, looked a tad wary; his eyes swam with uncertainty, as if he was already beginning to second guess himself. A bit of blood came rushing to the elder's cheeks as he looked into the intent face of his more youthful lover, causing the deathless teen to flush and close his eyes.
"Y-yeah, Gum." He murmured, trying to sound sure of himself and stay the tremor in his voice. "That's what I w-want." The king of monsters opened his scarlet eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of the bubblegum prince leaning in and gently kissing his lips. Closing his eyes again, Marshall sighed into the tender, chaste kiss, only opening them when he felt the zipper on the front of his friend's slacks unzip against the back of his hand.
All along Marshall Lee had told Prince Gumball to go at his own pace, not understanding that it took the vampire's total submission for the candy teen to realize his position of power. Being an experienced partner, there wasn't likely to be much that surprised the elder; this fact alone was enough to embolden the candy heir. He undid his dress pants and shimmied them down enough to allow room for his hands. Keeping their lips locked together, Gumball wrapped his fingers around the other's hand, helping him liberate his erection from the confines of his boxers. As he had with Marshall, the prince pulled out his member and slightly guided the undead's hand, wordlessly coaxing him to stroke.
Marshall was short of words, not knowing how to take it all. He couldn't believe that with a simple request his friend's behavior could change so radically. He could see a contained fire in those mauve eyes that screamed of poised lust, sure of what he wanted and how to get it. It was enough to suck the air from the red-drinker's lungs and leave him light headed.
With the elder's palm moving against the prince's manhood, the sugary royal gradually began to rock his pelvis, shifting his hips just slightly against his lover's palm. Little sounds of pleasure rolled low in Gumball's throat as his right hand found the vampire's own shaft and his left laced in obsidian locks. For a moment, the warming air was full of nothing but the sounds of their soft moans as each worked on the other, their mouths and fingers locked in feverish acts of pleasure. But all too soon the younger pulled back, staring down at the pale-blue male below him, and for a moment, he was still, taking in the red-drinker's visage. The elder of the two was slightly flushed and his breathing was quicker than normal; and, with a smirk, Gumball had to admit he enjoyed the sight.
Not avoid letting things cool off, the prince adjusted his grip on his friend's member so that his palm merely cupped it from the top side. Wriggling slightly beneath him, Marshall whined, his eyes begging for a reason why the candy royal had stopped. His silent question was answered as suddenly the body crouched over him leaned in and for a moment the vampire felt as if his heart had stopped. Without a word, the prince had taken it upon himself to truly take the lead and lowering his hips pressed his own stiffening erection against his lover's crotch, allowing their shafts to touch.
Bringing himself up to fully see, Marshall Lee propped himself on his elbows and stared down to their meeting flesh. Gumball slyly gave a tug and sent the vampire's head back, crashing into his pillow. The sight alone was almost too much, his shy, unsure lover taking over so beautifully that he thought he might just die happy.
"Whoa… Gumball, what are you…?" but he trailed off into a happy sigh as the prince's hand continued to pump them together, jacking off two at once.
Quietly, the younger closed his eyes and let his hand continue touching them both in unison, taking his own soft lip between his teeth to silence whatever sounds he might have made. With the two organs pressed firmly together, their heat fed off each other, multiplying and growing until the candy teen though that he might start to melt. Shifting his hand slowly at first, Gumball gradually began to pick up speed, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as his hot skin pressed and rubbed against that of his lover.
The elder, on the other hand, had no shame in announcing his pleasure, openly moaning and clawing into his sheets while Gumball jerked him off. Getting further into his ecstasy, his voice was wavering into a darker tone, mixing with a strange animal noise. It was subtle but noticeable enough, the pink prince watching his lover carefully.
After a while of listening to the vampire coo and moan, a smile stretched across the young prince's lips, enjoying the little sound Marshall was somehow inclined to make. If he wasn't having so much difficulty keeping his own voice muffled, the candy teen would have chuckled.
"Marshall, what are those sounds you're making? Are you… ah… purring?"
But the creature continued his growl of contentment, a peek or two of mews coming with his build of pleasure. Unlike the prince Marshall's mouth was open, and as his breaths turned to pants his long, serpent tongue slid out of the side, flicking with gusto at the air. Even with his labored breath and swimming head the vampire held his grin, making him look like a lazy, content dog of sorts.
Gumball noticed the sweat beginning to bead on the pale-blue forehead and quickly used his free hand to blot it away, brushing the elder's bangs out of his face. His smile never fading, the sugary teen was able to keep his composure in spite of the hot bliss igniting his nerves. Still continuing the slight, gentle movement of his hand against their connected erections, the prince leaned in and showered his lover's neck and jaw with affectionate pecks. Gradually, however, the pink majesty slowed, his lips pressing tenderly against Marshall's earlobe as his palm finally ceased its movement.
"Do you think you're ready, Marsh?" he whispered, trying to keep from panting directly in the vampire's ear.
As the act was almost too much for Marshall, a cold hand flew up to ball at Gumball's nap, pulling his head back to prevent anymore unbearable assaults on his sore neck. He could feel himself building, and he didn't want the wonderful connection to end so quickly. It had been a long month. So, with full view of the candy teen's face, the king nodded, only pulling him back in to seal a rough kiss in gratitude for their evening thus far.
Moaning in the back of his throat as he and vampire kissed him fervently, the gummy teen finally let their shafts slip from his grasp. Instead, Gumball's hands seemed to want nothing more than to hold every inch of the elder's body, running up and down shivering blue flanks and over the elder's heaving chest. With his own breath shaky in his lungs, the prince had to pull his lips away from Marshalls, if only to keep from suffocating. Their eyes met again as they had so many times, the passion clear and burning in red and violet irises.
For that instant, the candy royal wanted nothing more to kiss the other male, to hold him tight and move against his body, to grasp him and love him and whisper romantic things in his ear. The mere thought made Gumball's heart pound in his chest and he had to swallow the urge to act on his wanton thoughts. Instead, he held the vampire's gaze for what felt like a very long while trying to think of something to say before he finally murmured quietly.
"Marshall… are… are you ready? Please… tell me what you want me to do… show me how to be in control."
Marshall's tongue slipped from between his lips to caress the young prince's, lowering his lids lazily.
"How about I get ready for you while you… do something with yourself," he sighed, placing his fingers in his mouth to suck on them sloppily. He could feel the bubblegum youth staring at him for some sort of instruction. But the vampire king simple continued his task, waiting until he was satisfied with how wet his digits were before removing them from his mouth. Keeping his eyes trained on the suddenly uncertain ones of his lover, the elder ran his hand between them and beneath himself, propping his knees up to raise his hips. With the back of his hand covering his actions, Marshall Lee sighed with effort as he pushed his fingers inside himself. He hummed lightly to ease the tension, tilting his head to the side.
"Aw, don't stare, GumGum… do something. Put on a show for me or whatever."
Biting his lower lip, the prince couldn't help but groan as he looked on, paralyzed by what he was seeing. He could barely understand the words that came from the vampire below him and so the quiet request went greatly unnoticed. This was something that he'd been involved in before, on the receiving end, but there was absolutely no comparison to observing the act. The expression on Marshall's face, the way his brow furrowed as he tried to be comfortable with the very intimate self-touching, the way he bit his own lip. That image simply made Gumball burn with want.
Without realizing it, the prince's hand again found his own shaft, and, looking on at his lover's lewd body, he gently began to stroke himself. The elder's name slipped quietly from the candy teen's lips, quietly informing the deathless male of his eagerness to move ahead. Marshall let out a shrill groan as his fingers worked inside his own body, and that sound made the gummy royalty ache.
Having gone all the way to three fingers, the vampire was groaning against his discomfort, knowing he was fully prepared for the size of his friend. Yanking his hand away with a sharp yelp, he grinned at sight of his lover obeying his command to masturbate. It was a lovely view, seeing the inexperienced young man so eager that he resorted to stimulating himself. Before he lost his will to submit and dominated instead, the older teen pulled up his legs and levitated, rotated, and laid on the top half of his chest, his rear propped up like an offering. His arms were laid above his head pushing the pillows away as he laid his cheek into the mattress.
Gumball swallowed, trying to quell his lust enough to compile his thoughts before rushing in blindly and looking like a fool by fowling something up. He sighed and steadied his breath, sitting up and placing his hands on the vampire's thighs. In spite of the anxious tremor that rippled up the elder male's spine, the sugary royal let his palms slide slowly, sensually up Marshall's legs to hold his rear gently. They both knew exactly what was to come next. The prince's fingers caressed his lover's hips gently as he leaned in, making the action careful and cautious, aware of his task but unsure how to perform it.
A few seconds passed as the vampire tensed up and waited to be impaled, but as the time passed he finally relaxed and looked back. He could see how nervous his lover was and sighed sympathetically. He gently leaned back and pressed his impatient rump against the male's crotch, grinding into his hard erection. He cooed at the sound of Gumball's moan and smirked, wiggling into the touch.
Fighting back a wave of uncertainty, the younger swallowed hard. He forced himself to envision the pleasure he could derive from the connection he was on the cusp of making with Marshall, but suddenly a better thought came to his mind. Instead of thinking selfishly, Gumball pictured himself giving sexual fulfillment to his partner, making the king feel good and pleasing him. With that notion clear in his mind, the saccharine majesty let out a long breath, holding the vampire's hips tightly and pushing in. The action was gradual, not a quick jerk as it had been when Marshall had first entered the prince, but that's not to say the pink teen dragged it out either. It was even, smooth and careful, like he was afraid of hurting the elder male.
With his face buried in the firm mattress, the vampire king whined quietly as his hole was stretched and filled. Instead of a hard shaft being forced inside him, it was like a stick of clay that molded and squished around him. His toes curled and his groaned, trying his hardest to get comfortable with the awkward feeling. Thankfully, the young prince didn't waste time letting him adjust, pulling out slightly to avoid molding to his insides. The smooth shaft rubbed along his tight walls and made him need to gasp, his face turning out to quickly suck in a breath before moaning lovingly. His hands squeezed the sheets next to his face and he clenched his teeth, adoring the new sensation.
As for Gumball, the younger of the pair was having difficulty with his own feelings. As the action commenced, Gumball's shaft became wrapped in the most intense heat and pressure it had ever felt. The prince though that it must be like how it would feel to have a blood-pressure cuff wrapped around his most sensitive region and inflated to its maximum. He was afraid for the first few ginger thrusts that Marshall would squeeze the shape right out of his manhood and stretch it into useless noodle. But when after a bit of moving around he found that the organ had hardened sufficiently such that drastic deformation wasn't a threat, his thrusts began to gain confidence.
With time to adjust the two were separate in their minds, finding their balance in the new act. But once the rhythm was established Marshall turned his head, eyes rolling back to find Bubba's. The vampire saw the lingering doubt in his lover's stare and sought to snuff it with his smile. He narrowed his eyes with love and hummed for his lover, hoping his noises and look would bring back that spark of assurance.
There was no denying it to himself or anyone else, the vampire's tight rear felt unspeakably amazing around him; the pressure and heat, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. There was a growing will inside the prince to hasten his pace and meet his aching body with the pleasure he so craved, but something stopped him. Rocking his hips ever so apprehensively, Gumball let his hands massage the king's hips and glide over his spine, his eyes searching for Marshall's, begging for some confirmation that he was doing things correctly. It was inexplicable, but all of a sudden his own want was overshadowed by a strong desire to satisfy his lover; first and foremost he wanted to know the vampire was enjoying it before he continued.
Swimming through the fog of rapture, the undead king moaned and purred on the cusp of his breaths. He couldn't form words even in his head, like his mind had devolved since his lover had begun driving into him. But he could see the man in his need for confirmation, so slyly Marshall stretched out his feet from his knees until they were long and wriggling. Taking his tentacles he slid them up Gumballs legs to wrap around his thighs, letting the little suckers pluck at his tepid skin.
The prince instantly yelped and froze as the serpent-like appendages crept up his legs and attached. His eyes went wide with shock fearing for a moment that they had been interrupted by some shadow-monster like the one they'd seen earlier. But no, he couldn't decide if this was better or worse; of course he knew of Marshall's transformation abilities, but this? The candy royal didn't think he was ready for this. Everything intimate the elder had done up to this point had been warm and inviting, provocative and alluring, but this?
"M-Marshall?"
The elder tucked in his chin and let the tip of his left tentacle flick against the back of Gumballs' thigh.
"Mm, sorry," the blue-teen mumbled into the sheets, gripping them until they bunched in his face protectively. "I just… I wanted t-hold you, but I can't like this." To show his good intentions, while his left deformed leg stayed firmly wrapped in place the right slunk up to caress his cheek, sticking a single sucker to his face like a sweet peck. It popped cutely and then retreated back to it holding place on the prince's leg.
"If you wanted to hold me, then why did you roll over?" the prince asked in a low voice, trying to avoid saying something offensive about the wriggling appendages. The sugary teen didn't quite know what to think of the tentacles, but he was having a very difficult time finding them in any way attractive. Perhaps it was still another still darker corner of sexuality that he didn't understand, or perhaps Marshall truly was a deviant. One way or another the wriggly limbs didn't make Gumball feel the spark of passion the way the vampire's eyes and hair did. "It's still not too late if you want to hold me with your hands… I can hold you too, and kiss you…"
With his face partially covered with the sheets around him, he could hide the growing blush to his face. This was so weird, being on the receiving end, and he couldn't hide his embarrassment from the younger if he was facing him. With his face buried in blankets, he could ride out the new thrill with minimal humiliation. But looking back and up to the prince, he could see a tender openness; one he hoped was similar to what he had shown Gumball on their first night. Everything was new to the candy royal, so he had no expectations or judgments against him.
Speedily the vampire retraced his legs, bringing them slithering down his friend's legs to return to their calf and foot forms. He pressed up gingerly on his forearms and looked over his shoulder.
"Ok… but can you… get out for a sec?"
"You want me to leave?"
Marshall Lee dropped his head awkwardly.
"No… I meant pull out. I'm... gonna flip over."
"Oh," the prince whispered in response, feeling rather naïve as he looked down to where their bodies were connected, placing his hands on Marshall's hips and biting his lower lip. The younger had to close his eyes as he leaned away to back out of his lover, finally slipping completely out with a tremulous sigh. For a moment, he was still, his hands resting on the vampire's backside before the candy teen slumped back, sitting on his heels and letting his palms leave the lukewarm skin.
Picking himself up, the vampire kept his eyes averted from his lover as he scooted around, wriggled into the mattress and laid himself down gently. He carefully laid his wrists beside his head as if posing them, keeping his head to the side and looking at the wall. Gumball could see his face was stiff, like the whole position was uncomfortable but he was still trying to look becoming.
His brow furrowing, the younger tried to decipher why it was all of a sudden Marshall refused to look up at him. He wondered if it was something he had said or done that perhaps had made the deathless teen angry with him. It made Gumball reluctant to think that something he'd done had put his lover off. The sugary royal decided he ought to make things right with the vampire before he proceeded with their physical connection, in spite of the aching of his groin for the stimulation to continue. Tentatively, a pink palm grazed across the king's abdomen, gradually finding its way to rest against the elder's shivering thigh.
"Is everything okay, Marshall?" the gummy teen asked quietly. "We can stop…"
At once the older teen's eyes shot open and he looked alarmingly up at the other. His hand found Gumball's to hold in place, the fingers rubbing into his skin. He opened his mouth to speak, but the red-drinker fumbled and closed it instead, looking away uncomfortably before his blush grew.
The sugar male studied his friend hard, trying desperately to understand what he was trying to say. With that panicked look, he knew the vampire wanted him to stay, but why did he still look so uneasy? A new thought crossed his mind, but the reason seemed almost impossible for Marshall, being so confident in his experience, but he still dared to question it.
"Marshall," he murmured to the distressed looking king, "are… are you embarrassed?"
The raven-hair looked up, shocked, but he sighed and closed his eyes with a timid smile.
"Sh-shut up, dude."
Gumball grunted and lifted himself off of his own heels, leaning forward until he crouched over the older male. Cautiously, he let his fingers caress the vampire's cheek, tucking raven locks behind Marshall's pointed ear and turning his face back to center, making the elder look up at the prince. The pink teen's expression was soft and caring as he brushed his thumb affectionately over the pale blue cheek. He wanted to show there was nothing to be ashamed of; the gummy royal gently pressed his lips against his friends, kissing him tenderly and briefly before drawing back with a gentle smile.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, you know… I'm the last guy who'd make a quip about your… skill…"
Smiling weakly at his own stupidity, Marshall Lee leaned his head to touch foreheads. He always loved that simple touch between them, not having to be overly affectionate, yet intimate all the same.
"It's just… weird. Just… start again or somethin'. I'm… I'm ok man." His hand went combing through Gumball's sweet hair, holding his head to the vampire's for a moment longer.
"If you're sure…" The Candy Kingdom's heir looked down and, with a bit of resistance from his lover, leaned back, separating them so he could see exactly what he was doing. Feeling a little awkward, and nervous, now that he knew the elder was watching him, the younger male bit his lip and adjusted his hips, angling them until the mushroomed tip of his manhood pressed against Marshall's entrance. He could feel the vampire flinch and clench at the action, but he quickly relaxed with a low sigh, giving the dominant royal a signal to continue. Getting a firm hold on Marshall's thigh to steady himself, the pink teen leaned forward, pressing himself slowly into the vampire with a low, rumbling groan.
After being fully sheathed inside the vampire, Gumball wasn't expecting such a quick reaction, gasping at the arms that flew to his neck. Like he had done before, Marshall held his neck and pulled his torso down, pressing their chests together. He almost asked if the undead teen was alright, thinking that he might be in pain. But instead a feverish kiss to his neck silenced the prince, and tender hands came to press against his back. Gumball sighed happily and gently rocked his hips, getting a content moan as a reward from his friend. Suddenly, the hips below him lifted and Marshall brought his knees up to give a better position to the candy prince. Another lick to his throat demanded him to begin again, a gentle bite following.
The motions resumed after then, with the younger of the two conducting the movement. After a time of getting over his exposure before his lover, Marshall Lee actually relaxed again and massaged his palms into Gumball's shoulder blades, his body beginning to rock with the other's stronger thrusts.
As time passed and the duo became accustomed to the action, their movements grew surer. The young man on top built confidence and power behind the rocking of his hips while his lover met every push with a sultry moan, nuzzling and kissing the prince's neck and shoulders. Holding Marshall close, the candy teen quietly gasped for breath, panting softly in the elder's ear as he moved their bodies in unison. Gumball's hot breath wreathed around the deathless male's neck, and he dipped his lips to find the bite mark on his friend's throat, latching onto it as he continued to gain force in his thrusts. The feeling of being inside the sensually moaning vampire was enough to pull low grunts of pleasure from the sugary royal's throat with every new push.
Outside of the room, a distressed zombie pooch was clawing at the door, hearing her master's cries; they were labored and loud, making her think the poor vampire was under attack. But paw as she might, she couldn't get through the door, so she worriedly circled and lay down at the crack, hoping whatever was happening would be soon over.
Marshall Lee continued to pant and hold fast like his life depended on it. All among him his erogenous zones were being stabbed, bitten and stroked, sending his nerve endings ablaze with passion. It was enough to drive him to insanity, knowing it was the timid Gumball that pleasured him so beautifully that he almost broke his toes by curling them. With their bodies pressed together, the abdomen of his friend rubbed against his throbbing member. The vampire had to clench his eyes in order to gather enough thought to form words, wanting to let Gumball know of his immaculate work.
"Oh… ah ah Gum- mmm… I'm gon- ah! OH man…. I'm almost… ah ah AH almost!"
Those words sent a tremor up the prince's spine, and he groaned wantonly into the other's neck, releasing his mouthful of Marshall's throat and shifting suddenly. Before the vampire had the chance to cry out any more, the pink teen's lips were mashed against his moaning mouth, sealing their maws in a fiery kiss. Sounds of excitement and passion rumbling past their clashing lips and tongues, the pair had to break every few beats to gasp for breath as all over their movements began to grow hot and desperate. Gumball couldn't concentrate on exactly what he was doing, he could only rock their bodies in unison and revel in the beautiful feeling it created.
With a knee-jerk reaction, a spike of pleasure made him clamp his legs around the younger man, pressing his calves against his heaving ribcage. His eyes shut tightly and the vampire tried to control his limbs, pulling them out. But as he tried to separate their fleshes, the skin of the candy kingdom's prince had become tacky, sticking to the hair of his legs. But with the cloud of exhaustion and bliss he passed the matter off as a problem for later, returning his legs to press into his chest and continue pitch with him.
Groaning and gasping, the prince clutched at his lover's hips and held him close, drinking up every sound the elder made like music to the beat of their steadily creaking bed. He'd never be able to say so to his friend, even if his mind wasn't already too far gone, but he too was reaching his limits, feeling as if he could almost reach out and touch the spark of release. He couldn't think; he couldn't speak; he could only do, falling prey to his great desire and acting upon pure, lustful instinct.
As the prince continued to crush against his throbbing prostate inside him, the bassist braced against his growing ache, just waiting for his body to burst. And like the snap of a rubber band pulled too tight, Marshall yelped and emptied in-between their compressed chests, letting the natural pressure between them squeeze out his seed and bring him ease. His hand fisted in the prince's hair and yanked, opening up their airways to gasp for breath before unleashing a satisfied howl. It was low and labored, making him pinch his eyes shut. As his climax began to die down through his lover's continued thrusts, he looked to the ceiling with a flicker of fire in his eyes.
Biting his bottom lip through a low, lusty moan, Gumball strained to keep moving as the vampire's rear squeezed at his manhood. The prince gripped tightly at his lover's hips to give himself some kind of leverage, digging in and pushing against Marshall in an attempt to continue forwarding his own pleasure. The candy royal buried his face in the elder's collarbone, shuddering and moaning as the hot bliss built up in his lower gut. Aching for release, the younger gasped desperately until finally his voice pitch jumped and with a rough groan, the pink teen went rigid, reaching his orgasm and spilling into his lover.
Holding onto Gumball as he swayed above him, he hummed lazily and waited until the spasms died away before trying to peel himself away. As the prince tried to calm himself and catch his breath, Marshall Lee wedged his fingers between his legs and the other's torso, separating the sticky skin from his cold calves. He stifled his hisses as the gum pulled at his leg hairs, completely ruining his afterglow. But after successfully tearing himself away, he laid limply beneath the panting Gumball in order to clear his mind. His body wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, but another whine form his door beckoned for him. With a growl he gently shrunk and snaked out from under his friend, knowing there was no chance shutting up the mutt without a nice petting. As he floated midair, he turned around to apologize, but he instead snickered, seeing that the candy teen had already passed out.
Facedown in the sheets of the still warm bed, Gumball slothfully rubbed his chest into the blankets, ridding his body of his lover's residue, before pulling up the covers to cover his cooling body. Sleep was covering his mind completely, making him tired and temporarily selfish. His body was sore and he knew a good nap would fix it, and as soon as Marshall was done with whatever he had flown off to do, he'd be back to snuggle.
Time passed and finally the young prince awoke, his eyes still heavy but searching. He had stuck out his hand to find something to nestle against, but found himself alone in bed. He grumbled until the fog of his sleep lightened more, allowing him to hear a faint strum of a guitar. He gingerly sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking about in the dim-lit room. The walls were alight from the glow of a few candles, and curiously he turned to the sound of humming.
In the corner of the room, an awake vampire king was floating on his back, an acoustic guitar covering his lap while a sleeping Schwabl draped over his feet. The deathless teen was smiling and strumming a few strings quietly, keeping it down for his sleeping friend. As Gumball watched him, he wondered if his was unaware that the younger was awake, or simply didn't acknowledge it. But he began to sing to his chords, filling the room with the song.
"Hangin' round,
Downtown by myself and I've had
So. Much. Time,
To sit and think about myself,
And there he was…
Like double cherry pie,
Yea there he was…
Like disco super-fly."
Suddenly the vampire's eyes, lit by the burning candles, met the prince's, holding their attention.
"I smell sex and ca-ndy here,
Who's that loungin'
In. my. Chair?
Who's that castin'
Devious stares in my direction?
Mama this surely is a dream
Yea…
Yea mama this surely is a dream."
The prince looked down if only to hide the warm blush that was creeping onto his cheeks, but there was an undeniable, shy smile creeping onto his lips. Sitting up a little more, Gumball pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees, tilting his head to the side and resting it on his kneecaps. He tried not to show too much, hoping he'd be able to keep listening in without changing the mood, but the gummy teen couldn't help but smile coyly, unable to look away as their eyes met. Of course the sugary royal was a little embarrassed by the lyrics, but he was much less self-conscious when he and the vampire were alone. In its own quirky way, the song was quixotic and provocative, at the same time Gumball didn't mind at all; he could only be glad that his lover had such natural romanticism, even if it was a little askew.
Keeping to the song, he continued to play but chuckled lightly, letting the song go without lyrics for a verse.
"Seems like you actually like this," Marshall Lee smirked, keeping his fingers strumming without watching his hands. He had played this song for so many years, his digits knew the tune by heart. "Want me to keep going?"
The younger's smile grew a little wider and he adjusted his sitting position so that he was cross-legged, pulling Marshall's grey blanket to cover his lower body. Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, the candy prince cradled his jaw neatly in his palms, blinking his eyes slowly and giving his love an assuring nod.
"Yeah… it's kinda darkly romantic… I like it…"
"Well here… Lemme sing you another…" Quickly he dropped the melody to pick up another. He slowly re-crossed his legs, slightly shifting the pooch and making her snuff. Looking over his frets he started strumming again, this time with a quick, plucky tune.
"I know a guy who's tough but sweet…
"He's so fine, he can't be beat…
"He's got everything that I desire…
"Sets the summer sun on fire…"
Smirking wickedly, his eyes stared at Gumball, watching him from the bed with a sweet but wild look.
"I want candy…
"I want candy.
"Go to see him when the sun goes down…
"Ain't no finer boy in town…
"You're my guy, just what the doctor ordered…
"So sweet, you make my mouth water…"
"I want candy…
"I want candy…"
Gumball blushed and tried to cover it, but he knew Marshall could clearly see it and was happy form it. The vampire continued his song until its end, strumming the last notes loud enough to awaken his pet. The prince politely clapped, and the raven-hair bowed his head.
"So," the prince asked from his seat, "how do you make up all these songs? Out of the blue?"
"Oh, nah. I like making up my own on my own time, but those two I heard from someone. There was this guy I met who had a huge collection of songs from the old times, like before the big war, and I beat him in a game of 'drop ball', so he shared." He looked down to his guitar and played a scale, letting the notes float. "I keep playing them so I can remember. Things like that shouldn't be forgotten."
"I'm just wondering how you came up with so many songs about candy…" the prince mused with a little chuckle, glancing up at Marshall Lee with a knowing smirk. "Seems awfully convenient if you ask me…" Narrowing his eyes, the sugar teen leaned in, his smile widening as if trying to get the vampire to fess up to something. "For how long did you say you liked me?"
"A while," the vampire answered back, dipping down to let off his passenger so she could trot off to a more quite room. Gliding back until he sat on the edge of the bed, he kept his back to his friend while messing with his tuner. "I mean, not when you were little and junk… but when you were like… 16. I thought you were cute."
"What I wonder," replied the pink boy putting his hands on Marshall's shoulders and squeezing them affectionately, "is why you didn't say anything sooner… I mean we could have been hanging out all this time…" Gumball began massaging the vampire's tense shoulders, rubbing his thumbs into his lover's knotted muscles. "And to think for so long I thought you hated me."
"Whatever, dude," he grumbled over his shoulder, "You were the one who kept giving me the cold shoulder. I was always nice to you when I was around you. You were the one with a stick up your butt." He looked back to his guitar to test it, plucking a few strings. "Plus… I couldn't touch you 'til you were legal, so I was waiting, trying to be fun so that you liked me before I asked you out."
The vampire king stiffened as he felt the candy teen rest his cheek against the back of his head, the prince's hands continuing to knead his shoulders affectionately.
"I'm sorry I was so oblivious then, Marsh… I just… feel bad for the time I missed out on being your pal." The younger sighed, letting his hands slip from his lover's back to rest beside him on the bed, instead leaning forward until his chin rested on the elder's shoulder. Humming quietly and closing his eyes, Gumball couldn't keep himself from smiling for some reason. "Play me another song please, Marsh… you've got such a great voice."
The vampire smirked and looked at his fingers, strumming along to a few different melodies. The first was slow and dark with its minor's, but then he switched to a faster beat, leading with a salsa type tune, but finally he shook his head and picked at the few strings, playing a simple background and began humming what would be his lyrics, finally taking a deep breath to begin.
"There's a boy know,
"That lives down my street.
"Says his heart,
"Is mine to keep.
"But I don't know,
"If I can take it.
"He whispered in my ear,
"That he like-likes me.
"But he's so young,
"Why can't he see?
"That I don't know,
"If I can fake it.
"Cause I love him,
"And he loves me.
"But everyone says,
"We aren't mean to be.
"But I don't know,
"If they can break it
"Cause we'll still laugh,
"And we'll still love.
"From down in the waters,
"And high up above.
"And I don't know,
"Why they forsake it.
"So I'll take his hands,
"And he'll take mine.
"And we'll hold on,
"Til the end of time,
"And show them all,
"How we're gonna make it…"
With his song complete, the elder leaned his lips as far as he could to peck his friend's cheek, hoping he was pleased.
To the elder's delight, Gumball smiled and gave him a delighted hum, turning his head and pressing his lips gently against the vampire's. With an affectionate look in his eye, the prince combed his fingers through Marshall's onyx locks, a smile stretching across his face. His warm chest leaned against his lover's back, and the elder could feel the pink royal's heart beating softly and quickly against his shoulder blade.
"That was lovely, Marshall…"
"Thanks… been working on it for a while," the undead elder said, leaning over to place his instrument against the side of the bed before turning around to nuzzle Gumball's face and brush his glowing cheeks with his knuckles. "Had to tweak it a bit, but been working on it so when I found the right person…"
There was a comfortable quiet as a warm grin sneaked its way onto the prince's pink lips. Suddenly the candy royal was leaning against Marshall completely, his arms wrapped around the vampire's angular shoulders, and his forehead pressed against the elder's temple. Humming sweetly the younger pecked his lover on the jaw, a wordless thanks that wouldn't break the tender silence too soon. With a gentle smile on his own lips, the deathless teen turned in the younger man's arms, giving Gumball an affectionate, chaste kiss. They stayed embraced for a few more minutes, enjoying the soft feeling of warm skin on skin and breathing in each other's air, remembering the bliss of closeness which seemed to have faded over the month of separation. Finally, with a contented sigh, the sugary royal leaned back and looked his lover in the eye.
"Marsh… dawn will be breaking soon… Do you think you'd like to come back to the palace with me? I could use the company while I do official work today." The younger looked down a moment as if thinking to choose his words carefully in case some of the bitterness from their earlier spat still lingered. "Don't feel obligated if you'd rather not… but it would be nice to have you around."
The vampire chuckled and brushed along his friend's jaw, calling back his eyes.
"There's nowhere else I'd rather lurk…"