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“Stop wearing skinny jeans does not mean switch to leather pants!”
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"Marshall, can you please stop wearing those glob forsaken pants in my lab." Prince Gumball sighs, pointedly avoiding looking at his boyfriend who insisted are wearing these sinfully stupidly tight skinny jeans that hid very little and were currently wearing at his sanity.
"What why?" Marshall asks, raising an eyebrow. "I stopped wearing the torn ones. What's wrong with these?"
Gumball just stares at him unimpressed, letting his eyes trail down the demonic vampire's body, naturally pink cheeks darkening when he passes over his crotch before looking away. "They're indecent." He huffs.
Marshall Lee didn't miss the prince's lingering gaze or the blush that bloomed on his face. His look of confusion turned into a smirk. "Oh, are they now? They're just jeans, Gummy. How exactly are they indecent?"
"Just go change!" The prince huffs, throwing a pair of his purple sweats at his boyfriend. "I have work to do, and don't need you trying to distract me."
"I literally breathed." Marshall laughs, pulling the sweatpants off his face.
"You haven't done that in centuries, don't be ridiculous." Gumball scoffs, going back to his microscope.
“It’s a joke, Gums. Don’t be such a boomer.” Marshall laughs as he floats behind a curtain to change.
“You’re older than me!” Gumball glares.
“My point exactly.” Marshall hums as he floats around by the scientist’s head, dropping the oh-so offensive skinny jeans onto the pink gum that made the other’s hair.
Gumball makes an offended noise quickly shucking them off his head. “Do you know how long it took me to sculpt this morning?!” He complains, fixing his slightly deflated hair. “The absolute nerve!”
“Aw, come on, GumGum. It’s just hair.” Marshal smirks, floating upside down in front of him. “Besides, it’s kind of hot when it's all messed up.”
Prince Gumball turns a darker shade of pink, knowing exactly what the older immortal is implying. “That’s it! Shoo! I’ll entertain you later, but at this rate, I will get nothing done!” He huffs, shooing the laughing vampire from the room.
“See you tonight, Princey?” The musician hums, floating close to his face.
Gumball flushes, looking away, but nods. “I’ll try to be out by nightfall...come get me if I’m not.”
“800 years, and I still have to make sure you sleep, huh?” Marshall chuckles, smiling fondly.
“Shush, I’ve been doing better. I got a whole 30 hours since Sunday.” Gumball grins proudly.
“It’s Saturday, but better, I’ll give you that.” Marshall hums, kissing the other before turning to go. “See you tonight!”
He chuckles as he hears embarrassed muttering before the door shuts behind him. Ass he rounds the corner to get to the hidden hallways Gumball made for him centuries ago, he has to pull up the other boy’s sweats and his mind drifts back to his own pants and his blushing prince. “Well, if he thinks those are too tight, I should really give him a show.” He snickers, slipping into his passageway to fly home for the day. “Wonder if I still have those leather pants?”
~~~
“Ohhh, Gumbaaaall~!” Marshall Lee sings songs as he walks back into the lab shortly after nightfall, eyes quickly adjusting to the harsh fluorescents even if they do still cause a slight hiss. “You said come get you so this is your cue to come to bed! Don’t have to sleep just no more working!”
“Not yet, Marshall. I’ve almost figured this gadget out.” The pink prince muttered from where he’s hunched over a workbench, playing with a circuit board.
“Nope. Finish up whatever the breakthrough is or write it down. Relax time.” Marshall tsks, cleaning up tools that he can immediately see are no longer in use and putting them where they belong.
“Hey! I was using tha-Oh my glob!” Prince Gumball squeaks, hiding his face and turning a bright pink when he notices what Marshall is wearing. “Marshall Lee Abadeer! Stop wearing skinny jeans does not mean switch to leather pants !”
“Hmm? Why not? You seemed to like what you saw in the skinny jeans so I figured I’d make it easier on you, Gummy.” Marshall laughs, walking to him purposefully.
The color just kept darkening in the prince’s has as he squeaked. “In what universe do those make anything easier on me?”
“Mmm, makes for a much easier view.” He chuckles, stopping to put his hands on his hips.
Gumball’s eyes trail down and pause before darting away at the noticeable print in the guitarist’s pants and distinct lack of underwear. “I’m not getting any more work done tonight, am I?”
Marshall smirks when the Prince finally seems to understand. “I told you it was relaxing time.”
Prince Gumball just groans, giving up any fight he had given the fact he wouldn’t be able to focus anyway. “Fine. Help me finish cleaning up?”
“On it,” Marshall agrees, flying off with more things.
“And for the love of glob stop putting my wrench on top of the bookcase you heathen.” The prince snips when he sees Marshall flying a little too high.
“Aww, but then you make me come back to the lab and I get to watch you work.” The demon spawn pouts, dramatically floating back down to where it belongs.
“You mean you get to spend all day distracting me until I let you screw me on the table.” Gumball mumbles, turning the lights out once the other is walking next to him. “Which was probably your plan tonight.”
“Mayhaps.” Marshall Lee just grins with his hands behind his head as they walk. “Was it working?”
Gumball looks down again and realizes Marshall must have expended enough red to make the outline of his cock start growing. “...Mayhaps.” He answers with a small smirk of his own.
Marshall Lee’s grin grows as he swoops the prince up to carry him bridal style as he flies to the bedroom, chuckling at the little squeak and half-hearted complaints the brighter man gave.
“Must you do this every time?” The prince pouts, crossing his arm petulantly.
“Yup,” Marshall smirks, playfully nipping his gum hair. “You look so cute when you pout.”
“Why are you so embarrassing?” He groans, draping himself in Marshall’s hold dramatically.
“Because it’s fun.” Marshall laughs, getting the door open and depositing Gumball on the bed. “So, any thoughts on the new pants?”
“You have had those for centuries but you definitely had a lot less red helping back then.’ The prince blushes, crossing his legs to hide his bulge as he avoids looking at the rather prominent one that the pants are outlining beautifully.
Marshall looks at him confused for a second before smirking. “That was like six hundred years ago, Gumdrop. I was the human equivalent of like 16. I’m next in line for the Nightosphere, did you really think it would stay that size?”
Prince Gumball just stared at the outline in those pants, licking his lips subconsciously. “So that’s just showing?”
“Yup still does a little bit of growing too.” Marshall chuckles, watching the prince’s eyes shine in interest.
“Well then, it’s a good thing I’m made of gum.” Gumball finally breathes out, moving closer to Marshall to hold him through the painted leather. “How do you even plan to get these off?”
“Was kind of hoping you’d help me with that?” He chuckles awkwardly. “I got them most of the way on and realized they were not coming back off without a fight.”
Gumball rolls his eyes at the dorky half-vampire. “You’re ridiculous.” He points out before undoing the fly of the pants and slowly starting to pull them down, not noticing he licks his lips again the other’s cock is released and droops forward with its weight.
“Come on Gummy, you’ve seen it dozens of times since we got back together. You don’t have to stare at it every time.” Marshall sighs.
“I’m just still surprised it fits.” The scientist admits, and after a weird little jumping game, the pants are finally off before Gumball is leaning forward and trying to choke himself on the other’s cock.
Marshall moans low, reaching under the pinkette to start undoing his buttons. “Always so hungry for my cock.” He chuckles, getting his outer coat taken care of before switching to the cravat and such. “So, what’s got you all riled up today, hmm?”
Gumball just glares up at him, stuffing his face before gesturing to the pile of leather pants on the floor.
“Aw, did a little bit of leather get someone’s panties in a bunch?” Gumball just moans and swallows around him in retaliation, making the King hiss. “Where’s the lube?”
The prince doesn’t answer, instead kicking his pillow to throw it a bit and reveals the bottle of lube underneath.
“So that made no move to leave from the last time we did this.” Marshall Lee chuckles, coating his fingers before teasing at the prince’s hole.
Prince Gumball gasps around the intrusion, his inhuman body sucking the digit in more and until eventually ifs just easier to use two so he can get his finger back out.
It doesn’t take long for Gumball to devolving into a needy, moaning mess... sucking it in from both ends until he’s three fingers deep and has made himself no more than a fleshlight.
Eventually, Marshall finally deems him prepped enough to continue as he pulls his fingers and cock free to move around the prince and line it up with his hole.
“Ready?” Marshall asks nicely before starting a ruthless pace when he gets the okay.
“AHHH~! MArshAlll~” Gumball cries out, clawing at the sheets as his boyfriend all but fucks him into them. “Please! More! Harder!” He whines, squeezing his eyes shut as he rocks back onto the thrusts best he can.
“Marshall! Marshall! MarshA-AHHHH~!” Gumball whimpers as he feels the other’s long, thick cock, possibly literally rearranging his insides with him being gum. “Harder! FAstE-AHH!”
The pinkette arches back into the thrust when Marshall manages to find his equivalent of a prostate and starts abusing it to hear more of the pretty noises.
“Faster! Please!” Gumball pleades, clinging to the sheets like a lifeline.
The thrusts speed up to start working with vampire speed and it isn’t long at all before the pinkette is cumming into the sheets below him. “Marzhal! Marshall! Marsshollll~!” The candy boy cries out.
The sudden vice grip on his cock has Marshall following soon after with a few more hard thrusts before he’s buried to the hilt, deep inside his boyfriend and painting his insides in his cum.
“Fuck, Gummy.” Marshall eventually sighs as he slumps onto the sheets next to the other, and pulls him close. “Come here. We can clean up after. You’re getting a cuddle.”
Gumball just lets himself be pulled, burrowing close to the vampire-demon hybrid. “No more of those stupid pants.”
“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” He smirks, kissing the other’s pink forehead.
“Marshall Lee!” The prince groans.
“You love me.” Marshall Lee snickers.
The prince’s face turns soft only for a moment. “Yes, unfortunately, I do. I really freaking do.”
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*slides million dollar check to Pendleton Ward* so how about getting Donald Glover and Neil Patrick Harris to voice over that bubbline kiss with gumlee huh?
