Gumball woke in a pleasant fog. He stirred sleepily, relishing the softness and warmth of his bed. He nuzzled his face into the sheets. "Mmm."
His bliss lasted until he vaguely wondered why he was naked. Memories of the previous night came crashing back. He groaned.
It had been a mistake. With the Meeting of Aaa Royalty fast approaching, it was his duty to limit any distractions and focus on the task at hand. The interests of the kingdom had to come first. On a personal level, it was a really really bad idea to get involved with his volatile ex-lover. Their friendship was fragile enough as it was, and getting drawn into some sort of bang-buddy system could only end horribly. Sex with Marshall Lee was just a terrible move on so many levels.
It had felt extremely good though. Gumball smiled dreamily, remembering Marshall Lee's fierce red eyes and commanding voice. He wouldn't mind another rough handjob... or several more, if he were honest with himself. And oh glob... he wanted that huge cock inside him. Or maybe shoved down his throat. He bit his lip. Would it really be so terribly wrong to get another taste?
"No!" he muttered. "I will not get involved with that crazy vampire again. No way." He rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Gumball was both pleased and annoyed to note that his complexion was a bright, healthy pink again. Marshall Lee's "stress relief" had actually worked. Ugh.
The prince didn't see Marshall Lee again for a while. It wasn't until after the Meeting of Aaa Royalty (which went very well), when he returned to his bedroom and flopped down on the bed with a contented sigh, that the vampire appeared.
He literally appeared, popping into existence floating above Gumball's bed.
"Aah! What the flip!"
"Sorry for the sudden intrusion, Your Highness, but I thought you might want some more, ah, stress relief after your very high-pressure meeting."
"So you waited invisibly in my room until I got here? That's insane!"
The vampire laughed, flipping out his snake tongue. "Well I'm horny."
Gumball grimaced slightly as he started to get hard. It wasn't fair that Marshall Lee had this effect on him. Time to put a stop to it before he started thinking with his penis again.
"No, Marshall Lee," he said firmly.
Marshall Lee floated down to the bed next to him and stroked his hair. "I'd make it worth your while~" he crooned.
Gumball started to lean into his touch, but jerked back when he realized what he was doing. "Marshall, I really think we need to talk about this!"
Marshall Lee's least favorite phrase. He groaned and flopped back onto the bed. "Why? Can't we just have fun for once without so much talking?"
"It's... it's not that I do't want to," said the prince carefully. "You know I do. But I can't. I have duties-"
"Oh my glob! Always duties and rules! You seriously need a good fuck, and regularly. It doesn't need to interfere with your precious duties. I just, I'd like to be able to mess around with you once in a while, no strings attached. I think you want it too. Tell me if I'm wrong."
Gumball sighed deeply. It's not just my responsibilities. I don't want to get too close to you. I don't think we can keep it casual. I don't want to go through that pain again.
He so badly wanted to throw it all aside, though. Marshall Lee was right, of course. He was absolutely craving some wildly kinky sex. So why not just do it? No strings attached. Just stress relief.
"I want it," he said softly.
Marshall Lee stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah. So, you wanna see where this goes, or...?"
"Yes," said Gumball before he changed his mind. "I have a few conditions though. One, this absolutely cannot interfere with my work. Two, I don't want anyone to know about us. I don't know how the candy people would react to their sovereign casually hooking up with a vampire." And I don't want them to judge me, he added silently. "Three, no romance. Absolutely none. If either of us starts wanting something serious, we break it off. Agreed?"
Marshall Lee sat up. "Agreed."
"Good." Gumbll hesitated. "So... shall we?"
Marshall Lee raised an eyebrow. "I dunno. All the logistics talk killed my boner. You might have to work to bring it back."
Gumball palmed the front of his pants. "Liar," he purred. "You're hard as a rock. Is the prospect of banging me so exctiting to you?"
The look in his eyes was all the answer Gumball needed. He felt a shiver of anticipation.
"Like you're any better," scoffed the vampire. "I bet you've been beating off to me every night since our last encounter."
Gumball blushed.
"Oh my glob, you have," crowed Marshall Lee. "Pathetic. Do you just jerk off, or do you do anything more... entertaining?"
Gumball squeaked and went a brighter shade of pink. "How did you-?!"
Marshall Lee's eyes darkened with want. "You're such a slut." He pulled Gumball close for a bruising kiss. "Show me."
"Sh-show?"
"Touch yourself for my entertainment, slut. And use my title when you address me."
"Yes Master," said Gumball meekly. He had almost forgotten what an incredible rush submission was. All his worries were rapidly melting away.
He undressed quickly and laid on his side, like he usually did, then hesitated. He felt incredibly self-concsious. Masturbating was going to be difficult with Marshall Lee's eyes fixed on his every moment.
The slap wasn't painful, but it was very startling. Gumball gasped and touched his own cheek lightly. "Master!"
"Entertain me," he growled.
Gumball started moving without even really being conscious of choosing to. He began by stroking his own torso with smooth, sensuous motions. He brought his right hand down to his cock and began stroking it languidly. With his left hand, he reached for the small bottle in the drawer next to his bed. He left off touching himself to generously slick his fingers with lube.
He penetrated himself slowly and gently, stretching experimentally. When he added a second finger and found an angle he liked, he moaned softly.
Gumball looked up and saw the pure fascination on Marshall Lee's face. It made him want to show off. Put on a bit of an exhibition.
He got up and knelt so that everything he was doing was clearly visible to Marshall Lee. Gumball began pumping his fingers in and out with more exuberance, not restraining any of his moans or whimpers. He stroked his cock, bringing himself close to the brink. When he found his prostate, he cried out helplessly and stopped touching his cock. Instead, he ran his free hand feverishly up and down his torso. "Please, Master," he panted. He wasn't even sure what he wanted, only that he wanted it desperately.
Marshall Lee pulled out his own cock and started stroking. He floated up so that he was looking down at Gumball, his cock slightly above the prince's head. Gumball's mouth went dry. Apparently, watching Marshall Lee get himself off was what he wanted. Gumball started pumping himself again, getting to the edge embarrassingly fast.
"Ah! I'm c-close!" he stammered.
"Fuck," growled Marshall Lee, pumping faster.
"Master!" Gumball cummed onto his stomach. He slowly removed his fingers from inside himself, instantly missing the sensation. He trailed his other hand through the liquid on his stomach and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking gingerly as he gazed up at Marshall Lee.
Marshall Lee groaned. Gumball was so fucking hot when he let go like this. Looking up at Marshall Lee from under his eyelashes, tasting his own jizz with an expression of innocent wonderment...
The vampire's eyes rolled back in his head. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"
He emptied himself onto the prince's face. It was so exquisitely satisying to see ribbons of cum painted on that face. Gumball's tongue snaked out, tasting greedily. Marshall Lee chuckled.
"Don't wash it off. Just let it dry there. I guarantee no one will notice."
Gumball blinked, seeming to come back to his senses. What a shame.
"Butterscotch Butler might notice," he mumbled.
Marshall Lee zipped up his pants, looking dubiously down at the prince. "Did you just defy a direct order?"
A shadow of fear and excitement crossed Gumball's face. "I won't wash it off until my morning shower, Master."
"Good boy." He hesitated. "Do you need anything?"
Gumball rolled his eyes. "You can just go. I'm perfectly fine. Thank you for the experience." He smiled. "It was... very intense. Moreso than I would have anticipated."
"Good." With that, Marshall Lee turned into a bat and flew out the window.
Gumball was tough to crack, but he was marvellously fun once he let go on his inhibitions. Fucking him was a delight, and it was one that Marshall Lee intended to repeat many times in the future.