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They didn’t talk about it, because of course they didn’t. Why would they? If they acknowledged it happened, then they actually had to, you know, acknowledge it happened. And like… that was a whole can of worms Morty couldn’t even fathom opening. What was he even supposed to say? Thank you? Yeah fucking right. Rick would just spew out some nonsense about doing it for the love of the game or something. Or worse, he’d take it as an open invitation to start making jokes on Morty’s behalf. Rick did that a lot, teetering on the line of razzing him and straight up bullying him. And this was one thing he just couldn’t handle being teased about. Because the truth was, Morty had some feelings towards Rick that he sure as hell wasn’t ready to be mocked over. No more than usual, at least. Normally he had a pretty good grip on them, had kept them buried so deep within himself that the off handed ‘joke’ about him and Rick’s relationship typically just rolled off his shoulders. But after becoming intimately familiar with Rick’s mouth and fingers and cock… Morty knew the jokes weren’t going to land the right way. They’d make him blush and squirm and reminisce. And that’s not exactly something he could get away with in front of Rick. So where would that leave him? Eternally shamed? Rickless? Memory wiped?
Morty’s lucky his mind hadn’t been wiped already. He half expected it, to be honest, devastated at the prospect of losing the memory altogether. But Rick had just carried him to the car, cleaned him up (like a fucking baby…or worse, a lover), and wordlessly driven them home. Morty had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, utterly exhausted from the whole ordeal, and woken up in his own bed, memories and penis fully intact. Which was probably for the best, considering how excruciatingly painful his sex change had been to begin with. He couldn’t imagine it would be any easier going in reverse. Thankfully Rick always seemed to sedate him for experimental things like that. Which should bother him, but it didn’t. He was willing to forgive and forget a lot of questionable things when it came to Rick.
But he definitely couldn’t forget being fucked by him. No, Morty had thought about it, then subsequently jerked off to the memory every day since it had happened. Every. Single. Day. For the last two weeks. It wasn’t always the same, his mind was creative like that. Sure, sometimes he thought of the memory in detail, creating a play by play in his head. But other times he let his mind wander. Sometimes he thought of it playing out without the impromptu vagina, where Rick fucked him in the ass instead. Or where Morty had some weird assortment of both male and female parts, and Rick was fine with testing out all the merchandise. Or where he’d been brought home and not given his penis back, because Rick wanted to keep using his pussy as a cum dump. And… just about every other filthy fucked up scenario his mind could conjure, awake or asleep. Because his teenage horniness knew no bounds. Morty was thinking about it all hours of the day and night and jerking off a lot. So sue him. He’d been a chronic masturbater before, there was no reason for him to change because of what had happened. In fact, he should be jerking off even more than usual, in honor of getting his dick back. Which, thankfully, was exactly how he remembered it. Circumcision scar and all. He’s not sure how Rick managed that, didn’t want to draw the curtain too far back, but it was nice to be whole again.
Not that it wasn’t fun to be a chick. Momentarily, of course. He’d meant what he said about not wanting a period, and everything else that came with owning a vagina, but… the experience had been mind blowing. Truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. Morty would never willingly choose to do it again, because the transformation had honestly been that fucking bad, but he’d try anything once. Besides, he enjoyed having a cock. Things were easier that way. Familiar. More enjoyable in the long run.
And as long as he could keep his sick, perverted thoughts under control, everything would be A-Ok. Except… well it had been two weeks already, and things weren’t getting easier. He still thought of Rick, still wanted to jump his bones, still got a half chub every time they were alone in the same room. Thankfully that hadn’t happened all that much in the last two weeks. But that’s only because they weren’t going on adventures anymore. Which normally would have given him crippling anxiety because they’d fucked and now Rick wasn’t taking him on adventures anymore. Except it wasn’t really Rick’s decision. The school had called his parents and let them know that if Morty didn’t get the bare minimum of a C+ on every single one of his finals next week then he wouldn’t be moving on to the next grade. So his Mom had strictly forbidden any adventuring until the first day of Summer vacation. They’d also gotten him a tutor. And some one on one time with his teachers. Not that it mattered. Now more than ever Morty couldn’t focus. All he could think about was the way Rick ate pussy like his life depended on it. The way he moaned like a god damn porn star. The way he gripped Morty’s hips hard enough to bruise, even if he had made sure to heal them along with everything else. The way his cock was just on the right side of too big, and how Morty had been greedy enough to want more. The way he called Morty Baby. And his parents wanted him to do fucking algebra? Be so serious.
Plus, there was the fact that Rick was actually respecting his Mom’s wishes for once. Which, yeah, Morty was glad she was finally getting the respect she deserved. But it literally could not have come at a worse time. And yes, Rick had been better about respecting everyone’s boundaries (minus Morty of course), but even then, Morty half expected to be dragged out of school or study session or bed for an emergency adventure. It’s not like Rick hadn’t done it before, even when he promised Beth he wouldn’t. I-I-It’s an emergency, Morty. Your mom will understand this one. Just- just trust me, Baby.
Ok maybe he wouldn’t call him baby, but Morty had heard the rest verbatim before. He’d also heard Rick call him Baby one too many times in that forest for him to not think about it obsessively. It had been like music to his ears. A fucking rush. Rick could have said Come on, Baby, let me flay the skin off your body and Morty probably would’ve let him. Though to be fair, if Rick wanted to do that anyway he just would. And Morty knew that added an extra layer to the whole wrongness of his feelings for the man. As if the incest wasn’t bad enough. Or the massive age gap. Rick was so toxic as a person that Morty should be running for the hills. Instead he ignored it. Forgive and forget, a Morty’s best quality. Whatever he had to tell himself to stay close to Rick.
As if Morty hadn’t been close enough before. As if their relationship hadn’t been fucked up enough as is. Now Morty was jerking off to the memory of Rick instead of just him in the abstract sense. It was beyond fucked up, he wasn’t delusional about that. And yet… his mind kept bringing him back to how can I get him to do it again? So far he had nothing. Nothing tangible at least. It’s not like he could just ask Rick to fuck him. He couldn’t even believe it had worked the first time. Apparently even with all his modifications, Rick was just a man. A man that wasn’t immune to thinking with his dick sometimes. But without a pussy he couldn’t exactly trick him into helping again. Not that Morty had tricked him the first time. That had been a genuine misunderstanding of words, not that he was complaining about how it had turned out. The point was, it couldn’t work again. Unless…
Morty had thought about it a million times, a million different ways. He had thought of a million openers, a million ways to fall into the conversation, and about a million ways Rick could laugh in his face. In the end none of it mattered because it was Rick who brought it up, not Morty.
They were in Rick’s garage, after a long day of school and study sessions and additional tutoring and Morty was fucking tired. He hated school. He hated tests. He hated math. And Rick refused to help him, despite having the science to whip up something to make Morty smart enough for a day or two. He really, really didn’t want to have to repeat a grade.
“C-come on, Rick. It’s not like I ask for help any other time.” Morty lied. All he did was ask Rick for help with things. Gadgets and gizmos and in more recent weeks orgasms.
“Morty, the only- all you do is ask me for help with things.” Rick said, as if reading Morty’s mind. So, naturally, Morty had to argue. And, naturally, Rick came with receipts. Like the love potion that cronenburged Morty’s original reality, a serious of guns that Morty kept misunderstanding the uses of, the time saving device, the insta-floss, the bedroom cleaner, the bathroom cleaner, the think-it video game which failed so spectacularly that Morty didn't even want to acknowledge its existence.
“I do plenty of things without your help.” Morty interrupted, knowing the list could go on for a lot longer. So what, he asked his inventor Grandpa to invent things for him. Like Summer and Beth hadn’t done the exact same thing. Even Jerry got things here and there, and Rick didn’t even like him.
“Christ, Morty, you couldn’t even c-cum without Grandpa's help.” Rick sneered, voice tinged with mock disbelief.
Morty flushed red hot. His entire body burned with embarrassment. How fucking dare Rick bring it up like that. It’s not even like he had asked for help to begin with! Rick was the one to offer…. Even though that offer had come from a miscommunication on Morty’s part. Still, he hadn’t asked for help on purpose. Morty could never be that blatantly bold.
“F-Fuck you, Rick!” He blurted out, unsure of what else to say.
“Yeah I bet you’d like that, you little freak.” Rick smirked at him and Morty saw red. Of course Rick was going to make fun of him. Of fucking course. The one thing Morty had said he couldn’t handle.
“Gross! That’s not- I didn’t mean it like that.” He said truthfully. He definitely hadn’t meant it like that, but he couldn’t believe Rick had the audacity to stand there and pretend he hadn’t enjoyed himself, too. “A-A-And you liked it, too.”
“Don’t toot your own horn, Morty. You got me to take a big fat nut in your pussy. That’s a natural, biological response.” Rick rolled his eyes dramatically. “What do you want, a pat on the back? Good- great job, Morty. Jerk off to it all you want.”
“I-I didn’t- I’m not- I can’t-” Morty lied through his teeth. He couldn’t tell if Rick was teasing in his unusually cruel way, or if he actually suspected Morty was masturbating to the memory of what they’d done. Oh god, was Rick bugging his bedroom again?
“Oh you can’t? I thought you were such an expert with cock?
What was the point of giving you a fully functioning dick if you weren’t even going to use it?” Rick asked in such a smug voice that Morty could have throttled him. The urge to take that raggedy old bastard down a peg overwhelmed him so suddenly that the words were tumbling out of Morty’s mouth before he could even think them through.
“It’s not.” He lied firmly.
“What?” A hint of doubt crossed his face, there and gone in a flash so fast that it would have been easy to miss if Morty hadn’t been looking for it. Got him.
“Y-yeah. It’s not fully functional. It doesn’t work right.” Morty lied with ease. Fuck Rick and his cocky attitude. He loved making Rick second guess himself, especially when it came to his work. “I, uh, thought I just needed to give it time.”
“Give it time? Morty, it’s been like three weeks!” Rick furrowed his brow further, genuinely looking perplexed. “L-let me see.”
“What? No!” Morty's misplaced pride was gone in an instance, replaced with an overwhelming sense of dread.
“Morty, if your dick doesn’t work I need to know why. You can’t call my work bad and expect me not to fix it. I’m not a hack. Sit.” His tone left absolutely no wiggle room for argument. Morty walked toward him on shaky feet. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Rick, it’s-” He fumbled for an excuse. Unfortunately nothing came to him. Rick sat in the chair, gesturing for Morty to hop up on the table. Like some sort of fucked up Doctor’s office visit. A lying boy and his mad scientist Grandfather. He perched himself on the edge of the table, eyeing the door. Running was useless when it came to Rick. He’d hunt him down in a heartbeat, and then Morty would have no choice but to tell him he lied, and that his dick worked just fine. It wouldn't be hard for Rick to put two and two together and know Morty actually had been jerking off to the memory of them fucking, and lied because he felt too called out. He settled further onto the table, determined to play the lie out as far as he could.
“I would assume you’re peeing just fine, since, you know, you’re not in the hospital. So is it the erections or the ejaculation that’s the problem?” Rick asked, eye turning a robotic shade of orange as he presumably scanned Morty’s innards.
And since Morty hasn’t been able to be in a room alone with Rick without getting a chub for the last two weeks, he figured he can’t get away with saying his erections are the problem. As is, the blood is already starting to flow down just by being under Rick’s watchful eye. Plus they’re sitting so close. And if Rick needs to touch any part of him for some sort of examination, Morty knows he’ll be rock hard in an instant. “Um. Ejaculating, I guess.”
“You guess?” Rick frowned at him, orange eye zooming in on Morty’s crotch. He felt the need to cover himself, but knew it would be useless. Rick’s tech would see through his hands just as easily as if they weren’t there at all. Plus, Morty wasn’t exactly in the mood to be yelled at right now.
“Yeah, I can’t cum, Rick. I-I keep trying and it just doesn’t work.” Morty said, an odd mix of shame and excitement rushing through his veins. Shame at the words themselves. A lie for sure, because he’d been cranking them out at least once daily for the last two weeks since the incident. Plus the words themselves were embarrassing, because Morty still hadn’t mastered the art of dirty talk. Rick had been fucking phenomenal at it in the forest, but Morty could hardly string a sexy sentence together to save his life. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable to make his desires known. And yet… the words were similar enough to what he’d said to Rick in the woods that his cock was already springing to life at the prospect of it all happening again.
Letting it happen once was a mistake. Morty could justify it out of extreme horniness. Everyone made bad choices when they got too horny. But doing it a second time, especially when he was actively trying to trick Rick into it was wrong. It was so fucked up.
“E-everything is where it should be.” Rick said, finally turning his eye scanner off. Somehow his regular piercing blue eyes seemed to analyze Morty more intensely than the scanning feature had. Morty gulped, but held his ground. “Take off your pants.”
“What?” He asked, nervously. And yes he was inactively trying to have sex with Rick again, but he was still nervous, ok? Wanting it more than he wanted air wasn’t enough to negate that fact.
“I need to manually check that everything is connected the right way. There’s- there’s a lot of tubes in the testicles, Morty. Lot of ways to get them kinked and twisted.” Rick told him. And that didn’t sound right to Morty, but it’s not exactly like he was an expert in testicular function, so who was he to argue?
He unzipped his pants, awkwardly shimmying them down his legs along with his underwear. They bunched uncomfortably around his knees, not able to slip down any further because of his shoes. As awkward as it looked, he figured it would be even more weird to remove them completely. Taking his shoes and pants all the way off made him seem too eager. Not that his cock wasn’t doing a good enough job of displaying that fact already. It was pointed straight up, fully erect at the prospect of Rick having to touch it. Because what else could ‘manually check’ mean?
Rick stared at him, unimpressed. Morty could feel the flush spreading across his face. He knew his size and thickness was less than impressive. He was hyper aware of that fact, honestly. And intimately knowing just how big Rick’s cock was wasn’t helping him any. Side by side the difference would be like night and day. Puberty hadn’t been kind or fast for Morty. Still, the embarrassment wasn’t enough to flag his erection. In fact, his cock even had the nerve to leak under Rick’s intense gaze. One dribble of precum welled at the tip before pooling over and running slowly down the underside of his dick.
At least if he blew his load immediately he could use the lie of I haven’t cum in over two weeks as an excuse. Then, mortified at the prospect of not being able to enjoy this to its fullest extent, Morty focused on other things instead. He focused on how cold the table was against his bare ass. On how he hoped Rick had at least wiped the table down with some sort of rag after the last time he’d worked at it, because who knew what sort of contaminants Morty could be picking up like this. He focused on how the garage door wasn’t even locked, and how his entire family could walk in on this moment right here. They’d see him cock out, desperately awaiting his own grandfather's touch. Like some sort of demented pervert. The true black sheep of the family.
Before Morty could spiral further there was a hand on him, gently running its fingertips along his balls. A shiver ran through his entire body at the contact. Luckily Rick didn’t say anything about it, he just continued his journey, gently massaging along Morty’s scrotum. He rubbed the skin softly between his fingers, sending a wave of pleasure straight through Morty. And look, he’d never played with his balls before. Not like this at least. He’d given them a rub here and there, and ultimately decided it wasn’t worth doing again, not when he had a perfectly good penis that was more receptive to his touch. But this? This was different. This was the practiced touch of someone who knew what they were doing. Morty’s dick leaked again, visibly twitching as Rick tugged gently on his balls. Morty gripped the ledge of the table, clinging on for dear life.
He wondered if Rick touched himself like this. Maybe he was so good at it because he had practice. Sure, Rick liked to fuck around, but those hookups were far and few inbetween. Maybe he spent his lonely nights laying on his bed sensually massaging his balls and slowly jerking himself off. The image was so vivid in Morty’s mind that he had to bite back a moan. Thinking of that definitely wasn’t helping any. But neither was the alternative. Maybe Rick got his practice by fondling other men. Morty couldn’t risk entertain the thought of Rick fucking another guy, because if he did, then he knew it would would lead to the thought of well why not me, too? And that was a dangerous line of thinking when he was already cock and balls out for the man.
“Cough for me.” Rick said, interrupting another spiral of ‘what ifs’. He pinched high up on Morty’s testicle the way a doctor would. Morty had done testicular exams regularly at the doctors office before, and they had never touched him like Rick was. Still, he turned his head to the side out of courtesy and let out a cough. Morty wasn’t really sure what the function of that test was, but Rick just nodded before going back to gently caressing Morty’s skin. This time he used both hands to press along the area on either side of Morty’s groin, directly in the junction of his thigh. Morty squirmed, trying and failing to hold in a giggle. Rick must have known it would tickle, because he still said nothing. Just stared at Morty’s balls with a look of total and utter concentration.
Eventually Rick let his hands fall to the side, resting gently on Morty’s thighs. Morty yearned for them instantly. He wanted Rick to keep rolling his balls between his long, nimble fingers. Or better yet, to feel them on his aching dick. Or maybe he could reach back further and finger Morty open. Then Rick could bend him over and fuck him right into the table and… ok, maybe that one was a little excessive with the garage door still boldly unlocked. Besides, Morty was on a hair trigger. With his luck he’d cum before Rick was even fully inside him and unfortunately the prospect of being split in half by that massive fucking cock didn’t seem nearly as appealing if he wasn’t also chasing his own orgasm.
And Morty was totally getting ahead of himself here. He didn’t even know if Rick wanted to have sex with him again. The man certainly didn’t seem interested. Not like he had in the woods when he was crawling after Morty on his hands and knees, pupils blown and cheeks tinged red. His face still wet with Morty’s own juices, but not as wet as the stain on his pants leaking from the tip of his dick where it strained obscenely against his thigh. Maybe Morty was a fool to give up that pussy so quickly.
“Everything feels fine, too. I-I’m just going to have- gonna have to do it myself and see what the problem is, Morty.” Rick told him, reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out an unfamiliar bottle.
“What’s that?” Morty asked.
“It’s biocompatible. Human grade. T-totally safe.” Rick said unconvincingly as he popped the cap and poured a dribble of the clear fluid onto the tip of Morty’s dick.
“I-It’s cold.” Morty hissed, aching dick twitching at the sudden contact. The lube dribbled down the shaft of his dick on both sides, pooling at the bottom.
“Just because I can use it as lube doesn’t mean I keep it warmed just for the occasion.” Rick told him only slightly harshly. Then softer he added, “Didn’t think you’d want me to do this dry.”
Morty’s reply died on his lips as a thumb swiped along his dick, gliding easily through the lube. Rick gently smeared it along his length for a moment before closing his fist around Morty’s cock and pumping. The sound that fell from his lips was embarrassing and totally out of his control. A high pitched moan that sounded almost girly. How fucking humiliating.
“Y-yeah, you like that?” Rick asked, staring intently at Morty’s cock in his hand. Morty stared too, enamored with just how small it looked in the other man’s fist. Normally that would bother him. He didn’t like to be reminded how small he still was. But something about the way Rick’s hand engulfed his length had Morty gripping the edge of the table harder in an attempt to not blow his load then and there.
“Yeah. Feels so good, Rick.” Morty replied. Good was an understatement. This was the best handjob he’d ever gotten. Not that he’d had too many, but still. He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to jack off to the memory of this properly, because no way would his own hand feel as good as Rick’s did.
“Don’t worry, Morty. Grandpa will f-fix your problem.” Rick said, voice taking on that same husky tone it had in the forest. Morty tore his eyes off of where Rick was touching him and stared at the man’s face instead. He was still looking at Morty’s cock, still refused to make eye contact. But Morty didn’t need him to. They were close enough that he could see the hazy look in Rick’s eyes and the slight flush to his cheeks. And somewhere beneath the wet slicking sounds of his own grandfather jacking him off, Morty could hear the other man’s heavy breaths. Rick was turned on. Morty’s thighs trembled, the sudden realization pushing him to the brink.
He didn’t even get a chance to warn Rick before his orgasm tore through him, white hot like lightning. Morty practically folded in on himself, nearly bumping heads with Rick as ropes of cum spurted from his dick. And even though his orgasm had taken him by surprise, Rick must have sensed it coming because he had aimed Morty’s cock back at himself, resulting in the mess coating Morty’s shirt instead of Rick’s. Rick milked him through it, waiting until Morty squirmed with overstimulation before he removed his hand.
A hand that was covered in cum. Morty stared at it, mesmerized. That was his cum on Rick’s hand. His mess. Rick had let him do that. And based on the way they were both staring at it in awe, Rick must like it, too. Without a second thought as to what the lube was actually made out of, or if ‘biocompatible’ and ‘human grade’ meant it was edible or not, Morty grabbed Rick’s hand and pulled it to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and lapped at his own semen, noting the bitter tang wasn’t all that bad. Neither was the taste of the lube, which he had only been slightly worried was toxic. And underneath it all was the taste of Rick’s flesh. Warm, clean skin.
Rick groaned, sounding almost pained. Morty sucked two long fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around them softly. He glanced up, pleased to see Rick’s eyes finally on him. Electric blue eyes bore into him, looking almost feral with desire.
“Fuck, Morty.” Rick moaned, again sounding like he was in some sort of asmr porno. Morty’s dick tingled, but continued to soften anyway. He was young and this was hot, but his body still had limits. Rick’s other hand flew under the table to palm himself. And as sexy as it would be to watch Rick jerk off, Morty had another idea.
He let the fingers pop out of his mouth once he was sure they were thoroughly clean. Then he was pushing Rick's chair back and slid onto the floor between the man’s knees. Rick stared down at him with wide eyes, but said nothing. He simply spread his legs wider to make more room for Morty.
Morty reached up with trembling fingers, fumbling to undo the man’s belt. Rick didn’t help. Eventually he got it, and thankfully Rick took the hint to lift his ass off the seat when Morty tugged his clothes down. Morty stared at the fat cock before him. Thick and hard, hanging to the side rather than straight up like Morty’s had been, due to age or maybe the sheer mass of the thing. Nestled in a patch of silvery blue pubic hair. Morty gulped.
His eyes flicked up to Rick’s nervously. As badly as he wanted to suck him off, Morty hadn’t actually ever done this before. He knew he wouldn’t be any good at it. But was Rick expecting him to be? Surely he must know this is a first. Was he supposed to warn Rick, or just try and hope for the best? A hand ran through his hair, gently pushing him downward. Morty took the hint and ran with the false sense of confidence it gave him.
He placed one gentle kiss to the tip before darting his tongue out and giving it a tiny kitten lick. It was warm and tasted like skin, just like Rick’s hand had. Morty grabbed the shaft, pulling it toward his mouth. Rick moaned softly as Morty took him into his mouth. Just a little at first, because that’s all that would fit. He swirled his tongue around the head, enjoying the feel. Then, Morty bobbed his head, taking Rick in a little deeper. The hand in his hair tightened.
“T-That’s it, Baby.” Rick groaned as Morty clumsily tried to jerk off the lower half of his cock that wouldn’t fit into his mouth. “Suck Grandpa’s dick.”
Rick pushed his hips up, fucking into Morty’s mouth deep enough to make him gag. Morty pulled off with a wet hack, eyes watering at the sudden intrusion. He barely let himself catch his breath before diving back onto Rick’s cock with a wet squelch. A second hand fisted through his hair, helping to guide Morty’s motions, careful as to not gag him this time.
“Your mouth feels so g-good, Morty. So perfect. Like you were- like you were made for this, Baby. Fuck. Fuck.” Rick fucked himself up into Morty’s mouth again, using the leverage he had on the boys head to push him in deeper. Morty gagged again, unable to pull himself off. Tears welled in his eyes and he glanced up at Rick, surprised to see him staring back down. His face was flushed pink, bottom lip slightly red and puffy where he’d clearly been biting at it, blue eyes so dark with desire that they seemed almost black. “God, Morty, keep-keep looking at me. You have such pretty eyes. Such a pretty mouth. And a pretty little cock. My pretty boy.”
Rick fucked into Morty’s mouth faster, but thankfully not as deep. Maybe he was showing mercy, or maybe he just didn’t want to risk being puked on. Either way, Morty tampered down his gag reflex with all his might. He focused on Rick’s words instead. Letting them fill his cock and his heart with all sorts of tingly feelings. Rick had never called him pretty before. And having a pretty little cock had never sounded so appealing as it had when it was coming from Rick.
“Yeah, Baby, just like that. You’re so perfect I don’t know if I want to cum in you or on you.” Rick told him, voice dropping an octave. The grip on Morty’s hair tightened painfully, and he wondered if that meant the man was getting close. He wouldn’t complain either way, but Rick’s cock was so big that it was starting to make Morty’s jaw ache. Rick thrust in deeper, sending a fresh wave of tears to Morty’s eyes. He let them flow out, barely even trying to blink them away. His vision was blurry, but he still kept his eyes locked on Rick’s as he pushed himself even further onto the man’s cock, nose just barely brushing against blue pubes. Morty’s throat spasmed around the massive intrusion, fluttering uncomfortably.
Finally Rick snapped, hot semen spurting directly down Morty’s throat. Morty gagged again, stronger this time. He desperately tried to push himself off, but Rick’s hands in his hair kept him firmly locked in place. He retched and flailed and Rick was still cumming. The seconds felt eternal, but finally Rick let him go. Morty pulled off with a sharp, gasping breath.
“What the fuck, Rick?” Morty asked in a hoarse voice he hardly recognized as his own. He pawed at his face, swiping away the tears and the drool. Morty knew he must look like a mess, he certainly felt like it anyway. And yet Rick was still staring at him like he had been with his dick buried down Morty’s throat. A curious look. Like he was something… precious.
“Sorry, Morty. G-Got a little carried away.” Rick said, surprising Morty again. The day I apologize will be the day I truly mean it. Huh. Well how about that.
“It’s- um- it’s alright.” Morty replied, slumping forward with a sigh. He rested his head against Rick’s thigh, pointedly not looking at the softening cock next to his face.
Long, nimble fingers ran through his hair again, softly petting in the areas they had been pulling at before. Morty sighed again, content to enjoy the afterglow for as long as he could. No doubt he’d have to pull himself away and clean up soon, there’s only so long they could risk staying like this with the garage door unlocked. Frankly, they’d pushed the limits too far already. But he knew as soon as he moved away the spell would be broken, and he’d have to face the consequences of what they’d done. Once is a mistake. Twice is a choice. This time they would have to talk about it, and Morty was terrified of what that conversation would hold. So for now, he nuzzled himself harder against Rick’s thigh, content with the scraps of affection being thrown his way.