Just a Bit Sweeter

When the Cat's Away, the Boys will Play

The silence was thick between the two males, Marshall made no motion but to stare at Gumball. He knew his prince would get a bad reputation as a royal if the word got out he was queer, but it still hurt all the same coming from him. “You understand... r-right Marshall?” Gumball asked, his voice shaking. He shuffled closer, but what else was there to do. Marshall had options, he could hug his prince and console him, or he could do nothing. He could easily usher him out, or break down and cry the tears he had been holding back. None of the options sounded good. It was painful not to have anything to say, so he simply nodded his head slowly. “Gumball, I think you need to make a choice...” Marshall finally said, though he wish he hadn’t. “It’s either gonna be you continue to run away from your castle without word and almost get us caught...” Gumball paused his steps, he had completely forgotten how panicked Marshall must have felt when the two girls burst in his door. He had only thought of himself. “Or you can admit to the world you’re gay.” The words stabbed the prince, the exact thing he feared most came from Marshall’s mouth. He shook his head, his eyes large with anxiety. “No, Marshall, no I couldn’t possibly...” Gumball sat down and cupped his face in his hands, “Why couldn’t you have been a girl... then we could have avoided all of this!” Marshall laughed and walked over, he had to remember this was hard for his prince too. “That wouldn’t be half bad, I wouldn’t have Fionna throwing herself at me every second.” He paused and scrunched his nose, “Unless she’s into that, then it’s just this all over again.” They both laughed, together. Setting up a wall disguising themselves from society.

Marshall pressed his lips to Gumball’s, softly, and ran his hands up his shirt. “Marshall, w-wait, we need to tal—“ Gumball started to speak, but paused as Marshall’s tongue went in his mouth. The feeling was so good, he didn’t want to stop for communication. The king pawed at his prince’s zipper, there was a time and a place for everything but rules didn’t apply to him. “Wait, Marshall... s-shouldn’t we talk first...” Gumball said, but groaned as Marshall kissed the skin above his crotch. He was always doing that, always taking the lead. Guiding the prince around, his hands on the reins. The prince’s hands slid down his stomach and assisted Marshall’s in pulling down his pants, they were tight, a pair of Marshall’s jeans no doubt. Gumball could already feel the buldge rising up in his boxers, but so could Marshall. And he did. His fingers scraped Gumball’s soft skin as he inched down his boxers, reviling the reason he put up with all this trouble.

Tell, not tell, tell, not tell... the options ran through Gumball’s mind. His train of thought was broken by the loud shriek erupting from his throat as Marshall ran his tongue down his length, his cold hands cupping the prince’s ass. This was no princely duty, but who the hell cared. Gumball wasn’t being polite, he wasn’t acting like a gentleman, but that wasn’t what he wanted to do. He arched back and moaned, beads of sweat falling from his forehead, as Marshall began to draw the rich pink from his member. The colour tasted so good... it was almost criminal. Gumball’s body movements suggested pure pleasure not only to himself but to Marshall. This is my prince, Marshall thought as held Gumball’s cock with one hand and his ass in the other, my property, my boyfriend, my life... He was going to find a way to be free with his candy bitch if it killed him. “Sorry, honey, just forgot my—“ Cake paused as she walked inside the house. Marshall whipped his head upwards, trying to pull up Gumball’s pants. Gumball whimpered quietly as he ducked his head. If getting caught with Gumball in his house was bad, Marshall thought, this was living hell.

This was worse than that time Fionna thought it would be a good idea to teach the orphans how to properly wield knives, Cake thought as she stared at the half naked prince and the king on top of him. She couldn’t bring herself to move, or turn away. Luckily Fionna had continued home, or this would have been a nightmare. “Viola.” Cake finally finished and grabbed the instrument, then turned and sprinted away.

Sorry for such a short chapter, but I needed to get something out. Fionna and Cake are huge cockblocks, let's face facts. Anyways, leave feedback in the comments and give it a vote!