~3rd person this time~
That night wasn't normal or quiet for the two either. It slightly got lewd. They were as quiet as they could be. Between the moaning, panting and whimpering, it would be hard to stay silent.
Morty woke up before Rick did, too sore to get up.
His neck was covered in hickeys, his torso in teeth marks, and his hips and below showed forming bruises. He didn't regret last night, actually, he wanted to do it again.
Not long after Rick woke up, Morty had fallen back asleep. If Beth or Jerry asked, he would tell them Morty is really sick and to stay away.
He loved him.
