The Diary

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AN: Alright, anybody uncomfy with le sex should just hermit crab away because Morty's waited too long for some 'dyk' and I'm not about to take it away from him.
3RD POV

       Morty stared up at Rick, taunting him. "Please, daddy?" Rick was freaking the fuck out, not knowing what to do. Sure, he could just give Morty what he wanted and the problem would go away, but he was still uncertain as to how he felt in this situation. However, the constant, screaming hard-on seemed to take control.

       Rick quickly grabbed Morty, spinning him around and setting the younger on his lap. He pulled the brunet into a rough kiss, biting softly on his lip and gaining access. He explored and savored the wonderful taste of Morty, relishing in the feel of his tongue brushing against Morty's only faintly. Morty groaned and tugged on Rick's hair, having waited a very long time for this. Rick broke the kiss, removing himself from Morty's mouth momentarily. He peered down into the younger's bright gaze, "God, kid, do you want it that badly?" He smirked at Morty, grinding up against him slightly. Morty bit his lip again, closing his eyes momentarily as he felt his own member grow painstakingly harder. He opened his eyes, looking down at Rick, "Please."

       Rick, still sitting up, palmed his aching cock roughly, staring intently into Morty's own eyes, lust prominent in the sea of green. "You have to do something for me, first." Morty looked down to see Rick strained against the fabric of his jeans, blushing slightly before he hopped off the bed, standing at the edge. Rick's legs dangled over the side and Morty reached down, undoing his belt and jeans, lowering them to reveal the tent in his boxers before he removed the pants completely. Morty, still not having changed from his pajamas, found his hard-on to be almost painful, whimpering and lightly stroking himself through the material. Rick glanced down, "Go ahead, I'm feeling generous today." 

       Morty pulled Rick's boxers away, staring at the full length of his member as one hand casually slipped into his pajama bottoms, slowly stroking himself. He used his other hand to grab on to Rick, his tongue running along his full length before he teased, licking just the tip and swirling his tongue around. He began to lower his head, still stroking his own cock, and Rick grunted with the pleasure that came from the sudden attention given to his member. It had been a while since he'd had any physical contact like this and he found this moment to be a rather good way to get back into it. 

       Morty had been stroking himself faster, feeling close to release when he stopped, not wanting to end the fun now even though it was sheer torment to himself. Instead, he used his now free hand to taunt Rick some more, now taking nearly all of his length in as he traced his hole.

       Rick gave a quick, breathy moan and arched his back slightly, pressing further into Morty's mouth. Morty placed two fingers inside Rick, his grandfather now quivering from the action. Morty felt a hand on the back of his head while Rick lightly pressed in and out of him, fucking and relishing in the feel of Morty's mouth. He gave a few quick groans before he sped up, Morty's fingers still working his ass. He felt the familiar knot building in his groin before he released into Morty's mouth, pulling out shortly after. Morty quickly swallowed it down, cleaning any residuals from his face, before Rick pulled him closer, removing the younger's pajama bottoms and sitting him up on the bed. He grabbed Morty's member through the remaining material, enjoying the squeaky moans he released before Rick stopped, pulling his boxers down and throwing them with is own.

       Rick removed Morty's shirt as well, shrugging out of his own and bending over, lightly biting and sucking on areas all across the younger's chest. Morty was a mess, unable to contain the pleasurable sounds emitting from him. At one point, Rick had lightly teased his nipple, making Morty cry out fairly loudly. But it didn't matter anymore. Everybody else was downstairs. If they heard, they could just turn up the tv. 

       Morty found himself being flipped over, supporting himself on his hands and knees while Rick placed two fingers in front of him. "Open." He commanded. Morty obliged and sucked on Rick's fingers upon instruction. Rick soon inserted the fingers into Morty, fingering him hard and fast while Morty let out high-pitched moans and breaths, throwing his head down into a pillow and biting it. 

       All too quickly, Rick removed his fingers and leaned down to place kisses along Morty's spine, throwing a few hickies in with the kisses and making Morty want to scream. "Please, Rick."

        Rick tsk'd, sitting up, "Uh-uh. You know what to say, baby boy."

        Morty stared behind him, pleading with Rick, "Please, daddy. Pretty please?" He shook with desire, "Please fuck me daddy. Please~"

       Rick, fueled with absolute desire, placed himself behind Morty, pressing lightly against him as his own member dripped with pre-cum. Morty prepared himself, feeling Rick press inside him as he clutched at the sheets. No, this was definitely not his first time, but Rick was noticeably larger than anybody else he'd been with. "F-Fuck, daddy, you're s-so big." Morty arched his back once Rick had managed to press completely inside, "Morty... you feel so damn good." Rick began to move his hips, pressing in and out of Morty at a slow pace, trying not to push him.

       Morty was desperate, wanting so badly for Rick to just tear into him. He pressed back against Rick, "H-Harder, daddy." Rick was worried only momentarily before Morty proved he was, indeed, serious by pressing back against Rick, increasing their tempo. Rick obeyed the request, fucking Morty's ass at an ungodly rate and feeling the boy squirm beneath him. Morty clawed at the sheets, drawing up handfuls and gasping with every thrust. He felt drool pooling on his bed below his open mouth as he screwed his eyes shut, trying him damnedest to keep from screaming. It had worked until Rick reached up and tangled his hand into Morty's locks, pulling him up and backwards.

       "D-Daddy!~" Morty could scarcely contain himself, feeling Rick tug his hair while drilling him hard. As if knowing just what he could do to the poor boy, Rick grabbed on to Morty's hip, his fingers holding on so tightly there would definitely be bruises. 

       "M-Morty, I-I'm clo-o-se." Rick was breathing heavily, thrusting harder into Morty until the boy was screaming his name. "Rick! Please!~" Rick snarled, hearing Morty's breathy pleas as he released his hair and gripped Morty's cock, violently stroking him. Morty was moaning much too loudly to not be heard, and Rick knew the family would've definitely known what was up by now.

       With one final, painful thrust, Rick came in Morty's ass. This, along with his handiwork, sent Morty careening over the edge as thick, rapid spurts erupted from him. Morty fell forward, face-first into his pillow and panting heavily. Rick had removed himself from the smaller boy, now falling over next to him.

       Carefully, he pulled Morty against his chest, feeling their breathing synchronize before it evened out.

       "I love you, Rick. Please don't... don't leave me." Morty placed his arm over Rick's, being tossed over his side and holding him in place.

       It was in this moment that Rick knew he couldn't deny himself any longer. "I love you too, Morty. I won't leave you. I promise."