Figured I would work on another comic I had in mind with Rick and Morty. Does have rorty/rickorty/”c-137cest”/etc themes to it so bare that in mind if you plan to read this. More pages to come.
The panting and moaning could be heard from miles around, but there was no one to hear them. Loud and breathy little cries escaped Ford’s mouth as the thick cock slid in and out of him.
It was like the cool, soft wind of the night was encouraging them with it’s ghostly song, making them feel not so alone. Stan knew Ford was close to collapsing onto the hard wood of the deck, so he held him close. He breathed all down his neck, whispering sweet little secrets into his ear.
“Take that cock, boy..” he mumbled against his cheek. Ford let out a soft whimper. “Y-Yes daddy..” That made Stan even more horny. “Such a dirty little mouth you have.”
Ford clenched around him. The warm New Jersey air and the cool, midnight wind was such a delicious mix on this particular night. Fucking while their parents were away was kind of outdated. They decided that it’d be more romantic if they snuck out and fucked on the Stan ‘O War. And oh, how right were they.
“I’m gonna fucking come..” Stan grunted, thrusting deeper into his more fragile twin. “Y-Yes! Come deep inside me, Stanley!” Ford shouted into the air. With that, Stan came hard, his semen as hot and thick as lava in Ford’s ass. Stanford came right after him, letting out a strangled cry.
They laid there, both of them sweaty, panting messes. Stan looked over at his brother, smirking. “I love you, Sixer.”
Ford smiled, tears in his beautiful, chocolate browm eyes. “I love you too, Stanley.”
non-suspicious 