The air felt cool against bare skin, a nice contrast to the steaming hot bathtub. Rick had laid Morty gently on his bed and wandered over to his dresser drawer to fish something out. When he returned, laying down beside his grandson, he held a bottle of unmarked fluid that Morty sincerely hoped was human lube but in all likelihood was some kind of slippery alien substance that Morty wouldn't want to know the origin of. As soon as he lay down, Morty had latched himself back onto Rick, kissing him and pressing his wet body against him, hands slowly stroking his ♥♥♥♥. Rick returned the favour, using one hand to skillfully work his grandson's ♥♥♥♥, rotating his wrist as he went, and the other to trace small circles into Morty's lower back. Though being gentle was not a defining characteristic for Rick, he was pretty sure he'd proven it was, at least, a possibility. Morty's response to this was incredible.

you can turn horses into glue... can you turn people into glue???