the-clairvoyant-rick:

Okay but just imagine.. Jerry walks in on his son pounding Rick from behind and he wants to be furious but there’s something sickly satisfying about watching his rude father in law be put in his place.

Rick has his hands against the wall and his head hanging, back bowed and Morty is pounding him hard and fast and Rick is making the most obscene noises, obviously trying to stay quiet but he just can’t. Rick’s fingers are clawing at the wall and his chest is heaving from trying to breathe and Morty is just slamming him. The kid is a fuckin’ champ and it’s obvious they’ve done this before because Morty isn’t acting like some shrimpy virgin, he’s acting like he knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s making Rick fall apart.

But when Morty notices his dad he doesn’t even stop, he just tells Rick that Jerry is watching him get fucked and Rick panics, trying to get away but Morty just grabs his wrists and holds him to the wall as he fucks him slow and deep and tells Rick to beg for it while his dad watches.

It’s humiliating and Rick’s face burns red with more than just lust and arousal. Shame pools in his gut, fear makes him squirm to get away and Rick tries to say no but Morty just holds his wrists together in one hand and uses his other to tease the scientist’s nipples and his stomach and the slick and dripping tip of his cock as he fucks him slow and shallow, making brushing jabs towards his prostate.

Morty teases Rick like an expert, leaning forward to whisper an absolute slew of filthy shit in his ear as he strokes the older man’s cock painfully slow, telling Rick that all he has to do is beg and Morty will give it to him, that he’ll fuck him just like he wants and let Rick come.

It gets to the point where Rick is starving for it, nearly gagging for his grandson’s cock and when he glances over at Jerry, staring at them with wide eyes and an obvious erection he gives in and begs.

And he doesn’t hold back.

Rick’s mouth is a fuckin’ trash dump. He begs Morty to fuck him hard and fast and make him come in front of his daughter’s husband.
He begs Morty to abuse his body and use him and take his own pleasure and leave Rick wanting. He begs for Morty to put him on display and humiliate him and fuck him like he deserves. He begs shamelessly for cock.

And Morty obliges him.

The curly haired brunet grabs Rick by the back of the neck and all but slams him down onto the bed, making the scientist’s face Jerry, belly down, and Morty goes right back to fucking him, pounding his ass into the mattress.

And Jerry.. Jerry is horrifically intrigued. Once he knows that he isn’t going to be screamed at or kicked out, which should be utterly absurd anyway considering the fact that he’s the parent and he’s just walked in on an incestuous coupling between his father in law and his underage son, Jerry gets closer. He watches what’s happening with shameless interest, all but gaping as he watches his son’s cock disappear inside of Rick and to be honest, Jerry is jealous.

Not only is his son wringing sounds out of Rick that Jerry’s only ever heard in porn (and certainly never from Beth) but he’s somehow managed to do what Jerry has always wanted: To put Rick in his goddamn place and knock him down a few pegs on his superiority.

But it quickly starts to draw to a close. Rick is rutting against the bedsheets and begging Morty in a ceaseless and desperate babble to let him come, his eyes glassy, submerged in subspace and Morty is starting to lose rhythm, his thrusts sharp and fast as he chases towards his own end and when they both come it’s explosive. Rick is grabbing the bedding in both fists and driving his hips down against the mattress as he rides it out and Morty is gripping Rick’s hips in a death hold, slamming himself in to the hilt and emptying his load with a series of groans and gasped out whimpers of Rick’s name.. But when they finish.. That’s when Jerry really gets a glimpse of what’s going on.

Because immediately, like it’s routine and something they’re both so familiar with that they don’t even think about it anymore, Morty is bending down and kissing the space in between Rick’s shoulder blades with obvious affection. He’s lavishing in the skin with attention, still buried inside of his grandfather’s body, as he rubs his palms up and down Rick’s arms, whispering soft things to him that Jerry can’t hear and when Morty looks over at him the man is taken aback because there’s fierce protectiveness there and Jerry nearly takes a step back before Morty finally tells him to get out.

And, to his surprise, Jerry obeys. He almost feels like he can’t /not/ obey and as he closes the door behind him, wide eyed and sporting the hardest erection he’s had in months, Jerry doesn’t even consider telling Beth, or anyone, what he just saw and as he walks away in a daze, he wonders if there’s any chance of a repeat performance.