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Lying back on his bed, Morty’s bare skin is flushed and smooth. It’s tan and rich like clay, and Rick can imagine dragging his nails over it and carving it up. .... Morty turns his head into his pillow, lips parted and eyes dark, but he isn’t opening up.
“You gotta relax, Morty. Don’t you want it?”