Bubba's pale pink lips caressed Marshall's at a feverish and demanding pace. If the decision had been Bubba's, they'd have had their fun three hours ago. Though he was attacked with a spontaneous nerve pinch, it wasn't enough to hold him off the whole night. By the time they were having desert he was shifting in his chair, nudging Marshall, squeezing his hand, silently begging him to escape with him to a room in the back. Poor Marshall kept pinching the nerve for him to help him, but now Gumball needed Marshall, and it was painstakingly obvious. Not only was there a clear, large bump in his pants, but he was very warm and panting. Poor Gumball was already in heat, and they hadn't even taken their clothes of yet.
"If- if I don't get your attention in like… th-three seconds, I might just p-pass out." His voice was quivering and his hands were gripping Marshall's coat like a life line. He groaned loudly through tight gritted teeth as the vampire touched him from outside his pants like he had done earlier. He began to shiver and bite his tongue, looking dizzier by the second. Marshall then scooped him up, wanting him as desperate as he could be. The more he needed the sexual attention, the greater the reactions and participation would be.
Marshall entered Bubba's bed chambers with the young king in his arms. Now that he was married, he was a king, and he would be addressed and considered the king until the day he died. Marshall would be his king, and co-ruler. The vampire lied Bubba on the bed, who immediately began to beg. "M-Marshall… nnnn, I need you…" He pleaded weakly, clenching still, fighting a useless early finish. Marshall pulled down Bubba's pants and boxers in one swoop, pulling off his shoes as he removed the pants. The vampire quickly pulled off his own boots and fell on his butt doing so. He then huffed and floated, prying them off as Bubba lied there, writhing in need. He was already pre-finishing, fluid dripping down.
"Hold out as long as you can." He ordered as he rubbed his hands on the sheets to make friction and warmth, then stroked Gumball up his length, breaking the torturous wait. The pink king's hips lurched upwards, towards Marshall's hands and his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, dizzy with pleasure already. He groaned loudly, the sound rough and low, so unlike Gumball. Without speaking a word, he was begging for more. He allowed his legs to open as far as they could and Marshall floated up, parallel to the floor. He blushed and ran his fingers through the coarse bubblegum hair, pulling on him a bit, causing him to whine. Then he allowed his lips to kiss Bubba's hardening length, gently and in such a teasingly slow fashion. His tongue trailed up the stiff appendage, licking off the pre-finish.
The pink king blushed majorly, unfamiliar with this kind of loving. It was so new and foreign but that isn't to say it wasn't fantastic. The young man's entire abdomen tightened in such a way that he almost couldn't handle it. Marshall rested his large and smooth hand on the young king's belly and rubbed softly, trying to release some of the unbearable pressure that built unceasingly. He gasped as suddenly he felt his entire length become encompassed with warmth and moisture. His lips quivered and his whole face contorted with a sense of pleasure and concern. Marshall's fangs were near the most sensitive part of his body, and he was afraid that the vampire would bite him. He managed to lift his head to watch Marshall, supervise him even, making sure that he didn't do something completely stupid. It hurt when Marshall bit, and he certainly didn't want a vampire hickie down there.
Marshall managed to easily get all of Bubba into his mouth with no pain or issue. He was so calm and collected that even though Bubba was touching and pushing on his gag reflex, his brain overrode the need to, and he held Gumball comfortably in his mouth. His thin snake-like tongue spiraled around Bubba, and the tip of his forked tongue pushed out his mouth and lightly brushed his lower privates. Gumball's head spun as pulses of good feelings shot up from his private region, hitting him all over. He screamed out into the dark, surely disturbing anyone nearby. Marshall pulled off, startled by the intensity and heaviness of the cry. "Bubba are you alright?" He asked, eyebrows raised in concern. The bubblegum king shivered as cool air blew on his privates, a much more uncomfortable feeling. Frustrated and needy, Bubba glanced up and observed Marshall through hazy yet confused vibrant light blue eyes. The violet pupils dilated some and he frowned.
"D-don't stop." He demanded entirely, fingers grabbing the soft pink sheets and collecting them in his palm. "Oh… Marsh-shall!" He whined happily as the warm sensation of the vampire's mouth took over again. He reached out and rubbed Marshall's head, filling his fingers with some of Marshall's night sky colored locks, and tugging every now and then to show his enjoyment. He wished this could go on forever. The private special moment was something that would remain Marshall and his dirty little secret. He loved the thought of that.
After some time Bubba lied back again, not even caring about being bitten anymore. He trusted that Marshall had some form of self-control, and he wasn't going to stop him now. This feeling was the purest and most natural form of ecstasy. The young and less experienced king arched his back up high. His knees lifted and his shoulders pressed into the bed. The constant pressure and sensual warmth of Marshall's mouth gradually drew him to the extremely uncomfortable need to release. The bubblegum king was close enough as it was. He squealed, "M-mmmarshall, I- I th-think I-!"
The vampire pulled his head away from the young king's hips, allowing his front two teeth to stop the retreat when they hit the head of Bubba's length. He closed his lips around the tip and gave a few sucks, and Bubba came quicker than Marshall could have imagined. His hips thrusted up as he achieved an orgasm, but the experienced vampire's hand was there to keep them down so he didn't get choked. Bubba shuddered, muscles twitching and quivering on every inch of his body with relief and satisfaction. All the tension dissolved as Marshall's mouth filled with Bubba's candy bodily fluid. Marshall breathed out as the taste of bubblegum covered his tongue. He swallowed then squeezed on Bubba's length, hoping for another shot of the addicting liquid. It worked as the young king cried out, and a bit more released from his body.
The slowest yet sleepy and satisfied smile slid onto Bubba's face. The greatest feelings his body could muster coursed through his veins, and through every single cell, from his scalp to the tip of his toes. He couldn't open his eyes if he tried, and he didn't really want to. He smiled bigger as the soft and large, protecting hands that could be no one other than Marshall Lee's rubbed his inner thighs kindly, heightening the sense of the heavenly feeling. Bubba managed, "Mmmm… Marshall, g-give me… a second." He drug his torso off of the bed to sit up weakly. The vampire pulled him close and hugged him, still fully dressed. Bubba looked at the sleeves of his white and gold military coat and chuckled. They hadn't even taken off their clothes. "It's all wrinkled! The launders are going to kill me." He whispered into Marshall's neck. The vampire nodded softly, licking his lips.
"We should probably take them off then big boy. It's my turn now, my husband." Butterflies fluttered in Gumball's tummy as Marshall removed his white coat and undershirt. He picked up the boy's crown from the floor, now bigger and fancier, as he was a king. He placed it on the nightstand and draped the coat on a chair. When Bubba noticed the bump in Marshall's pants, he reached forward and undid the button and zipper. He pulled them down to his knees and touched Marshall's package through his boxers, eyes glimmering with attraction. Marshall had already wriggled out of his own jacket and undershirt, and kicked off his pants and socks. He bit his lip and shuddered hard, Gumball's touch massively manipulative.
"Do you want me to do the same? As, like, you did for me?" He asked shyly, blushing red. Marshall shook his head and held his cheeks, allowing his warm lips to press to Bubba's. He wanted him raw and straight on.
"Gumball, I want you missionary. Is that alright with you?" The tone in his voice was sensual and rusty. Bubba nodded and smiled eagerly, blushing bright. He allowed his lips to lock onto Bubba's, and slid his tongue into his mouth. The more bubblegum taste, the better. Bubba wrapped his arms around Marshall's strong neck, and whispered to him.
"I could go on top if you wanted, so you didn't have to do the w-work. I could be good at it…" He whispered softly, wanting to try again. Marshall blushed and nodded softly, crawling up onto the bed and lying on his back. Marshall was already excited, his legs spreading out excitedly. Gumball mounted and rubbed on his dark king's chest with his soft pink hands. He pinched on one of his nips a bit, using the soft pads of his thumb and forefinger. He leaned down and allowed his smooth lips to kiss on Marshall's other one. The vampire's eyes snapped open, and his pupils constricted to slits. He tilted his head back into the pillow and moaned into the air. His toes curled and he gritted his teeth, fangs showing a bit.
"Ah… O-oh, Bubba sweetie, that... That is good. So good…!" The vampire called out, allowing his chin to tilt up. He smiled and sneered, surprised. "I'm impressed. You're good at this… Oh!" He squeaked as Gumball sucked on his nipple until it turned a soft shade of greyish purple. Proud of himself for giving Marshall a hickie, Bubba rolled his tongue over the sensitive feature to finish. Marshall shifted his hips uncomfortably. "It's getting… harder…"
"I know. I know, dear Marshall. I can feel it." He rocked back and reached down a moment, taking all Marshall had to offer in his hand. The vampire grinned and was able to keep his strong hips down, not wanting to buck Bubba off. The boy king tickled him softly, rubbing on his base and erection, combing through his hair, warming his lukewarm length up so it wasn't as uncomfortable for Bubba on entrance. Marshall's hair was sensually and beautifully tossed in his eyes, and a dramatic shadow was casted upon his face. His brow raised and came together as the pangs of need shot up his body. He groaned and twitched, senses being heightened. His bat ears twitched as he picked up on the sound of Gumball's heartbeat, loud and clear. A soft sheen of sweat appeared on his body as he began to feel the extreme need.
"G-Gumball, I need- I need you soon babe." He whined as muscles in his abdomen tightened, and his eyes opened, appearing a bit frantic. "Soon as possible." He begged. Bubba smiled and took a deep breath, then blew out as he sat on Marshall's length slowly. Immediately the strangest yet familiar and exciting feeling filled his core and he squeaked softly. "G-AH!" Marshall squealed and groaned happily. His instincts took over in a second and flipped them into missionary. Gumball blushed and chuckled, feeling dizzy with happiness all over again. He lied back gently, so sweet and submissive. He loved being Marshall's boy toy, his main attraction, his lover, his husband, his mate.
"M-Mmmmarsha-all…" He swooned, allowing his eyes to close and his body to relax as Marshall took over. The lips of the older king trailed all along his soft bubblegum torso, and all the sudden he began to thrust smoothly and quickly into Gumball's rear. He blushed and his toes and fingers curled, body adjusting to the strange stimulation. "Wh-what a feeling…" He mumbled warmly to his lover. He was shushed by lukewarm lips and chilly hands. As he was rocked back and forth, the boy prince grinned against the mouth of the vampire and relished the feeling. His heart was racing and his body shaking in sexual relief and happiness. This was exactly what the doctor ordered… quite literally.
Within five minutes, the gorgeous face of Marshall Lee was contorted and tight. He was panting and pounding into his lover. Gumball felt the vampire lift his legs and rest them on his shoulders, opening up new windows of opportunity. His bottom made even more room, and Marshall's length rubbed against his insides even harder. It was getting the pink king all excited once more, body becoming sexually stimulated again like earlier. His refractory period was over, and his body was ready to go again. The vampire hitched a great deal, until he reached orgasm and exploded into Gumball. The pink king blushed and shuddered, massaging his lover's shoulders as he held onto them tight. The vampire ignorantly flopped onto Bubba, satisfied to no end. He closed his eyes and allowed the rush of his sexual finish to buzz every centimeter of his body. The vampire, before intimate with Bubba, had always been fearful of becoming too old to make love. He was afraid that his body was so aged that he wouldn't physically be capable of having sex anymore. But damn, he was wrong.
As the vampire rested, still buried deep into Bubba's core, the pink king blushed with embarrassment and confusion. He was feeling all needy again, and the heat was rising all over again. He wanted to ask Marshall for help, but he looked tired. The young man rubbed on Marshall's head, stroking his hair affectionately. He looked up after a few seconds with a lazy and relieved grin. "That was e-excellent…" He cooed, and Bubba nodded and smiled sheepishly. Marshall looked up again and noticed how his cheeks were red, and that he had this certain look of discomfort about him. He opened his mouth to talk, but was in too much of a blur to speak. The vampire rubbed the side of his face, sat back up, and smiled. "Oh… My beautiful husband needs a little extra help."
"U-uhu…" He asked innocently, quivering. Again the vampire warmed his hands and stroked the boy king's length, giving him the sexual relief that he had been silently pleading for. Bubba's lower body and abdomen relaxed and tightened at the touch. It felt good, and was comforting. The vampire steadied the pink king's body with his left hand, pleasured him with his right, and began to thrust comfortably again. The soft bubblegum man instantly heightened with pleasure. He moved his hips against Marshall's and gripped his hair, tugging some. "Ahhh- o-oh! AH! Marshie! Marshall… Oh g-g-GLOB!" He mumbled mindlessly in a blurred, buzzed state. More. More. More. He needed to finish, and that was all he knew. He wanted the undeniable sense of happiness and relief. He wanted the blissful feeling of ecstasy and warmth.
Marshall blushed as he noticed his own relief fluids making a mess around his base and Bubba's bottom. The pink king could feel it too, for sure, but he didn't care. As long as Marshall provided pressure and tension inside him, he was content. The vampire's hand squeezed Gumball's length and he squealed, knowing he was close. His jaw dropped, his mouth slid open, and his tongue pushed forward in his mouth. He hitched and finished with a dramatic grunt, and released all of the rest of the fluid he had onto Marshall's abdomen.
With that, Marshall blushed and was ambushed by another surprise orgasm of his own. Even more fluid came shooting out into Bubba, much to the kings' delight. Marshall leaned back and tilted his head back, observing the ceiling mindlessly as he experienced yet another glorious release. They hummed with excitement together. Marshall grabbed Bubba's hand and held it tight, squeezing it in pulses of a simple rhythm. The young king sighed softly with a hint of a soft whimper. All he could focus on though was how excellent his second orgasm felt.
The vampire, after regaining his more aware consciousness, gently pulled out and sat back. He then leaned over and kissed Gumball a minute, sealing their love again. The young king kissed up to his husband, simply happy. He waffled their fingers and after they took a breath, Marshall kissed his hand. He then let go and scooped him up, bringing him to the shower for a much needed cleaning. He floated in and turned on the shower, holding Gumball with one arm effortlessly, much like a baby. The young pink king was curled up tightly into Marshall. As he waited for the water to warm, the older king rubbed the side of Gumball's head tenderly, smiling at him. Bubba glanced up and noticed. He blushed and smiled sweetly, asking, "What is it Marshie?"
"Oh, just that I was thinking that you're finally a king. And you're my husband. And also, that I love you."
"I love you too Marshall. I'm so proud to call you my husband…" Bubba yawned. "I made a mess again didn't I?" He asked sleepily as Marshall carried him inside, and the warm steamy water splash down on his body. With that, most of the messy fluid rinsed off of them and went down the drain. Gumball smiled blissfully as his inner sensations of orgasm wore off, and his body cooled down. The water fortunately kept him warm. As his excitement diminished, so did his last few ounces of energy. He closed his eyes for what he only wanted to be a few seconds. Before he could notice himself drifting, he was asleep, leaving Marshall to clean up the mess again. The vampire smiled softly, washing Bubba's hair and body. He then dried him off, wrapped him in a warm towel, and lied him on the couch. He went back in to really get himself clean, as his torso was coated in a remaining mix of their finishes.
He scrubbed his fingers through his hair with shampoo, sudsing up the ebony locks. Once content, he rinsed and repeated. Then, with a soapy washcloth, Marshall scrubbed the front of him until he was squeaky clean. He had to clean every inch of his body, as it was an OCD like characteristic that vampires typically had had. The cleaner the better. Once satisfied, he turned off the water, and dried off his body. He changed the sheets and pillow cases, then scooped up his Bubba and kissed him on the forehead. Gumball twitched a smile in his sleep for his lover, but it understandably faded. Marshall made himself lie down on the bed beside his precious pink bubblegum king for the night. He surrounded the boy in his arms and rested his chin above his head. Bubba pulled up his knees and curled into the fetal position into Marshall's strong body. After a few kissed to the top of Bubba's head, Marshall drifted away, heart beating stronger than ever.
