The medicine thing mentioned earlier still applied, gritty on his tongue. Marshall slid his hot tongue up Gumballs neck, and he slid his hand up at the same time. With an Iron grip, Marshall took the prince by his throat and glared down at him. He watched, bright pink eyes reflecting any light that manged to seep into the room. Gummy was gasping, and his cock was throbbing.
"Ma-" He was cut off, vampire lips suddenly suffocating him even more. He felt like he was drowning in him, letting him intoxicate his sweet innocence with lust. Marshall Lee loosened his grip, and let him breathe. Before he could speak, he spat "You want this? You want to feel me inside you?" Gummys stomach dropped. He tried to nod, catching his breath. That was no good.
"Say it."
"I.. Uh, I want you."
Ontop of the prince, Marshall seemed huge. He was taller, and had broad strong shoulders. His eyes traveled down the ripples in his grey toned skin. There were scars from his thousands of years in Aaa. He lifted his hand up, dragging it along his side and up to his neck. A wave of something flushed over him. He yanked Marshall down, by the neck, and dipped his soft, sickly sweet tongue into his mouth. He drug it across the sharp angles of the boys fangs and pulled back. "I said, I fucking want you."
Thank GOD his voice didn't crack. He really thought it was going to, with all this excitement he was as nervous as much as he was hard. Marshalls eyes glowed in the dark room, and the pupils turned to thin slits.
The vampire prince had awoken.
"You want to be all big and bad?" He purred, slipping his fingers into Gumballs mouth. "You want to grab me, and tease me? You dirty little slut. It's almost funny. I bet you've looked at me before, at my little parties or with Fiona on adventures. I bet you stared at my hands and wished they were all over you, in you." He rubbed his fingers against the tongue that lapped eagerly around them and continued. "I wanna bet, that you took my shirt and you held it up to your face and pretended I was touching you while you jerked your fucking dick to my voice. Pathetic." A moan jumped out suddenly, and he knew it was his sign to go harder.
"I want to ruin this pretty pink skin. So pristine, and clean. I want to yank you by your hair and make you cry with my cock down your throat. I am going to make you crave me every moment of every day." He paused, took his fingers out, and began to float above him. "Take it off, princey." Marshall giggled and watched every little move he made. He took off his shirt easily, but his boxers not so much. While he knew damn well this boy was made of gum, he was still slightly surprised to see a pink dick with a dribble of precum at the tip. He took his own shirt and jeans off, keeping his underwear on. Almost like a power move.
He placed himself back down, a little bit lower on the bed, and was face to face with Bubbas dick- he watched closely as the veins throbbed and he drug his finger gently across his slit before pressing his entire hand down around his shaft. This was gonna be so fucking fun.