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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Drabble, Bottom_Rick, Top_Morty, but_only_in_the_most_literal
      sense, he_gets_his_dick_in_there_but_we_all_know_who_really_runs_the
      show, Incest, Anal_Sex, Dirty_Talk, kinda_bittersweet, no_foreplay_here,
      just_skippin_riiight_past_all_that_business
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-02 Words: 1680
****** rickmorty garbage ******
by RibaBian
Summary
     Rick lets Morty top for the first time.
Notes
     I basically just wanted to write a thing where Rick lets Morty top
     him for once and then spends the whole time making fun of him. Hope
     some of y'all sinners get a kick out of it~
See the end of the work for more notes
Morty panted, wiping sweat from his brow, some dripping onto Rick’s chest where
he was arched over him.
 
“Damn, M-Morty. This is- is pretty pathetic even for you.” Rick grinned
mockingly down at him, blue-grey hair splayed across a flat, dingy pillow, more
wild even than it usually was. “Not even- already about to blOUGHw your load
and you’re not even inside yet.”
 
Morty groaned, rutting himself between the old man’s asscheeks, slick with
lube.
 
Rick snickered. “That excited to f-fuck your grandpa, you- you sick freak?” he
reached down and Morty shuddered as Rick wrapped a large hand around the base
of his dick, lining it up with his own hole. “Go nuts, babe.”
 
Morty didn’t need further prompting, thrusting all the way in with little
resistance. Rick was loose and open even without much prep from years of
smuggling all manner of contraband, but he was hot and velvety, and it felt
like he was melting.
 
Morty paused, balls pressed flush against his grandfather’s ass. Did it feel
this good when Rick was inside him? Biting hard at the inside of his cheek was
the only reason he kept from coming at the thought. That and the fact that Rick
would never let him live it down.
 
Morty leaned down, licking up Rick’s chest to distract himself from how close
he was already. He sucked lazily at a nipple, slack-jawed from the pleasure and
the heat, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva as he went.
 
Rick ran fingers through Morty’s sweat-damp curls, pushing them off his
forehead in a surprisingly tender gesture, grounding the boy and making his
heart feel full. Morty pressed his cheek to Rick’s chest and wrapped his arms
around him. The genius sighed, but arched his back to comply, joints popping.
 
They laid like that for a few minutes, Rick raking his nails soothingly on his
grandson’s scalp and using his other hand to massage his neck. Morty was putty,
and he thought he wouldn’t mind just falling asleep like this if it weren’t for
his unattended libido and Rick nudging him in the hip with his heel
impatiently. Morty sighed heavily when Rick pulled his hands away. Unwrapping
his arms from the man’s waist, he sat back up, hands braced on either side of
him.
 
“O-o-okay, Rick. I’m gonna do it.”
 
“Are you reeaally, Morty. ‘Cause so faARGr all you- you’ve done is drool all
over me and- ”
 
Morty pulled half out and thrust back in as hard as his little hips could
manage, face screwed up in determination and arousal. “Sh-shut up, Rick.” He
was proud he’d silenced the smug genius for once in his life, and he rode on
the high, pistoning himself into the old man with all the force and speed he
could muster. The gentle atmosphere from just moments ago completely
evaporated.
 
“F-fuck yeah, baby. There we go. That’s my boy.” Rick’s voice stagnated as
Morty fucked feverishly into him, and his flagging erection started to fill out
again.
 
Morty’s cock slipped out of his hole a couple times as a result of his frenzied
pace, but he quickly lined back up and kept going like a jackrabbit in mating
season.
 
“Yeeaahh, you like that, don’t you? Y-y-you like having your dick up your old
man’s ass, do ya?”
 
“I-I-I-I-I I like it.” Morty moaned, voice cracking and high pitched with
puberty and ecstasy. “I l-like it a lot, Ri-i-i-i-i-ick!” Morty came as he
shouted the genius’ names in a warbled tone. It overcame him so sudden and hard
he gasped in surprise, followed by a loud, shaky moan as he rode out his
orgasm. Rick was grateful for the soundproofing he’d done on his and Morty’s
rooms, in addition to the garage. Morty was such a desperate slut, no matter
how dire the situation; the kid had no sense of control once he was in the
throes of passion.
 
The human part of him that had been raised into planetary sensibilities felt
momentarily guilty about what they were doing, but a more primal part of him
had known from the second he’d had the first taste of his Morty on his tongue
he would never get enough. It was fucked -- beyond fucked -- but the weight of
the magnetic pull between them was too much to withstand. If Rick were a lesser
man he might think it were fate...
 
Morty made an attempt to pull out, but Rick crossed his ankles behind him,
dragging the teen back in and squeezing his lower muscles until Morty was
squirming with overstimulation.
 
“N-n-n-n no, Rick please!” Morty cried, tears gathering in the corner of his
eyes. “I-i it’s too much!”
 
“NuURGHh huh, Morty. I don’t think so.” Rick used his leverage to flip them
over, Morty’s dick slipped out of him in the process, but he ground down,
taking the opportunity to circle his hips expertly against him. “You’re not
done until I am.”
 
Morty glanced down to where Rick was grinding on him, seeing that Rick was not
even fully erect. Morty moaned in pleasurable agony. This was pure torture and
complete heaven.
 
“C-c’mon, baby. You’re young; you can handle it.” Rick encouraged him, stroking
himself to full hardness with one hand, and sliding the other up Morty’s ribs,
touching on every sensitive place on his chest and making him thrust up against
Rick involuntarily.
 
Morty’s head was now resting against the pillow Rick had been laying on less
than a minute ago, and he couldn’t help but turn into it, picking up all of
Rick’s scent. Alcohol, motor oil, sweat, and something sour like lemons clawed
it’s way into him. He felt possessed - owned. He wanted his grandfather to feel
it the same way he did, but Rick always had the upperhand, even now.
 
“P-p-please…?” Morty whimpered, a slave to the bittersweet bliss, the emotion
he was too scared to name, and simply Rick.
 
With a speed only a teenager could accomplish, Morty was painfully hard again,
flushed red from head to toes. Unaware, he chanted the man’s name over and over
and over like a prayer.
 
Rick smiled down at him, sickly sweet and filled with nothing but bad
intentions. “You beURRPtter be ready, Morty. Make it- make it good for grandpa
Rick.” He said, shoving Morty’s throbbing dick back into his loose channel as
his grandson --his own flesh and blood-- began to re-harden.
 
Morty hissed, not sure whether or not to hump up into him or pull away. His
heart was beating so fast, he thought he might die...but what a way to go.
Maybe it was just the adrenaline, but he felt in that moment that he would die
for Rick.
 
He wanted to tell him this. Tell this beautiful disaster of a man how he longed
for him in the rare hours they were apart. How he was consumed by him - how
every piece of him was so far gone now that he might as well have the name
‘Rick Sanchez’ tattooed in big, bold font across his forehead…
 
But there Rick was welcoming Morty into his body again, and words and thought
alike were thrown out the window. Rick bounced on his cock, stroking himself in
time, and if the boy hadn’t come just minutes before, he would have just from
the sight of his hard cock driving into his mentor, his life partner, his
everything. Morty sobbed, completely enveloped and overwhelmed. He wanted to
tell Rick he loved him, that everything he’d ever done was in anticipation of
him. If anything had become clear to him upon his few visits to the Citadel, it
was that Ricks and Mortys belonged together. Through thick and thin, love and
hate, pleasure and pain, as long as he had his Rick…
 
Morty was relieved when Rick finally came with a barely intelligible -- “Fuck
yes, goddamn Mmm-Morty, yesyesyes--”
 
Morty followed soon after, feeling accomplished and warm and sated, as he came
for the second time that night. Most of Rick’s come landed on his chest and
face, and Morty licked his lips, tasting his grandfather’s salty release on his
skin.
 
Rick wiped off some of his own come from Morty’s nose, licking it off and
sucking the appendage into his mouth in a lewd display that made Morty’s spent
dick twitch, wringing every drop of come from his overstimulated body.
 
In the hazy afterglow, looking up at Rick he felt invincible, like the man was
a powerful god, protecting and possessing, giving and taking -- always taking.
He lifted his arms, wanting to pull this celestial being back down to earth
with him, tether him so he could never leave him behind, though he knew he
already fell behind in so many ways.
 
Rick slapped his hands away. “Don't fucking touch me. I-i-i it’s too goddamn
URRP- too hot for your clingy ass to be hanging all over me, Morty.” The man
rolled off him, shoving him into the wall to make room on the tiny cot. His
sweaty skin stuck to a diagram of some strange contraption Rick had tacked to
the wall, but the bed was still small enough that their arms pressed together.
 
Morty flinched when a pointy elbow dug into his side as Rick leaned over the
side of the bed, pulling a nondescript bottle of alien liquor out from
underneath and taking a long swig, some dribbling out onto his lower lip. He
wiped his chin with the back of his hand, followed by a drawn out burp.
 
“You’ve got an hour to get it together, a-and then I need you in the ship.”
Rick sat up, breaking all contact, not looking at his grandson. “We don’t have
all day to- to be laying around, Morty. I have important science to do.” He
said as he stood, quickly redressing himself like he’d done a thousand times
before.
 
Morty squinted against the light that flooded the small room as his surly
grandfather left. The smell of dinner cooking wafted in before the door was
shut again, leaving him alone in the dark.
End Notes
     I have a Rick and Morty sideblog -- url schwiftyszechuan if anyone is
     interested go check it out! I hope to eventually post some fanart I'm
     currently working on :)
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