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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Vaginal_Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Trans_Male_Character, Drabble
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-25 Words: 1399
****** Take it Easy ******
by yiffymorty
Summary
     The month succeeding Morty's top surgery has been a month of
     celibacy, and he can't stand it anymore.
Notes
     I'm hungover as heck so I threw this together really quickly. this is
     basically a drabble that got away from me AGAIN but I've been wanting
     to write this for a while, so here ya go
     Note: the words jerking off, cum and cumming also apply to Morty. I
     prefer to use them; sorry if it causes any confusion
See the end of the work for more notes
“But Riiiick,” whines Morty, kneeling over Rick’s thighs, “We haven’t fucked
in, in a month! I-i-it’s not like I can fuck myself right now, y-you know.”
“Alright, Morty, jesus,” grumbles Rick, setting his 3DS aside and sitting up.
He gently moves Morty off him. “If I’d known you’d be this annoy—fucking
persistent, I wouldn’t have performed th-th-the—y-your surgery in the first
place.”
Morty scoffs, but lets Rick maneuver him onto his back. Once he props him up
with enough pillows, Rick pops open Morty’s collared shirt—it’s the only kind
he can put on and take off without raising his arms—exposing his newly
reconstructed chest. Rick can do that now, with Morty’s permission, because the
dysphoric fits the boy had endured if anyone had ever seen him without his
binder suddenly feel irrelevant. Rick admires his work; not only had he done a
damn good job, but he’d granted his grandson’s biggest wish. Morty had the
opportunity to see a plastic surgeon, but he had trusted Rick with his body,
trusted Rick to make him whole again. That alone is enough to put a smile on
the old man’s face, which he does his best to keep from Morty.
“Um, Rick?” asks Morty, tentatively, “You’re staring.”
“Sorry, Morty,” comes Rick’s guarded reply, “It’s as much as my masterpiece as
it is your body.”
Morty laughs at that. He’s spent a lot of time in front of the mirror; at first
it hadn’t seemed real. It had felt like he’d been experiencing his body for the
first time. Of course, he knows he’s the same person in his grandpa’s eyes. He
can see that smile, even though Rick tries to hide it.
Rick stands at the foot of the bed and slides Morty’s butt closer to the edge.
Morty lifts his hips so Rick can get his pants off. Morty blushes hard when
Rick drops to his knees, licking a hot stripe up the center of Morty’s slit. He
snorts when he discovers that Morty is already wet. “Needy little shit,” he
mumbles against the boy’s skin. Rick spreads Morty’s lips and pokes his tongue
inside the already dilated hole, as far as his tongue will go while nuzzling
the course hairs that have thickened from the testosterone.
He laps at the slick liquid while Morty whimpers and grips the sheets. Right
now, even the slightest bit of stimulation is enough to makes his knees shake.
Rick holds his hips down and Morty locks his ankles around Rick’s back.
“That’s it, baby, open up real wide for me,” growls Rick. A wave of heat rushes
through Morty; he hasn’t heard that tone since the last time they’d fucked the
night before Morty’s surgery. Rick continues, “You’re so wet already. You’re so
desperate, I’m gon—gonna make you cum, baby.”
“Please, Rick,” begs Morty, “No more teasing, just fuck me already!”
“No can do, Morty,” explains Rick from his place between Morty’s legs, “But
listen, Morty—I’m gonna, gonna give you the best orgasm of your life.” He
closes his lips around Morty’s clit and sucks hard. He can feel the nub swell
when he starts flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
“Ha, yeah? That’s a lot to live up to, Rick. I mean, I’ve had some pretty good
ones—”
“Sh-shut up, Morty. You ever have a squirting orgasm before?” asks Rick,
scooping up some of Morty’s slick and sucking it off his finger. Morty watches,
hungrily.
“No?” admits Morty, curiously. He can’t do it himself, at least, and he’s seen
them do it in porn, but he wonders if that part is even real. He watches Rick’s
face twist into a mischievous grin.
“All you gotta do is lie back, M-Morty,” says Rick, “Y-you’ll be fine, just
don’t move too much, or you’ll pull on your stitches.”
Morty nods urgently. He likes just lying here, letting Rick do all the work. He
feels a little bad for not being able to reciprocate, but he discards that
thought when Rick’s fingers enter him. He moans languidly. It’s been so long
since anything has been inside him. Morty can reach his clit just fine, but
it’s too much pull on the sides of his chest to go deeper than a couple of
fingertips.
Rick slides his middle and ring fingers all the way inside and crooks them
upwards, feeling around for the g-spot. He knows he’s found it when Morty’s
legs tense and his breath hitches. “You like that, baby?” coos Rick, massaging
the spongy tissue with the pads of his fingers.
“Ohhh, yes, Rick, please, please make me cum,” Morty repeats, and Rick obeys.
Rick starts to fuck him with his hand, moving in and out at an alarmingly rapid
speed. He pulls a yelp from Morty’s lips every time he hits his g-spot, and
soon Morty is digging his heels into Rick’s back. Rick pulls back his hand just
in time to watch Morty’s cum splash out and trickle down the boy’s taint and
asshole, which Rick laps up without hesitation.
Morty is still panting when Rick starts to finger him again. He locks his wrist
in the same position and brings Morty to completion once again. This time, Rick
sits with an open mouth as Morty sprays against his tongue. It isn’t much—this
isn’t a goddamn porno—but it’s enough for Rick to make a show out of it. Morty
hasn’t taken his eyes off Rick this whole time, and the sight of the man with
Morty’s cum dripping down his chin is absolute perfection.
“Again,” Morty vocalizes hoarsely, “Just once more. Please.”
Rick looks bewildered. “My arm is fucking tired, Morty,” he says, but he flexes
his fingers before pinching Morty’s enlarged clit. “Y-y-you’re gonna owe me big
time, Morty.”
“I don’t care about that right now,” says Morty, although he will certainly
care about it later, “I need you, n-need you to touch me.”
Rick rises to his feet and sighs. He braces himself on one hand on the bed, and
inserts the same two fingers inside Morty. He repeats the motions like before,
but this time the angle is just right, and within seconds, Morty is cumming
hard. The liquid spills down Rick’s wrist, but he keeps milking Morty’s
prostate for all it’s worth. Morty watches in a combination of confusion,
horror and unbridled arousal as spurt after spurt of hot liquid shoot out from
between his legs.
Rick seems to have caught the worried look on his face, because he slows down
and smiles. “What’s wrong, Morty? Best orgasm of your life, t-too good for
you?”
“T-take them out,” whimpers Morty, “Take your fingers out, I-I-I can’t—n-no
more, please.”
Rick retracts his hand wiping the excess slick on the sheets. He flops down
next to Morty, almost hanging off the cot to give the boy the space he needs to
lie comfortably on his back. “How was that, Morty?”
Morty is panting hotly. “Nnnngh, h-how the fuck—how did you know—god, that was
fucking incredible! What was that, Rick? Did I fucking piss myself? It feels
like I fucking pissed myself!”
Rick laughs deeply, taking one of Morty’s hands. “Relax. You didn’t pee, you
idiot. It-it just comes from the same place. Y-you did good, Morty, you’re my
good boy, huh? Let me hear you say it.”
Morty turns his head, facing Rick. His chest is still heaving when he squeezes
Rick’s hand. “I-I-I’m your, I’m y-your good boy,” he stammers, cheeks flushing
with embarrassment. He wonders if Rick realizes just how much the phrase ‘good
boy’ actually means to Morty, especially now.
“Yeah, you are,” murmurs Rick, reaching for the boy’s boxers to wipes down
Morty’s thighs.
“And, um, for the record?” continues Morty, “Th-that really was the best
fucking orgasm—well, three—I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Checkmate,” grins Rick, having forgotten all about their little dare. “A few
more weeks and you can have my cock again,” he promises. Rick runs a hand up
Morty’s thigh, “I’m gonna give it to you rough, like, real rough, baby, any way
you want it.”
Morty hums his approval, growing sleepy from his body’s exertion. He drifts off
to sleep imagining Rick’s cock finally buried deep inside him and thinking that
yes, he is Rick’s good boy, and he wants it to stay that way forever.
End Notes
     this is a celebratory piece that mirrors my own top surgery! I'm
     almost three weeks into recovery, so I imagine Morty will be healthy
     enough for gentle sex in four
     here is a sloppier_version_of_this which is much shorter, but Morty
     is fully healed and loves anal. worth a read, imo
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