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Lu Feng often found himself munching on mushrooms, the regular kind that grew in dark, damp places. He liked it in soups and stir fried and grilled, and so forth. He especially enjoyed the loving company of a certain little mushroom and had learned to savor his taste.
The idea had An Zhe red in the face as Lu Feng explained it. How far could Lu Feng take him into his mouth? Not just his human side, but both parts, man and mushroom. An Zhe had taken to glaring at him and spitting in his direction. However, arousal bloomed inside his desires. Perhaps it was just so that at some point, An Zhe developed a taste of his own for the other.
“Don’t bite or I’ll sting you again. You’ll fall unconscious,” An Zhe warned. Lu Feng couldn’t help but laugh.
“And you say I’m mean,” he mused.
“Don’t bite,” An Zhe mumbled, again. He huffed as he stripped his clothes and threw them onto the floor of the armored vehicle. Lu Feng allowed him to straddle his chest, and slowly, An Zhe dipped his cock past his lips.
Lu Feng kept his eyes locked as his cheeks filled out. An Zhe shuddered as he felt teeth graze along his shaft. Lu Feng’s mouth was so warm and wet. It reminded him of the darkness in the Abyss when night fell. Even then, the caves were darker still. An Zhe wasn’t sure if he should be feeling such tender nostalgia when he was caught in such a vulnerable position.
The deepest parts of his mushroom self yearned to reach further. He wanted to overtake Lu Feng.
An Zhe took a deep breath and carefully fastened his hands on either side of Lu Feng’s head, holding himself still. He pressed further and further until he felt the end of Lu Feng’s nose pressed against the mess of hair sprinkled along his groin. An Zhe’s balls rested easily on his chin. Lu Feng couldn’t move between An Zhe's body and the pillow under his head.
On any other given day, he’d pull out and thrust until he found release, even if no spore could come from any of these human mating rituals. Sex was just sex between them, a moment to cherish closer than any other would.
The tip of his cock tingled as he felt the veins extend. Hyphae spawned from his hole, feeling out like tiny scouts in innumerable amounts. Lu Feng groaned as they grew and twisted inside his mouth. His eyes rolled back delightfully as An Zhe reached around his tongue and filled the space between his teeth. If Lu Feng even tightened his jaw a tiny bit, he could sever An Zhe’s connection so easily. However, Lu Feng was a disciplined man. He’d spent worse nights in cramped spaces or standing for hours on end. Remaining slack within An Zhe’s hands felt akin to a measly brainteaser. He could maintain himself.
An Zhe let him breathe through his nose. His tendrils filled his mouth until it seemed like Lu Feng’s jaw might start to crack. Once he was at the limit, An Zhe reached deeper. Lu Feng wavered for a moment. Hyphae slunk past his uvula and spiraled into his esophagus. An Zhe could envision it and feel just how his body split towards his stomach, his lungs, and tethered into every vein.
It was almost like when he became the image of An Ze after he died. An Zhe took in his biological information and used it to alter his matter. Except that Lu Feng was alive, and An Zhe could feel him living all around him. Every breath he took contracted the strands. His heartbeat thrummed at the tips of his hyphae. It lulled right back into An Zhe’s body. They sang a silent song, back and forth, two becoming one.
An Zhe’s abdomen tightened and pulsed with jolts of pleasure. His grip tightened on Lu Feng’s skull.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hold back anymore,” he breathed.
His body roiled as he clawed his way through an orgasm. His cock expanded like a cloud. Lu Feng’s brows twitched. His eyes pinched as cum blew through his system right from the source to his gut. An Zhe moaned as he coated Lu Feng from the inside out. It murked up his airways. At this point, Lu Feng started to flail. He twisted and dug his nails into An Zhe’s hips, but the other wouldn’t stop, ignoring how Lu Feng grew disgruntled from how hard he tried to breathe.
“Lu Feng, Lu Feng, you feel so good. You—LU FENG!” An Zhe sobered immediately as he felt himself cut off from his hyphae. His pelvis was thrown out from under him. Any normal human would have felt unbelievable pain. He just had his cock bitten clean off. The bundle of roots left behind wilted on his groin. But An Zhe was a little mushroom. It felt like a sting, but now he just felt annoyed.
“I told you not to bite!” he snarled.
Lu Feng flipped them and opened his mouth. He choked up bits of mushroom and spooled his cum onto An Zhe’s chest. He sniffled and swallowed what remained. An Zhe felt his face heat up when he felt the immense bulge pressing against his thigh. Lu Feng had really eaten him. From the way he seemed to smile and lick his lips, Lu Feng was overjoyed at getting a bite.
All of a sudden, Lu Feng froze. An Zhe sighed, knowing what was coming, and shifted under Lu Feng. When he finally collapsed, his face fell into the crook of An Zhe’s shoulder.
“I warned him, too,” An Zhe scowled. Unfortunately, his man was out like a light and couldn’t hear his words. He angrily poked Lu Feng’s cheek. “Still a mean man. Mean! Mean! Mean!”
His hands fell back down to his sides. Accepting his efforts were futile, An Zhe slowly moved and rolled Lu Feng over. Thankfully, he was able to regrow his cock fine. He cleaned up as best as he could and proceeded to wait for Lu Feng to wake up. Watching the man sleep was far from the strangest hobby he had, but An Zhe pleasantly indulged in his staring even so. He looked peaceful and handsome. Perhaps, untouchable to all but An Zhe which made him quite pleased. Most mushrooms may not be too territorial, but An Zhe would stand that Lu Feng was his alone. Hours later, when Lu Feng woke, An Zhe smiled at him with familiar fondness.
“Hi. I hope you slept well,” he said.
“Jaw hurts a bit. Soar. But, it was nice,” Lu Feng admitted. He grunted and yawned. “What time is it?”
“Close to lunch time. Are you hungry? I can make something to soothe your throat.”
Lu Feng opened his mouth before closing it again with a smirk. An Zhe could sense impending doom on those lips.
“Don’t you dare say it, Lu Feng,” An Zhe growled. Naturally, his lover wouldn’t listen.
“How about some mushroom soup?”