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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_and_Morty_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      C137cest, blowjob, Rick_punishes_a_tease, Underage_-_Freeform, noncon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-29 Words: 1612
****** My Flower Petal ******
by Sentimental_being
Summary
     Don't tease a dog with a bone.
Notes
     A little edits here and there.
There was nothing more beautiful sounding than Morty’s long and meaningful yawn
when the sun crept up to awake him. Rick was just laying down in his cot to
hear this sound and scratched at his forehead in a short trance that worked
wonders to make his day. Though, Rick would never admit that Morty was the
reason he gave him morning wood. At the time, Morty excitedly jumped from his
bed to run into his grandfather’s room, the same time Rick had an aching and
growing bulge in his pants. Rick dismissed it and was fully aware of Morty
running into his arms.
“Good morning, Rick!” The young boy squirmed in his lap, giving sideways
glances. Rick had to force back a groan from his throat. Morty was so adorable
and innocent, he was transfixed on his grandson before him.
Rick cleared his throat before speaking in a grave, hoarse tone. “Morty,
what're you doing here?” There was no doubt that Morty just came in here to
wake him, there was something he was eager to do, Rick just couldn't put his
finger on it
Morty tilted his head back and caressed his fingers down his throat. Those
twinkling, dark brown, and beautiful eyes were concealed by long and dark
eyelashes. It made things so much better for Rick to gawk at to find those big
eyes secretly smiling at him. It was at that moment he stared for too long and
Morty shifted unsteadily off his lap and onto the floor. “Ah!” Morty moaned
awkwardly, rubbing his bottom to soothe the pain. Rick smiled and bent down to
help him up.
“R-Rick!” He moaned, flashing a devilish smile. “My butt!” Morty gazed at him
and ran his tongue over his lower lip, just to bite it afterwards.
Rick wasted no time and laid him on his bed. “Morty, stop!” He snapped wearily.
He didn't want Morty’s parents getting any ideas. Was this what Morty wanted?
Rick was not this stupid to buy into his grandson’s little games, but he wanted
to play anyway. “Are you okay, baby?” Rick asked reassuringly, gently squeezing
Morty’s thigh. Morty lazily looped his hand around Rick’s neck and settled on
top of his lap.
“Do I look okay?” He smirked his seductive smirk knowing damn well what games
he was playing. In just that moment he slumped off and face first into the
mattress. Morty’s little butt wiggled hidden behind those boxers. Rick glanced
at his toned thighs and carried his eyes upward to his ass. He bit his lip and
noticed his bulge was more erect than before. “Mm, w-will you let me massage
you?” Morty muffled through the sheets loud enough to be heard. This was
shocking enough only because he himself offered it and Rick wouldn't mind.
Morty looked all too serious once he shifted and sat cross-legged, anxious for
Rick’s answer.
“If y-you don't mind.” Rick was unsure about this, though he wanted it so
badly. He positioned himself and shrugged off his worn out lab coat beneath
him. This kid was the reason he ever woke up.
“Silly! I offered it.” Morty laughed full of enthusiasm. It was rare of Morty
to laugh when he was around Rick. There was nothing pleasing that came to mind
when he was with him on his adventures. They'd end up trapped, lost,
endangered, or even risk getting killed. This was what Morty showed and felt at
the moment. Did he really mean it?
“Now, spread your legs for me.” Morty said bluntly, running his fingers through
his curls. Rick obliged immediately, opening his legs wide for Morty to do
whatever he was planning. Rick was ready for it.
Morty grabbed onto Rick’s legs, eyeing him speculatively as he sat in between
his legs. His delicate fingers rubbed and kneaded at his legs. They were
surprisingly strong, squeezing and running his hands up and down his legs with
much force. He’d hindered his massaging, look around regretfully, and continued
haphazardly. This pattern lasted until a sharp groan emerged from Rick and he
glared at Morty hastily. Rick forced as much as himself to not fuck his
beautiful face. “You want more?” A small voice came out terse and weak. He was
just hovering above Rick’s groin testing him.
“Fuck! For the love of- yes! M-Morty continue.” Rick stammered, wavering
impatiently. Morty was really teasing him and it was pissing him off.
In a quick motion, Morty grasped onto his thighs and pushed his thumb down a
few inches away from his erection. Too impassive to care about his pervish
grandpa, he deliberately did it closer this time. “Damn!” Rick gasped and laid
his head down, growling through clenched teeth. The boy smothered his head to
lay near his dick. He rubbed his cheek on it in a circular motion pressing
harder every time on the damp fabric. Rick was so lost and was almost tempted
to unzip his pants so Morty could suck it for causing all this teasing mess
towards him. He'd rather Morty gag on his cock, and that's what he had in mind
for any future purposeful acts.
A giggle erupted from the boy. Morty unzipped Rick’s pants swiftly to face a
fat erect dick stiff in the air. Rick would be lying if he said he wasn't
surprised at his own dick. Morty gulped, unnerved with wide scared eyes.
“Not so fun is it now, Morty?” Rick didn't give him time to answer. “I want you
to suck my dick,” he said seriously. “Don't stop till I tell you.” Rick
pinioned Morty’s wrists beside his own legs as his grandsons mouth was
stumbling feebly over his shaft. His rear in the air, showing all its glory,
but it'd be better if Rick saw it bare. Rick gripped Morty’s wrists in one
large hand and leaned over to swipe his thumb in his briefs to tug them down
quickly. His ass was jaunty and small. Rick would fuck him in a millisecond,
but he was more interested in wanting to punish Morty’s mouth.
“L-look!” Morty squealed, trying to catch his breath. “D-don't do this, I-it
was a joke, I swear.” Rick couldn't believe it. He was really that gullible to
think Morty did this intentionally. This gave Rick enough reason to fuck his
mouth until he begged for air. Rick didn't respond but grabbed a handful of
Morty’s hair, lifted his face up so his mouth came in contact to his cock.
“Fuuuck!” Rick growled through gritted teeth. He eyed the young boy hungrily,
wanting more for his grandson to choke on his dick. Morty whined and tried to
strain his wrists away from the strong grip. Morty's eyes began to blur as his
vision started to water up. It stung and he couldn't breathe. This was the
first attempt that Rick did and Morty was almost pass his breaking point. He
couldn't help that he secretly enjoyed this in the lower region of his abdomen.
Morty tried to lift his head in one last weak movement before inhaling Rick’s
cock again.
“Morty! That's right, baby, suck it. Who's Grandpa’s dirty slut?” Rick angled
Morty’s head to once again be face-fucked. He bucked his hips up, sliding his
dick farther down the younger ones throat. The feeling was overwhelmingly
euphoric, Rick was now addicted to this new and erotic feeling. He felt Morty’s
tongue slide underneath his shaft and back up to reach the tip, then to swivel
his tongue against Rick’s balls.
“Ahhhh, Rick!” Morty whimpered, heaving his weight back in attempt to get away
from his imperial grandpa.
Morty didn't want the ‘little prank’ to go down like this. Anything but this.
He hated to know he enjoyed it- no, his dick was in control of his actions. A
week ago, Rick and Morty were in a deserted planet with shrubs and blistering
heat. They agreed on taking their clothes off, though, it was obvious in the
first place. Morty smiled awkwardly, sweat evident through his boxers, but Rick
already took his off. Rick stared at him, persuading him with his eyes to take
his boxers off. That was the second time they've fully seen each other naked.
Morty wouldn't lie, but his hots for his grandpa only lasted that one day.
Now, both of them were here, in bed, and Morty was about to throw up. He had a
gag reflex and any more forceful thrusts will end up with him throwing up.
“You're taking it like a chaaaamp!” Rick mocked Morty’s actions, purposely
making him feel like more shit as he pretended to choke on the air.
A few more thrusts and he’d have Morty know not to play anymore of his schemes.
Besides, who'd believe an insecure little freak babbling on about his grandpa
forcing himself on a 14 year old boy? Sadly, his parents wouldn't even believe
the first two words once they started trickling or stuttering out. It’s
hysterical. Rick could have Morty anytime he wanted after this.
Rick hurried and grabbed a fistful of hair, curls entwined between his fingers
and out. It was soft and smelled of sweet shampoo (summer’s) and sweat. Rick
convulsed inside him, come bursting into his mouth, leaving it to pour out
during the after shocks. He smeared his thumb across Morty’s lips, mixing the
saliva and his come together to make a sticky and slimy residue. “Beautiful.”
He rubbed his fingers over his thumb and brought it to his shit-eating grin,
licking it off playfully.
“Clean this up.” Rick slid off the bed to leave Morty in his own mess- internal
and external discomfort of a mess.
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