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Rick can& #39;t help but to look at Morty. He watches him, follows him with his eyes. When Morty bends down Rick watches his jeans around his tight little ass, when Morty reaches up he watches the skin of his soft little belly become exposed.
When Morty showers he watches through the hidden camera he& #39;s installed. When Morty sleeps he watches in the dark. He watches the small boy until he can& #39;t just watch anymore, until he can& #39;t stop himself, until he can& #39;t hold back from touching his grandson..
The urge becomes unbearable. The desire to finally take what& #39;s his overpowers and overrides everything else in his mind. He can& #39;t be satisfied with just roaming his eyes along the boys body, he needs his hands to roam too.
He does it when he& #39;s wasted. When he& #39;s so drunk he doesn& #39;t have to pretend he doesn& #39;t need it. He doesn& #39;t have to control himself, can& #39;t control himself. Morty feels so small under him, and feels just as good as he imagined.
He& #39;s felt Morty before, but always roughly, always with urgency and purpose. Now, it the purpose is only to satisfy his hunger. There is resistance when Rick touches Morty, but it quickly fades. Morty is a good boy and knows Rick will take what he wants.
And while Rick touches him, he watches still. When Rick squeezes Morty& #39;s neck his cute features crinkle and turn red. When Rick licks into Morty& #39;s mouth the boy squeaks and shakes and his eyes start to tear up.
When Rick whispers gravely and slurred into Morty& #39;s ear that he& #39;s been watching and waiting for so long, and that he& #39;s "a good boy, doing so good for grandpa Morty".
