Alchemical Kitchen

Recipe #2

Mushroom Risotto

The kitchen of Copper lacked the industrial grind of stainless steel. Instead, a more rustic and homestyle form of preparation stood.

Mori first noticed it when instead of clean counters he saw almost every spare piece of space devoted to baskets of ingredients.

He thumbed through a few baskets.

Someone enjoys cooking as much as living.

His exposed chest drank in the ambient heat of the kitchen, sending off an earthy and deep umami note.

"Starting early?"

A brittle voice behind him interrupted the inspection.

He turned and a youthful, yet cold young fem stood in the doorway. His bushy straw blond hair swept to the side, revealing a pair of intense brown eyes.

"Hello, I'm Mori."

The younger man strode forward, a clear mesh shirt complementing white PVC pants. He held his hand out daintily.

"Arborio is my technical name; I'm Rio or Bo to my friends."

Mori took his hand and noticed that Rio did not shake it back. Instead, he held it lightly.

Mori leaned and kissed it, the deep smell of starch and dry harvest impressing his lips.

Rio looked anything but impressed.

"Take it easy, Morel. I'm not yet primed."

A lusty smile crept onto his face.

"That's your job I suppose."

Mori was about to reply when Rio dipped past him, searching.

"In all your searching through these baskets, you didn't notice Copper's note?"

He held a green post-it note.

A hastily scribbled message from Copper read:

"Be there soon honeys, get started without me. Low heat."

The kitchen acknowledged the instruction and Mori felt the air glimmer and warm up.

Rio shimmered, his shirt shifting with his body.

Mori leaned, drinking in the scent.

"You seem familiar, do you know Jaz?"

Rio rolled his eyes.

"Ugh don't compare me to that one. He's all talk. Anyone can have him."

Mori located a zipper at the back of Rio's neck, unzipping it slowly. Rio stilled, but did not stop speaking.

"Smart boy."

Rio's back was free of hair, with a few freckles gracing his swimmer's body figure.

Mori knelt and kissed Rio at the base of his spine.

Rio shivered but remained stiff.

"I'm not going to give it that easy, Mushroom Man."

The deep umami flavor was everywhere, but Mori ignored it.

He went through his checklist.

A kiss on Rio's neck.

A hand on the blond's growing length under his pants.

He even pressed his lips to the blond femboy's lips, tasting his flavor.

Nothing. Zero. Nada.

The room was sweltering now, dangerously flickering with too much of his own musk.

"Would you like a hint?"

Mori scowled. All this work and effort had gone unacknowledged. Just so that Rio could play the savior just as Copper walked in.

"My boys, what's the matter? I see Morel, butter, and heat. Where is my Rio?"

Copper wore his middle aged body well, even making the slight paunch in his belly adorable. His shorn head was complemented by his fiery red beard.

"He's not doing it right," Rio offered briefly. Mori flared:

"You're giving me nothing."

"Mori, please don't fret," Copper soothed him, gently rubbing the Mushroom's shoulders. He eased the harness off and pulled both boys together.

Mori giggled and Rio smirked. Mori closed his eyes and felt Copper's scratchy beard kiss him, then opened as he repeated the ritual with Rio.

"Mushroom risotto is not a fiery clash, but a dance."

He eased the two femboys pants off.

Rio's breath caught. Mori exhaled sharply.

Copper held both of their cocks in his hand, massaging them together. Their heads were both exposed, glistening with excitement.

The friction was increasing. So was the heat in the kitchen.

Mori closed his eyes but for the first time, he did not smell earthy umami, but a sweet and milky taste.

Copper's hand found Mori's bare bottom and squeezed it.

"You just need a little rhythm."

He pushed Mori into Rio.

Their eyes opened, their lips fell into each other.

Copper removed his hand and Mori, driven by an urge to feel every scent of Rio's musk, took charge.

He stroked them vigorously, barely registering the clanking of Copper in the kitchen.

Rio grew larger in his hand, so that Mori could no longer get his entire hand around both of them.

Time to change approach.

A dry white wine being uncorked and poured.

Steam hissed and suddenly their two bodies were slick with sweat.

Mori dipped down and opened his mouth. Rio moaned softly as he let Mori take more of him inside.

Wet sounds.

The dry milky flavor in the air shimmered, and Mori pressed more of his essence out.

He wanted to taste himself and Rio.

Badly.

"Pace yourselves," Copper called out from the prep station.

The dry white wine hit his nostrils first. He withdrew from sucking Rio's cock and rose.

For the first time, the look on Rio's face was genuine.

"I was going to give you a hint," he teased, before he switched places.

The rush Mori got watching Rio suck his cock was overwhelming.

Rio sucked while squatting, not kneeling. Mori could see his jockstrapped glutes snap back as the rhythm picked up.

His golden aura penetrated every sensation of Mori's body.

His blond sweep of hair bobbed and Mori saw a startling transformation.

Rio's skin gradually shifted and blurred until it bore a sun-kissed tan like his. His blonde wavy hair darkened into a familiar earthy-brown tone.

Copper approved, whistling as he dove into the fridge.

"Better! Much better!"

Mori could feel a growing wave of pleasure erupt.

"Copper! We're almost--,"

Copper returned, something square in hand.

"Coming, coming!"

Mori remembered the recipe.

Butter.

Grassy nutty flavor erupted as the pan sizzled.

Mori panted as Rio drained him over and over. His cock twitched in pleasure.

He moaned.

The room glowed. The golden aura shifted with the brown tones.

Copper leaned back in, gently kissing Rio, tasting for flavor.

"Perfect."

The two femboys collapsed into a pile of flesh and limbs. Here, amongst the pleasure of the kitchen, Mori could not see where he ended and Rio began.

A blend.

He held his hand up. Rio held his.

"You big softy." Mori leaned in and kissed Rio on the neck. Rio wore mischief on his face.

"Now wasn't that better than Jaz?"