It wouldn’t be right. Honestly, the effects of a vampire bite….when the vampire knew what he was doing….was almost like that of alcohol. Of course, being the King of the Vampires didn’t make this any better, as he’d been practicing for years so he could calm his prey, make them defenseless and weak enough to not fight back. And at least feel a bit of bliss before he - potentially - killed them. So, potentially right now, Prince Gumball was drunk. Maybe not exactly, but it still didn’t feel right to do.
….then again, when had Marshall ever done anything that was considered right? He heard the other’s voice, followed by that begging, and he couldn’t help but swallow roughly, his mouth suddenly feeling incredibly dry. He had never thought he would see the day that the stuck up Prince of the Candy Kingdom was begging for someone he considered such a delinquent. He gasped as the other thrust forward, growling under his breath at how incredibly, pain-stakingly sexy that moan was.
"Alright, alright, calm down. Let me focus." He muttered, but it was hard to when the other kept chanting that single word to him, and those nails were digging into cold flesh. The sane part of his mind figured that he should find some sort of lubricant. After all, he didn’t want to break his lover and cause too much pain. But, the sane part wasn’t winning the war right now. Instead, the irrational part of his mind was telling him other things. The water would be lube enough. They’d just had sex last night, he couldn’t be that tight. And most importantly, Gumball should be so drunk on lust that he wouldn’t feel any pain.
That last one was what convinced him thoroughly. He smirked, shoving up against Gumball to elicit another hiss between his fangs, eyes half-lidding as he stared at his lover. “I promise, this will only sting a little…” Screw foreplay. Screw everything else. He’d done plenty of that with Gumball when he’d first taken his virginity. Now, it was all raw lust. Now, he just wanted to fuck the other into oblivion, until he was screaming his name, until the world KNEW he belonged to Marshall. Without even hesitating, he cupped the other’s face in his hands, red eyes watching him. “I want you to look directly at me. I want to see your face.” He purred, pecking the others lips, before smirking in an almost deadly manner and snapping his hips forward, a professional in the ways of sexual attraction, his engorged cock sliding into the pink gummy flesh with absolute ease.
When Marshall told him to calm down, despite his aching need, the prince obeyed. He paused his hip movements, panting softly as he simply leaned against the vampire. His mind was still dazed but he knew full well what he wanted, what he had been begging for. If the other ever mentioned him begging later on, he know he would deny it but in the heat of the moment, his lust weighed out any pride he had. To feel that moment of just being so full with the other inside of him… It was lewd but it was addicting.
And then Marshall’s hips suddenly shoved against his own, causing Gumball to gasp in surprise as the fire in his veins was lit once again. Feeling flushed all over, hazy lavender eyes looked back the vampire as he spoke. At first, he thought that the other was gonna stretch him out like yesterday. His face was cupped and he stared right into those red eyes that stole his breath, making him nod wordlessly before his lips were pecked. It was gonna be easier said then done. Especailly when those sinful hips snapped forward and something definitely not fingers thrusted into him.
Lavender eyes widened and his mouth opened in a silent scream as his back arched, head thrown back. Mother of glob. There was pain. Not too bad but it was still there at the sudden thrust. His whole body trembled as the feeling from yesterday came back. Full. So full. So…. complete. His hands began clawing at his boyfriend’s back as the vampire’s words rang through his cloudy thoughts. 'I want you to look directly a me.' Still shaking, the pink royal’s eyes returned back to look into Marshall, eyes hooded and wet from his lust, mouth hanging open as he panted loudly. There was a new plead in his eyes, lavender changing to violet in his desire.