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"Worldender is back, and this time he's out to end more than worlds. We have reason to believe his stronghold is located on-"
"My balls."
"Rick!"
Rick rolled his eyes and crossed his legs on the flashy hero table. Supernova sneered and used her powers to put Rick's feet on the ground. "Feet off the table, Rick."
Scoffing, Rick retorted, "Oh, what? Million Ants can be a literal pile of bugs on the table but fuck me if my shoes are on it?"
"Rick!" Morty snapped, making Rick obnoxiously exhale.
"If I may continue?" Supernova scowled.
Morty chuckled nervously, standing up out of his chair and pulling Rick's arm. "U-uh, l-let me have a second with Rick." Morty pulled Rick out of the conference room, leading him down a few hallways until they were alone.
"What the fuck, Rick?" Morty asked, glaring at Rick when he rolled his eyes.
"Morty, the rules of your Morty Card is every ten adventures, you pick one, and I go along with it. Nowhere does it state that I have to be 'respectful' or 'helpful' to the douches we cross paths with," Rick explained.
"R-Rick, you better- you better be nice when w-we go back in there, or I-I-I'll-"
"You'll whaUURGHt, Morty? You'll what? You'll tell your gay little hero squad to beat me up?"
Morty's face flushed red with anger. "I-I'm warning you, Rick! B-Be nice or else."
Rick snorted. "I'm not scared of you or your empty threats, MoAUUGHtry."
Rick sipped from his flask, ignoring Morty's cries of 'I'm not kidding, Rick!' and 'This is your final warning!'
"Nice of you two to finally join us," Supernova commented as the two walked back into the room.
Morty blushed and stared at the floor. "S-sorry! Uh, you can continue."
Supernova frowned. "As I was saying before, we believe his stronghold is located on The Terraneous System. Once in range, Million Ants will scan for pheromone activity, which should lead us to the location of the base."
"Right, right, that's Million Ants. Kinda hard to see all the ants from far away, I keep thiUURGHnking this guy is fucking- fucking wiggly turd man," Rick belched, taking another long swig from his flask. Staring at it with an annoyed expression when he realized he drank everything in it.
"Rick," Morty whispered, "I told you to stop!"
"And I told you you're empty threats mean jack-shit to me," Rick whispered back.
"That was the final straw, Rick," Morty said, turning back to the rest of the Vindicators with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"Rick, you have something to add to the briefing?" Supernova asked.
"Uh, yeah, just a few more design n-" Rick froze when he felt a small hand resting on his thigh.
The Vindicators stared at him, waiting for his snide remark, while Morty looked at him with a quirked eyebrow and an innocent expression.
"A- A few design notes. This guy, the, uh, the, uh-" Rick trailed off again before he could make a rude comment about Crocubot. Morty's hand was sliding up and down his thigh lightly.
"I am Crocubot."
"R-Right... Right- Crocubot... So you- you're half cold, unfeeling reptile, half also cold, equally unfeeling m-machine?" Rick smirked. He forced out a laugh when Morty's hand trailed dangerously close to his junk.
Rick was sure Morty was just fucking with him. He wasn't going to actually jerk him off under the table in front of his... heroes.
"Yes," Crocobot responded.
Rick forced out another laugh. "W-Wow. So, you- your origin i-is what? Y-You fell into a vat- a vat of r-redundancy?"
In the background, Noob Noob walked past with his broom, laughing, saying, "God damn!"
While Supernova was distracted for a moment speaking to Noob Noob about interrupting their briefing, Rick grabbed the arm that was on his thigh and pulled Morty closer to him. "What the fuck are you doing?" Rick hissed, narrowing his eyes when Morty tilted his head and looked like a confused puppy.
"What- What do you mean, R-Rick? I'm not doing anything!" Morty said, mischief gleaming in his eyes.
"Ahem." Supernova cleared her throat, causing Rick to roll his eyes. Rick let go of Morty's arm and crossed his arms on the table, wishing this meeting was over so he could go refill his flask.
"I anticipate sophisticated security measures, Rick. I trust you can be of service there?"
Rick shot Morty a quick glance before answering. "Well, let me check my list of powers and weaknesses. Ability to do anything, but only whenever I want. Yeah, that sounds like a job for me."
Alan Rails' frown grew deeper. Looking at Supernova, he said, "I wish he had the ability to check his attitude."
Rick smirked. The Vindicators made it too easy to fuck with them. How Morty looked up to these losers, Rick could never guess.
"Alan Rails, ladies and gentlemen. After his parent's tragic death in a railroad accident, he gained the power to summon ghost trains. It's not all bad though, they were spared having to see their grown son wear a-" Rick choked, digging his nails into the skin of his arm.
Morty didn't even tease him this time, full-on grabbing his clothed cock. When Rick finally shut up, Morty carefully unbuttoned Rick's pants and slowly rubbed his semi-hard dick. Rick hissed and threw his head back, gritting his teeth at how smug Morty must look right now.
"Uhm... are you... alright, Rick?" Supernova asked. It wasn't that she cared, she just needed Rick to be conscious to disarm the security.
"O-Oh, he's fine. He must've had- had t-too much to drink," Morty said, smiling as Rick flipped the Vindicators off, causing Morty to squeeze his dick harder.
Rick groaned, weakly muttering, "Shut the fuck up, Morty."
Then, the fucking cherry on top of Rick's shit sundae, Vance Maximus flew in.
"Sorry I'm late," Vance said, charming smirking. "It was happy hour."
Everyone, except for Rick, clapped and laughed, making Rick pick his head up in annoyance. "I was also late because of my drinking and mentioned it to zero applause."
Morty irritatedly exhaled. He tugged down Rick's boxers, freeing his throbbing cock. Rick choked on a gasp, covering his red face with his hand to stifle his groans.
Morty's finger gently traced circles on the tip of Rick's cock, spreading the precum that was dripping out. Rick dug his nails into his fists. Morty smirked to himself before he took Rick's length fully out of his boxers and started stroking. Rick coughed loudly, disguising the moan that almost slipped out.
Vance smiled in Morty's direction. "Hey! Morty, right?" Vance asked, shooting Morty his signature smirk. Morty barely acknowledged his presence, too focused on the fact that he was jerking his grandfather off under the table, and Rick wasn't stopping him.
Morty swallowed and turned to Vance, giving him an obviously fake smile. "Woah, yeah!"
Vance didn't seem to understand how forced Morty's response sounded. He winked and said, "I never forget a kid! Hah, now what do you say, Vindicators? Let's make this three for three!"
Rick and Morty both froze at that, while the rest of the crew laughed and cheered.
"Did he say three for three?"
"Did he say he never forgets a kid?"
"You-You mean two for two, right... Vance?" Morty asked, the hand on Rick's dick slowed down, making the older man feel disgusting inside for wishing Morty hadn't stopped.
The Vindicators shared awkward glances, their silence was enough of an answer. Morty clenched the hand holding Rick's dick tightly, making Rick choke on air. Morty wasn't even bothering to be discreet anymore. He stroked Rick's cock like it was the last dick he'd ever touch in his life.
He played with the tip between his fingers, not caring how rough he was being.
Morty was fucking pissed.
Rick's face turned a deep red and he dropped his head against the table, covering it with his arms. Morty was staring at the table with a determined, angry look in his eyes as he tugged on Rick as hard as he could.
When Rick let out a pained noise, it was almost as if Morty could sense when he was about to come because right as he neared the end, Morty took his hand away.
Rick snapped up, staring at Morty with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Morty simply stared forwards, not bothering to look Rick in the eyes.
Supernova coughed awkwardly. "Perhaps... you two should be going to your rooms. It's been a long day of planning, and we have a big day tomorrow."
On the walk to the room, Morty didn't look or talk to Rick once. He stared at his phone, reading articles about the last Vindicators mission that he and Rick weren't invited to. He didn't know what to say. First, he was pissed that they missed out on Vindicators two because Rick was such an ass that the other Vindicators didn't want them around. And second, he had just jerked Rick, his grandfather, off. There wasn't really a non-awkward way to start talking after that.
Also, Morty was pretty sure if he even looked at Rick right now, he'd push him down on the floor and ride him until he couldn't hold himself up anymore. During the briefing, Morty had watched as Rick's face contorted with pleasure, he watched the way Rick hid his moans, and he watched as a deep blush had spread across Rick's face. Those sights were probably the only thing Morty would be able to think about when he was masturbating. Honestly, he expected Rick to murder him once they got in the room for not finishing him off.
Finally, after a silent five-minute walk, they reached the room. Rick walked in and sat on the edge of one of the two beds, staring intensely at Morty with an unreadable look in his eyes.
Nervously, Morty stood in the door frame. He didn't know what would happen if he walked in there. Would Rick slit his throat? Would Rick push him onto his knees and make him finish what he started. Morty tried, he really did, to not find the second idea appealing, but it didn't work. The thought of Rick forcing him on his knees and making him suck his cock until he choked was making the boner in Morty's pants even harder.
Swallowing, Morty stepped into the room. He walked over to his bed, speed-walking past Rick's. Though Morty tried to walk quickly past Rick, he wasn't fast enough. Rick stuck out his arm and grabbed Morty's hand, making Morty let out a surprised squeak. Rick pulled Morty in front of him, gripping his arm so he couldn't run.
While sitting on the bed, he was almost exactly as tall as Morty, maybe an inch or two taller. "Morty," Rick spoke, his cold tone sending chills down Morty's spine. The ways Rick said his name never failed to make Morty shiver. "I want you to tell me what the fuck happened in there."
Morty's face took on an innocent expression. "What are you talking about, Rick?"
Rick's lips curled into a sneer. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, dipshit."
Morty blushed, yanking his hand free and crossing his arms. "I told you to be nice or else. That- that was t-the or else!"
Rick's jaw dropped. "Morty, giving your grandfather a handjob in a room full of people is not an or else!"
"You were being a dick!" Morty angrily retorted. "You're always a dick around them! They did a Vindicators two without us, Rick! You don't think that's embarrassing? That the Vindicators hate you so much that they would rather lose three other Vindicators just so they wouldn't have to invite us?" Rick opened his mouth to speak but Morty wasn't done. "No! Shut up! I know what you're going to say! You're going to say how you can defeat aliens five times as powerful as the Vindicators, but this is different, Rick. You- You know why? Because they're heroes!"
"Oh, please, they just call themselves heroes so they can-"
"I'm calling them that! They're my heroes, Rick. Mine!"
Morty's hateful glare softened when he saw the briefest flash of hurt in Rick's eyes. "Rick- I-"
"Whatever. If your precious Vindicators are so great, why don't you go on adventures with them? Won't that be fun, Morty? Running around the universe like the freak version of Scooby-Fucking-Doo solving the mystery of how their heads got shoved so far up their asses. I can take the Worldender, stupid fucking name by the way, out in seconds, but no, why do something easy like shooting the guy when you can just chase him around the universe for years and still never fucking defeat him?" Rick was breathing heavily, red-faced and glaring at Morty, seconds later realizing how much he unintentionally spilled out.
"Holy shit," Morty whispered, his eyes widening and a smug smile forming on his face. "Holy shit, you're jealous."
Rick narrowed his eyes. "I'm not fucking jealous."
"You're jealous of the Vindicators because you think I like them more than I like you!" Morty smiled. It was sort of funny for him to think that Rick hated the Vindicators for such a ridiculous reason.
Rick furrowed his brow and clenched his jaw. "You think I give a shit about that, Morty? You can like whoever the fuck you want. I don't care who you look up to or who you like. You can go suck Vance fucking Maximus' dick and choke on a million fucking ants. for all I care." Morty's smug grin grew.
Rick clenched his fists at Morty's smile. "Morty, I think you're doing that smirky face because you're misinterpreting my responses. I am not being coy about some hidden need to be your number one. I think the Vindicators are stupid wastes of time, and you could be doing things that are so much more important."
Morty laughed, moving over to sit next to Rick on the edge of the bed. "It-it's okay, Rick. The Vindicators are c-cool and all, b-but even though you're an alcoholic, a bitch, and you're a dick half the time... you're still my hero, Rick."
Morty watched in awe as Rick's cheeks turned a deep red. Normally, he was the one always flustered and nervous around Rick. It was nice to see it the other way around for once.
"Morty..." Rick finally said after a moment of silence that felt like an hour to Morty. "You're fucking killing me."
"Rick? Wh-"
Rick grabbed the collar of Morty's shirt, slamming the boy into a rough kiss. Morty's eyes snapped open and he made a noise of surprise. The hand on Morty's shirt gripped the fabric tighter as Morty slowly moved his lips against Rick's.
Morty's eyes fluttered closed as Rick's warm, calloused hand reached up and held his burning cheek. Morty bit back a whine when Rick's lips were pulled from his. "Say it again," Rick whispered against Morty's lips, idly brushing his thumb on Morty's cheek.
"S-Say what?" Morty asked, leaning into Rick's touch.
Rick gritted his teeth, staring at Morty with a dangerous look in his eyes. "Tell me I'm your hero," Rick hissed, roughly pushing his lips back against Morty's. Morty eagerly parted his lips when Rick's tongue gently grazed his bottom lip. Their kissing became more rough and heated as Morty moaned at the bitter taste of alcohol on Rick's tongue. It was messy, and the alcohol made him cringe, but the fact that it was so Rick made him crave more.
Rick pulled back, giving Morty a chance to breathe. "You- You're my- h-hero," Morty whispers.
Rick groans lowly. "Again," He whispered huskily. The sickening smell of cheap booze made Morty's head fuzzy.
"You're my hero, Rick." Morty stared at Rick with a loving look in his eyes, making Rick's stomach tie into knots with feelings he wasn't ready to address yet. He shouldn't love this. He shouldn't want Morty to look up to him, to call him his hero. He wasn't deserving of being anyone's hero. It was the way Morty said it, though. Saying it like he believed it, like he truly did see Rick as a hero to look up to, it made Rick sick with emotions he never thought he would be brought back up.
Rick's eyes filled with tears as he looked down at his grandson. He rested his forehead against Morty's, slowly letting go of a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "God, I- I fuckin'- fucking hate you, Morty..." Rick said, but Morty knows Rick and can hear there is no hate behind his voice.
Rick blinked back the tears threatening to slip out as Morty just smiled. "I know, Rick," Morty breathed out, reaching his hand up to grab the one Rick had been caressing his cheek with.
"You have no idea how much I hate you, Morty. How much I-... I want to fucking kiss you right now," Rick muttered, closing his eyes as he realized how... nice it felt to be close to someone like this.
"Then kiss me," Morty said.
When Rick didn't respond, Morty picked his head up and lightly pressed his lips to Rick's. Morty gently smiled, slowly moving his lips rhythmically as if he was in a trance. "You were so hot in there, Rick," Morty said softly, taking Rick's hand and leading it to his crotch.
Rick sucked in a breath, and Morty bit back a moan. "I need you, Rick," Morty whispered, and it was music to Rick's ears.
Rick took a few seconds to really think about what was happening. Morty was only fourteen, so were his actions truly consensual? Morty did want it, and who was Rick to deny his grandson what he wanted? He knew he'd feel like shit the next morning, but for now, why not indulge?
Rick put on a big show of looking lost in thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm not sure I want to, Morty," Rick said, smirking at the way Morty pouted. "If I remember correctly, you didn't let me cum earlier."
Morty pouted as a blush spread itself across his cheeks. "I- I was mad at you! I'm- I'm sorry-"
"Hm, are you really sorry?" Rick asked, lightly tracing circles over Morty's clothed cock.
"Yes..." Morty moaned, thrusting his hips up for even a little friction.
Rick's smirk grew as he stood up, discarding his pants and boxers, before sitting back down, this time, in the middle of the bed. "Then why don't you strip down and show Grandpa how sorry you are by letting him play with your cute little body?"
Morty blushed, enthusiastically jumping off the bed and out of his clothes. He hesitated over his boxers before he caught Rick staring at him with a hungry look in his eyes like he was a five-star meal. Slowly, Morty stepped out of his boxers and kicked them off to the side, biting his lip and lying down next to Rick.
Rick felt disgusted with himself as he took in Morty's body. All the baby fat he still had, the scars on his body Rick had caused by dragging him on deadly adventures, his thin, small frame. Rick briefly wondered if his cock would break the small boy. Rick's eyes followed a long scar across Morty's stomach from when a gromflomite tried to stab him. Rick shot the gromflomite before he could stab Morty, but when the alien fell, the knife scraped over Morty's abdomen, not enough to damage his internal organs, but it still left a nasty scar that Rick hated himself for every day.
Without thinking, his hand reached out and lightly traced along the scar with the tips of his fingers, making Morty shudder and whimper softly. "D-Don't... It- it's ugly-" Morty protested. A blush made its way across Morty's cheeks and even to the tips of ears at how gently Rick was touching him.
"It's not ugly, baby," Rick mumbled, softly pressing his lips to the scar, causing Morty to whine. "You could never be ugly."
"Please-" Morty breathed. Rick raised an eyebrow.
"What do you want me to do, sweetheart? Just ask, and I'll do anything you need."
Morty moaned loudly at that. "T-Touch- me... Ple-please-"
Rick traced over a scar on Morty's chest, right above his nipple. "I am touching you," The cocky bastard replied.
Morty's cock jerked when Rick lightly brushed his nipple with his index finger. "M-my- my d-d-dick, you- you asshole-" Morty hissed, gasping in pleasure when Rick pinched his nipple roughly.
Rick smirked. "If I were you, I'd watch that sexy fucking mouth of yours. Maybe I'll leave you here without letting you cum." Rick pulled his hands away and started to stroke his cock, making Morty whine pathetically.
"No!" Morty sobbed, fresh tears welling up in his eyes as he sat up and stared pleadingly at Rick.
"You want my cock, baby?" Rick asked, trailing his finger slowly down his length, smirking as he saw Morty watching the movement with rapt attention.
"P-please- so- so badly, Rick-" Morty said, staring at Rick's cock with a stupid expression on his face.
"Beg."
Morty's lips parted and the blush on his face darkened. Rick's single-word answer was enough to make Morty painfully aware of how little attention his dick was getting. Morty reached down to stroke it and was genuinely surprised, and sort of suspicious, when Rick didn't stop him.
Rick saw Morty's hand reached down and inwardly smirked. The little idiot was just making this better for Rick. Rick loved fucking stupid sluts after they orgasm. It just makes them more sensitive and louder. Rick bit his tongue at the thought of Morty screaming his name right before his second orgasm. He needed to be in this boy now.
"Please..." Morty whimpered, making Rick sadistically chuckle.
"Come on, Morty. I know you can beg better than that."
Morty moaned. "I- P-p-please- R-Rick- I can't- I need y-you to fuck me- I- I need it-"
Rick stroked his cock faster, taking in the sight of a red-faced, desperate Morty. "How bad do you need it?" Rick panted. Morty's quiet whimpers and soft begs of 'please' were clouding his mind, making it impossible for Rick to think of anything else but Morty.
"So b-bad, Rick. So- so fucking bad," Morty whispered, his hand on his cock gradually speeding up, nearly tipping him over the edge.
Rick smirked, reaching out his hand and pinching Morty's nipple, making the boy sob. "Tell me more," He said. It was more a command than a statement, and Morty knew it.
"I- I- I need you- R-Rick! I n-need your hands- you're- your dick- Fuuuuck- I need you- your mouth- t-to talk to me- please- tell me w-what you- you want t-t-to do t-to me-" Morty cried out. He was so tantalizingly close.
Rick pinched Morty's other nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. "Oh? You want me to do the talking?"
Morty sobbed at Rick's abuse on his nipples. Rick noticed how sensitive they were, doubling down on how hard he was pinching and rolling them. "Ye- yes-!" Morty screamed, the pleasure making his toes curl.
"Okay, baby. What should I start with? How badly I want to shove my cock so far up your tight little ass you can feel it in your stomach? Or maybe you want to hear how hard it is right now for me to not push you on the ground and eat your little ass out until you're a sobbing fucking mess on the floor. Or, should I tell you how much I want to play with those slutty nipples of yours and make you cum from that alone? Fuck, wanna take you in the garage, show you things you've never fucking seen before, Morty. You think you can handle all that?"
"R-Rick-" Morty cried out. Rick's words were almost too much, making Morty's entire body burn. His eyes squeezed shut and his hand quickened its pace as he imagined Rick doing those things to him.
"You close, baby?"
"Yes-!"
Rick rolled Morty's nipple roughly. Rick brought his mouth to the other one, relishing in the way Morty's moans and cries became louder. He took Morty's nipple in his mouth and sucked on the abused bud.
Hard.
Morty screamed louder, jerking himself off faster. He was right... there-...
It was when Rick's teeth lightly grazed his nipple, that Morty lost his control. A warm feeling erupted in his stomach as he called out Rick's name like a prayer, shooting his load all over his hand and parts of his lower stomach. Morty whimpered, writhing on the bed and trembling under Rick's skillful touch. Rick gave Morty's nipples one last rough pinch before taking his hands and mouth away, watching as Morty fell on his back, out of breath.
Rick smirked down at Morty, pushing the boy's legs apart. "R-Riiick..." Morty whined, trying to close his legs.
Rick held his legs apart, making Morty's face flush even more. Like this, Rick had the perfect view of Morty's hole. "You d-didn't think we were done, did you, baby?"
The shocked look on Morty's face answered Rick's question. He walked over to his lab coat and reached in a pocket for a bottle of lube. "C'mon, Morty. You didn't really think we were done? You thought you were going to get away with getting me all- all hot and bothered and not letting me cum again?" Rick's eyes narrowed playfully at Morty, who was looking at Rick with clear nervousness in his eyes.
Morty eyed the bottle of lube in Rick's hands, watching as Rick squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. Rick knew that much lube was unnecessary and overly messy, but Morty looked like he was about to shit himself so Rick thought it would be more comforting to put extra.
"O-Oh-" Morty lowly groaned as the tip of Rick's finger circled his rim. "R-Rick- I'm- I don't k-know if I can ta-take-" Morty's low groans turned into high-pitched moans as the first finger easily slipped inside.
Rick rose a brow, a smug smirk forming on his face. "That- that finger just slipped right i-in, Morty. You been- you been practicing?"
Morty rapidly nodded. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood when the second finger slid in. "O-oh- Oh, God, Rick-" Morty cried out. The feeling of Rick's long fingers against Morty's velvety walls were making the younger boy lightheaded. Rick smirked as he found Morty's prostate with practiced ease. Morty choked on a sob as Rick's finger abused his prostate, hitting it with every deep thrust.
"M-My- My fingers n-never- can never r-reach this de-deep-!" Morty's voice rose a few octaves as screamed when Rick forced a third finger in, moving them inside of Morty forcefully. Rick's free hand went back up and tweaked Morty's nipples, making fresh tears well in his eyes and promptly stream down Morty's face. The pleasure was almost too much for him to handle.
"You- you think about Grandpa's fingers when you're fucking that pretty little hole, baby?" Rick asked. Morty's loud, screaming moan was enough of an answer. Rick tugged hard on one of Morty's nipples, squeezing the pink bud with his index finger and thumb. The shriek Morty let out sent waves of pleasure through Rick's body.
"R-Rick- I'm ready. I- I want it in me..." Morty whimpered when the pulling and pinching on his nipples stopped.
"Alright, baby." Rick pulled his fingers out, chuckling at the low whine Morty emitted. "How do you want to do this? You want me to fuck you on your back? Your stomach?"
Morty blushed, looking to the side. "I- I want to ride you," He whispered as if he didn't want anyone else to hear it. Rick lied down on his back, watching Morty with lustful interest as his grandson shakily picked himself up. Morty grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed a bit more than half the bottle onto Rick's cock.
"I think there's enough lube, Morty," Rick commented, making Morty blush and narrow his eyes.
"W-well, when you're the one taking a- a monster dick up the ass, you can decide how much lube you want."
Rick snickered, grabbing Morty's hips as he angled them over his cock. Slowly, Morty lowered himself until the tip pushed through his ring of tight muscles. Rick was amazed. Despite the thorough prep, Morty's ass was still tight like a goddamn vice. It felt incredible. At that point, Rick couldn't even remember why he was disgusted with himself. The only thing on his mind now is trying to keep enough control to not slam Morty's hips down.
"Holy- holy motherfucking shit," Rick breathed, eyes transfixed on the way Morty's face contorted with pleasure.
"Oh my God-" Morty moaned, his tight ass clenching down impossibly hard on the head, making Rick hiss. Rick's fingers dug into Morty's waist as if keeping him there. He was trying as hard as he possibly could to not hurt his grandson, but every bone in his body was practically screaming at him to fuck.
Morty's hands found themselves on Rick's chest, idly toying with Rick's nipples. "T-Think- think you can go any further, b-baby?" Rick forced out. Morty's hands were soft and warm against his chest. Rick couldn't help but notice how little they were, too. A shiver went down Rick's spine as he imagined those tiny hands on his dick again.
Carefully, Morty forced himself to take Rick deeper. He got halfway before he erupted into another fit of loud moans and pleasured whimpers. "You- you're- s-such a- a good boy, M-Morty- So- so fucking good for Grandpa, b-baby-..." Rick moaned, fingernails digging small crescent shapes into Morty's hips. Shapes that Rick knows Morty will find tomorrow, the thought only making him harder.
Morty made a strangled sound, somewhere between a hiccup and a choke. Rick brought his left hand from Morty's hip and began to stroke Morty's drooling cock, making the boy cry out. "Baby- baby- I can't- I can't wait any longer-" Rick forced out, his grip tightening on Morty's hip. The hand on Morty's cock gained speed as Rick thrust up, burying his entire cock in Morty's warm, delicious ass. The scream Morty let out was possibly the greatest sound Rick had ever heard come from Morty's lips.
The way Morty's lips parted into a perfect 'o', the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head as the hands on Rick's chest dug their blunt fingernails into Rick's skin, the way Morty's entire body flushed from head to toe, spasming and shaking as Rick stuffed him full, it was perfect. Mesmerizingly perfect. Rick swore right then and there that he had never seen a prettier sight.
"Ohmygod," Morty said in a rushed whisper. "You- you're inside of me-..."
Rick clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut. "I am, baby," He moaned. Feeling a small burst of confidence, Morty rolled his hips, watching lustfully as Rick snapped his eyes open and groaned loudly.
"Fuuuuck-" He groaned. Rick, despite Morty's whimpers of protest, took his hand off Morty's cock and brought it back to his hip. "B-Baby, w-want to do- do Grandpa a favor?" Rick asked. Morty moaned. "Roll- roll y-you hips again, baby, okay?"
Morty cried out as he thrust his hips forward. He knew Rick's cock was big, but inside him, it felt even bigger. "Holy- Goddamn M-Morty- You're so fucking ti-tight-" Rick moaned. He forgot all about being gentle when Morty squeezed his hole around him, losing control and fucking into Morty like it was the last time he'll ever have sex.
"Please-" Morty sobbed. "Harder, R-Rick-! Oh, God, please- don't stop-!"
Rick was fucking Morty, something Morty was honestly having a hard time believing. This had to be a dream. There was no way Rick was actually doing this to him. Any second now he'll wake up, in his bed, only to have the real Rick pull him off into some crazy adventure that will almost get them killed.
Morty tried to convince himself it was just a dream to lower his hopes that Rick was really doing this, but every rough, forceful thrust of Rick's cock to Morty's prostate felt too good, too real, to be a dream.
"Ohmygod- Rick-!" Morty cried then choked on a gasp when Rick's hand snaked down to his stretched rim and rubbed where they were connected. Morty's jaw dropped in a silent scream, cock throbbing as Rick's filthy words reached his ears.
"- damn good, so damn good, Morty, fuck. You- you feel that, baby? That- that's Grandpa's biiiig cock stretching your tiny fucking hole. Y-you like that? You fucking like that, M-Morty?" Rick moaned when Morty twitched on his cock.
"So much, R-Rick-" Morty cried, fat globs of tears pouring down his face. He had never felt this horny in his life.
"You gonna- gonna cum on my cock, M- baby?"
"Y-Ye-Yes-!"
Rick thrust harder, hitting Morty's prostate every time with ease. He could feel himself getting close, and by the way Morty's moans and sobs grew, Rick knew Morty was close too.
"Morty," Rick hissed, staring up at the beautiful boy on his lap with a look of admiration that made Morty blush like a virgin. Rick swallowed, taking a deep breath. "Call me your hero again."
Morty gasped at a particularly hard thrust, squeezing impossibly hard around Rick. "You- you're my- my hero, Rick-!" Morty moaned as Rick roughly pushed Morty onto his back. Rick grabbed Morty's milky thighs and pushed them apart before shoving himself back inside Morty. This position allowed Rick to fuck Morty harder, which caused Morty to let out an earsplitting scream.
"Yeah, I fucking am!" Rick snarled, fucking into Morty like a wild animal in heat. "Again."
"You're my hero- fuck!- Rick, y-you're my hero-!"
"You think anyone else can fuck you like I am, Morty?" Rick growled, taking Morty's aching cock into his hand. Morty sobbed breathlessly. "You think those fucking Vindicators can fuck you like I am? Huh, Morty? You think they- anyone can?"
"No- No- Oh- F-fuck- no-!"
Rick delivered one more sharp, targeted thrust to Morty's prostate, making the younger boy scream out Rick's name as he came all over Rick's hand. Rick lasted a few more seconds around Morty's spasming hole before cumming deep into Morty's trembling body. "R-Rick..." Morty whispered hoarsely, his throat raw from all the screaming and crying.
"God, you're so fuck-fucking beautiful..." Rick murmured, bringing his head down to place a light kiss on Morty's flushed cheek. Morty whined as Rick pulled out, the feeling of Rick's cum dripping from his abused hole sending a shiver down his spine. "Let's- let's get you cleaned up, b-baby," Rick said, scooping Morty into his arms, carrying the embarrassed boy bridal style to the bathroom.
When the two finished showering, and they didn't even bother putting clothes back on, they passed out on Rick's bed, cuddling and sleeping contently.
EXTRA:
"You- you're my- my hero, Rick-!"
"Yeah, I fucking am! Again."
"You're my hero- fuck!- Rick, y-you're my hero-!"
"You think anyone else can fuck you like I am, Morty? You think those fucking Vindicators can fuck you like I am? Huh, Morty? You think they- anyone can?"
"No- No- Oh- F-fuck- no-!"
Supernova irritably sighed, burying her head under her pillow, the cheap material doing nothing to drown out the loud noise of Rick and Morty's fucking. "I don't care how dire the situation is," Supernova muttered. "Rick and Morty are not coming back for Vindicators four."