Listen To My Undead Heart (Gumlee)

Make It Stop

♦️Marshall's POV♦️

His breath was intoxicating. Each time he exhaled, I inhaled. My body shivered at his touch and my face burned with a fiery glow. As my fingers tangled within his hair I smiled. His lips were soft and gentle. He controlled them with a passion I had never experienced. His hands roamed where they pleased and I didn't complain. How could I? Needless to say, the man drove me wild.

"Mmm," I sighed. Our tongues wrestled joyfully. Our chests pressed together but he made sure to keep control by having waist and below farther apart. I let out several moans, trying to encourage him to push further. But to no avail. He wanted to make this last.

"Please," I groaned quietly as I deepened the kiss. He finally pushed me up against a wall and I took my opportunity. I jumped up and swung my legs around his waist. He rested his hands under me for support. My arms linked together loosely around his neck as he exhaled into my mouth.

There it was again; the intoxication.

"Wait," he pulled away from my lips and rested his forehead against mine. I gasped for air as saliva dripped down my chin. "Ah forget it. I can't resist you for long," his husky voice deteriorated as he closed the space between us once again. My heart pounded as I began scratching into his back. He groaned into me and chuckled. Oh god was it sexy.

He threw me onto the king size bed and pinned my arms down. Somehow, my shirt had been torn from my body, leaving my bare chest. The intimacy flustered me as he kissed down my stomach. My crotch ached. His hands slid into the waist of my pants and he sucked on my neck, making it pulse.

"Just fuck me already!" I screamed. This was all too much. If he was going to act like this then he better be prepared to make it worth my time. He raised his head from my neck and glared down at me. He clicked his tongue.

"So impatient," he growled. Soon my pants were on the ground and he began rubbing my bulge. I moaned from pleasure. He was right, I really was impatient. I clenched my teeth and roared into the room.

"I need you," I whimpered. He laughed darkly and ripped down my boxers. My member jolted upright and throbbed. He took it whole.

I was a mess. He licked the head and base repeatedly to make sure I was begging for more. He then lifted me up and with no warning, set me on his rock hard member. I moaned as pain filled my body. Tears streamed from my eyes but I screamed for him to continue. Within seconds I could feel the cum about to shoot out of me.

"Ah! I'm... Gonna... FUCK!"

I shot upright in my bed with a large tent in my pants. I quickly covered them up with extra covers. My house was cold and dark and the only sound was my sexual moans as I tried to get rid of my boner.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood to my feet. Instantly a pain shot through my head.

"Ah shit!" I collapsed to the ground. "What the...hell?" I groaned.

The floor was hard against my bare chest. Dust bunnies scattered the hardwood.

"What happened to me?" I wheezed as I clutched the sides of my head. Another jolt of pain zoomed through me. Another yelp of pain echoed into the sky.

"Marshall!" My eyes darted to my doorway where Gumball stood with a plate of strawberries. He quickly dropped them and rushed to my side. "What's wrong?" He tried to look into my eyes but they were cloudy.

"My....head," I groaned. He clutched my cheeks and yelled until I could no longer hear what he was saying. It was all blocked out by empty thoughts and dead emotions. Soon enough, I was numb.

Just make the drumming stop.