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Comfortable 11: Scared Shitless

THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LIKE THE SEXUAL ASPECT OF THESE KINKS AND NOT FOR NEWBIES TO THIS KINK, UNDERAGED READERS, THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE JUST PASSING BY OUT OF CURIOSITY.

*I have made an announcement- so please make sure to read that. This will be my last posting until I return from my trip.

**I have never rewritten a chapter more than I have this one. I kept getting different ideas on how this should go and I kept changing the plot over and over again.

It was supposed to be a normal night- well, as normal as Halloween night usually was.

Teddy smiled cutely as he held his little pumpkin out for candy.

Harry chuckled as he leaned down to whisper in his godson’s ear. “Hey, Ted. Aren’t you forgetting to say something?”

Teddy looked thoughtful for a moment before brightening up as he looked at the elderly lady, who smiled softly at them, and chirped up with, “TRICK OR TREAT!”

The elderly lady chortled as she dropped a good handful of candy into his pumpkin. “He’s such a darling! And what a scary wolf you are!” She cooed at the little boy, who was dressed in a cute werewolf costume.

Both Harry and Draco grinned with pride as they thanked her before taking Teddy to the next house.

It was Halloween and Harry and Draco were taking Teddy out for some trick-or-treating.

In recent years, due to all the unfortunate events that occurred for him on most Halloweens, all Harry usually did on that day was visit his parent’s graves before staying at home, with Draco by his side for comfort.

They did not do anything special or celebrate anything; they treated that day as any normal, slightly somber day.

But last year, Teddy had begged to go trick-or-treating (after hearing about it from Victoire, who had learned about the day from her American cousins).

That year, Harry and Draco had offered to take the two kids themselves. Draco had asked Harry if he was alright with it- since he knew how Halloween affected his beloved- but Harry reassured him that it was alright.

The four had ended up having so much fun that the couple knew that they would make it a new tradition from now on.

Especially for Harry, it helped keep the bad memories of the day away- which made Draco happy when his lover was happy.

Unfortunately, Victoire had gotten chicken pox this year, which spread to the rest of the Weasley children (including poor Ron, who had also looked forward to joining them this year with his newborn daughter, Rose).

Fortunately, Teddy had already gotten chickenpox a few years ago so he was still able to go- and he promised Victoire and the rest of the children that he would bring them some candy later (but he confided to his Godfather Harry and Cousin Draco that he would keep the bubble gums to himself).

Carrying his plastic pumpkin (which Harry had casted an extension charm in it) Teddy visited all the houses and gathered as much candy as he could.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who took a handful of candy from one of the bowls that was laid out on a table and put it in his own pocket. Some people decided to skip interacting with the children, but not wanting any ‘tricks’ played on them for having no candy, they instead just laid out candy for those to grab themselves.

“The candy is supposed to be for the children.” Harry pointed out, though he tried to hide his smile as he found his lover’s actions adorable.

“Anyone who leaves candy out in the open like this is basically a free for all for anybody to take. And you’re always telling me that I should partake in more muggle traditions so that’s what I’m doing now.” Draco gleefully took another handful and placed it all in his pocket.

“Did you do an extension charm here as well.” Harry asked, curiously peeking into the pocket that didn’t seem as if it was holding a load full of candy as it should.

“A transportation charm. We should have a nice bowl full of candy when we get home.” Draco grinned, feeling completely satisfied with himself as he ate a piece of chocolate that he decided not to wait for.

Harry shook his head but decided to leave the matter alone- it was better that Draco got his own candy then try to paw it off from Teddy’s stash like he had last year.

The trio visited a few more neighborhoods and soon they were about to call it a night after one more house.

The last house they went to was decked out entirely in Halloween decor. It seemed like the owners left a table on their porch with large bowls of goody bags for the kids to take on their own (of course, Draco was ecstatic since this meant more candy for him too).

As they made their way to the house, Harry discreetly casted a spell over Teddy’s little pumpkin to make sure that all his candy was safe from any hidden poisons or needles. Draco of course, did the same with his own pocket and ate a few more of his candies while he was at it.

As they got up the porch, there was what looked to be a scarecrow sitting in front of the bowls of goody bags. As Teddy went to reach for a bag, the scarecrow suddenly jumped at them, making the trio scream.

When Draco jumped back and crashed against Harry’s front, Harry was close enough to hear a sharp fart come from his lover due to his shock.

Prrrrrtttt!

Draco, knowing that Harry heard his fart but thankfully no one else had, shot him a sheepish look as Harry just grinned back and shook his head in response.

“Wow! Your costume is amazing!” Teddy exclaimed, looking at the ‘scarecrow’ in amazement once he calmed down.

The scarecrow smiled (and how creepy it was) as he patted Teddy’s head. “Why thank you, boy. Feel free to take some goody bags. And your dads should take some too- no one is too old to enjoy something sweet!”

Both Harry and Draco blushed at the ‘dads’ comment but Teddy happily took two bags for his pumpkin. Draco of course, took up the offer as well and grabbed a few bags himself, and even shoved some in Harry’s own pocket, to his lover’s amusement.

“Have a Happy Halloween~” The scarecrow spookily called out as he waved the trio off as they turned to leave.

They apparated to the Burrow where Teddy shared part of his stash with the rest of the ill kids and with a pointed look from Harry, Draco begrudgingly shared some of his own candies with Ron (who was also put together with the chicken pox crew).

Harry rolled his eyes as he listened to his best friend bemoan once again about ruining his daughter’s first Halloween while cocking an eyebrow as he lost count of how much candy his lover had consumed so far- especially those Cadbury chocolate eggs which the blond must have eaten about twenty so far.

As Harry opened his mouth to accept the mini recess cup that Draco offered him, the three men suddenly jumped when Teddy rushed into the room, calling their names.

“I wanna go! I wanna go!” Teddy begged, tugging on Harry’s jeans.

“Teddy, do not do that to your godfather’s pants- that is rude and you will stretch out the material.” Draco scolded him, making Teddy let go with a reprimanded expression.

“I’m sorry, Cousin Draco. Uncle Harry.” Teddy apologized.

Both men gave him a kiss on the head, accepting the little boy’s apology before Harry spoke, “Now what were you going on about earlier?”

Teddy brightened as he held his hands out. “I wanna visit the Honey House!”

Harry looked confused. “I’m sorry, the honey what?”

“Are you hungry, Teddy?” Draco asked, trying to make sense of what the boy wanted.

Teddy only shook his head. “No! I don’t want to eat honey. I wanna visit the Honey house that Victoire listened to Uncle Ron telling them about earlier.

Harry and Draco turned towards Ron, who looked back at them sheepishly with a twizzler hanging out of his mouth.

“Now don’t tell Mione, but I kind of been telling the kids some ghost stories- with it being Halloween and all.” Ron admitted.

“Ron! They’re only children.” Draco now scolded him while Harry didn’t look too pleased neither.

Ron held his red spotted hands in defense. “The stories were harmless- nothing too gruesome, I promise.”

“So can I go the Honey House, Uncle Harry?” Teddy pleaded again, trying to give his godfather his best puppy-dog look.

Harry cooed at him while Draco raised an eyebrow at Ron. “And what is this ‘Honey House’ that you’ve been telling stories about?”

“Well, one of the stories was something that dad told us kids about when we were young.” Ron explained.

“Apparently there’s this muggle house in Surrey. Bethany Ray, Duchess of Norfolk, had inherited the place they called the ‘Honey House’ from her father in 1645.

“If she had gone to Hogwarts, she would have been sorted in Slytherin with how ambitious and ruthless she was- no offense, mate.” Ron quickly added, looking at Draco.

Draco only shrugged, unperturbed. “None taken. Continue.”

“So, she was known to being close friends with those in the elite circles. Her aim was to guarantee herself a place of influence with whoever ended up in power. She was equally strident in her personal life and took family members to court if they crossed her.

“When her first husband died, Bethany quickly married the also recently-widowed Joseph Cunningham, the first Earl of Norfolk. There were some speculations about how the suspiciously close deaths of both her first husband and the Earl’s wife were and how it had facilitated Bethany’s rise up the social ladder.

“When her second husband passed away, it was like Bethany’s luck ran out, along with her own health. She was forced to confine herself to a single ground floor apartment at the Honey House.

“There had been a few incidents reported which had Dad and a few other people from the Ministry visit the now abandoned house. They thought that maybe some illegal magic was going on which there shouldn’t have since no one but muggles had occupied the place previously.”

Looking around, Ron’s face darkened a bit as he leaned a bit forward. “Dad says that when he went there, the atmosphere was strange and oppressive. He also said that there was a large looking glass on the ground floor that even the biggest of their group was hesitant to look into and one of the lady’s could have sworn to see a women in black on the stairs.”

“I imagine Molly was happy that Arthur told all you children this story.” Draco sniffed, Ron smiling sheepishly in response.

“Well, no. Mum’s anger was more frightening to dad than the actual house. But anyway, that Bethany lady isn’t the only thing haunting that place- they also heard the ghostly screams of what was a suicidal young nobleman who fell in love with (and was rejected by) a servant girl, on the property.

“A young man called Edward McLaughton was at the house. He was in love with one of the kitchen girls but she was in love with the butler. Distraught, he threw himself out of one of the upstairs windows and died. But not before scratching his own name with the year he committed suicide into one of the window panes.”

Ron shuddered. “Dad said it was bloody terrifying being there.”

“But Ron, we have met real ghosts before.” Harry reminded him, recalling the ghosts at Hogwarts.

Ron shook his head, scratching absently at his arm. “This was different- and I heard that the ghosts of Hogwarts wouldn’t visit the house even if they could. Apparently when the twins had brought it up to Sir Nick, the ghost had looked spooked and refused to say anything further about it.” He told them ominously.

“Let’s go visit!” Teddy chirped up, looking at them excitedly.

Harry frowned as Draco shook his head. “Absolutely not. We are not going to visit a dirty old house on of all nights, Halloween.” Draco said, slapping Ron’s hand as he kept scratching quite vigorously at an itchy spot on his leg. The redhead pouted at him.

Teddy pouted as well. “But I want to meet the Lady in black!”

Harry also agreed with Draco, while he casted a spell to put more lotion on his itching best friend. “No, Teddy. Your grandmothers would also not want you to go and Grandma Cissa would especially have mine and Draco’s heads if we were to do so.”

“And mother would get away with our murders too now that her husband is the Minister of Magic.” Draco pointed out.

Draco was still over the moon when his mother and Kingsley had gotten married- he even cried at their bonding ceremony.

Despite everything, Draco still loved Lucius, but he was so happy that his mother found someone to spend the rest of her life with- someone who not only would never shove any Pureblood supremacy onto his family, but would make the mother and son finally feel like they truly redeemed their past crimes during the war.

Teddy sighed, looking disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to visit the ‘cool’ sounding house.

Then, the little boy suddenly brightened as he thought of something. “Then why don’t Uncle Harry and Cousin Draco visit the house instead?”

“Excuse me?” Draco gaped in disbelief.

Teddy grinned. “You two can visit and let me know if you see any ghosts!”

“Teddy…” Harry started.

“Actually…” Ron shrugged helplessly, quickly dropping the hand that was about to scratch his arm as the other two men both turned to give him looks of skepticism. “Us Weasley children (minus Percy, of course) always wanted to visit the place but mum always forbade it. It would be nice to know if someone else saw it and proved that it wasn’t just one of dad’s fond tales that he liked to tell us a time or two.”

“I don’t know…” Harry trailed off, looking at the pleading eyes of both his godson and best friend before looking questioningly at his lover.

Draco was also weak against his younger cousin’s pleads as he rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. “Well, I suppose in the spirit of Halloween, we can at least make a short visit.” He conceded, although sounding very hesitant and unhappy about it.

“Are you sure, Draco?” Harry inquired, hearing Teddy cheer as the little boy slapped his hand against Ron’s.

Draco nodded as he absently chewed on the piece of gum in his mouth. “If it’s us, I’m sure we can handle it.” He said, albeit softly.

Harry finally gave in as he let out a defeated sigh of his own. “Well, let’s get going then. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

(=^w^=)**************************

“Watch your step, love.” Harry warned as he overstepped a loose wood board on the floor and wanted to keep Draco from stepping on it also.

The pair had left Teddy at the Burrow and promised the little boy they would be back no later than an hour and that they would then all go back to 12 Grimmauld Place for bed.

They apparated to the address where Ron had told them the place was located at.

Honey House was a 17th-century house set in formal gardens on the bank of the River Thames.

The house itself was a huge brick building of three stories and nine bays, with a hip roof and ashlardressings that represented two distinctively different architectural styles and periods.

Harry had noticed that a stray cat nearby had earlier gave one sniff at its tall iron gates before letting out a hiss and scurried away quickly, as if trying to get away from something.

Draco and Harry had walked through the gates, which had been left unopened. They both had casted a lumos spell in order to make out through the darkness of the night before them (the only other light was from the stars and the full moon above).

The gardens of the abandoned property had become greatly overgrown– large bay trees at the front blocked the view of the busts in their niches, the south lawn had reverted to a single large expanse of grass and the wilderness was overgrown with rhododendrons and sycamore trees.

As their walked to the front of the house, Harry tried to turn the knob, but was unsurprised to find it locked.

“Here, move aside a bit.” Draco instructed and when Harry did so, he casted ‘Alohomora’, making the door slowly creak open. “Ready?”

“Yup. Scared Malfoy?” Harry couldn’t help but tease.

Draco turned his head to give him a snobby look that Harry hadn’t seen on him since their lower Hogwarts years. “You wish. As if Malfoys would be scared of an old house- we did live in Malfoy Manor, if you recall?”

Draco was hiding his grin as he heard Harry laugh behind him as they both entered the house.

Closing the door carefully, they both found themselves looking around the place.

Although being abandoned for many years, other than dust and a few spider webs around, the place was still quite impressive-looking.

It looked as expensive and historical as Ron’s tale made it out to be and the inside of the house looked much larger than what it seemed like from the outside.

“I think this place is even bigger than Grimmauld.” Harry commented, observing the tapestries on the wall.

Draco hummed as he walked around, although he kept one hand steady on Harry’s arm.

As they pointed out some pictures that were displayed around them- including what must have been the portrait of the Duchess herself, Draco spotted something at the corner of the room.

“Oh, look- isn’t that the looking glass that Ron mentioned earlier?” The blond pointed to the tall mirror in the room.

“Let’s check it out.” Harry said as he pulled Draco along towards the glass.

They both slowed as they came closer before turning to look at one another. “So…who wants to check and see if anything is in there?” Harry asked.

“Not me.” Draco said quickly.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“Of course not.” Draco denied, just as quickly. “It’s just that you’re closer to it so it would make more sense that you would check it first.” He tried to reason.

Harry only looked at him, obviously not believing him. “Right. Well, I suppose I’ll look then.”

Feeling Draco’s grip on him tighten just slightly, Harry moved closer to the mirror and peered right inside.

Looking around for a few moments, there was nothing unusual that Harry could see. He did feel a bit strange as he looked into the mirror, but he just chalked it all up to his nerves from the situation itself.

“Do you see anything?” Harry could see his lover looking away from the mirror as he asked the question.

“None as far as I could-“ Harry then stopped as he suddenly noticed something move in the mirror at the corner of his eye.

“Harry?” Draco asked as he turned away from looking at one of the portraits on the wall and saw his lover squint his eyes as he moved closer to inspect the mirror.

Harry frowned as he looked behind them to see nothing there before looking back at the mirror. “I thought I saw…” he trailed off, looking uncertain.

Draco frowned as he finally peered into the glass himself. “What did you see?” He asked, not seeing anything strange inside the mirror.

Harry shook his head. “Must have been nothing-“

Suddenly the sound of a door slammed from out of nowhere, making them both jump in the air.

BRAAPP!

Harry turned and saw Draco turning red, both their hands clutching one another tightly. “Excuse me.” The blond said meekly.

Harry chuckled, feeling his own heartbeat trying to slow down. “I forgot how much you fart whenever you get scared.”

Draco looked indignant at that. “I do not!” He denied, offended.

“You do too.” Harry shot back. “You farted when that scarecrow popped out at us during trick or treating earlier. Or that time when I told ghost stories while we went camping for that one week. And you always fart alot whenever we watch horror movies or sometimes when we visit mum and dad at the graveyard at night.”

Draco blushed but still gave him a disgruntled look. “I’m just naturally very gassy- you have firsthand experience in this, if I may remind you. And I’m just extra gassier from all that candy I consumed earlier.” He explained.

Harry gave him a look. “Right. But to think I’d live in a world where Draco Malfoy would admit to being gassy.” Harry couldn’t help but smile at that. It was a testament to how far the pair had come together.

Draco pointed his nose up. “Hmph. This is what happens when you constantly introduce me to new muggle things- it wrecks havoc on my bowels. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

And to make his point clear, Draco rounded his bum against Harry’s side and made sure to push a quite noisy fart right on his lover.

Prrrrraaaapppp!

“Stop farting on me.” Harry laughed, slapping Draco’s bum away although he obviously didn’t really mean it. He really loved how gassy his lover was.

Harry shook his head. “How you managed to live under the same roof as Voldemort and a bunch of death eaters, I’ll never know.” He looked at his boyfriend in amazement now.

Draco huffed. “With lots of indigestion potions and silencing charms. Many death eaters- especially those that just escaped Azkaban- had an undignified odor to them already so I just let them take the blame. It was convenient.”

“I could totally see you doing something like that, you wanker.” Harry snickered.

Draco ignored Harry’s laughter at his expense and was just about to grace his lover with another fart directly on his crotch this time, before he noticed something move in the glass in front of him. Suddenly his fart just rushed out of him, loudly and wetly. “Did you see that?”

“What?” Harry just finished casting a Odoratus Adlevo spell before he looked at Draco’s face, which suddenly paled.

Draco slowly raised his hand to point at the glass. “That door behind us- it was closed shut, right?” He muttered.

Harry blinked before he nodded slowly. “Well, yes. Why do you…oh.” Harry paused as he noticed that the door behind them had opened slightly.

Just as Harry took a step towards the door, Draco’s grip on his arm tightened, his nails almost piercing through his skin. “Where the bloody hell are you going?!” He demanded.

Harry cocked his head towards the door. “I’m gonna check to see if anything is there.”

Draco shook his head. “Are you crazy? And what if something is there?”

Harry shrugged. “Then we had found out.” Noticing just how terrified the other seemed, Harry raised his free arm and wrapped his around his lover.

He was surprised when he could feel all the rumbles and vibrations going on in Draco’s stomach. He had a feeling that it wasn’t just from all the candy the other had earlier. “Draco, what’s wrong? Is your stomach upset or something?” He asked worriedly, kneading his hand gently on the other’s tummy.

Draco let out a soft moan when Harry began to massage his middle, encouraging another slow fart to come out. “I just don’t like this place- it makes me feel all out of sorts.” He admitted.

“Draco, we’re Wizards and Aurors, remember? We’ve been through worser situations than this.” Harry reminded the other.

Draco was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “Okay. The truth is I actually have a deep fear of ghosts and spirits.” He confessed.

Harry’s jaw dropped. He knew that his lover was feeling a bit scared, but he didn’t know that the other had an actual fear for something like ghosts. “But we had ghosts of Hogwarts?”

“I stayed away as far as I could from them. Our house ghost, the Bloody Baron, gave me nightmares for weeks when we first started at Hogwarts.” Draco admitted.

“It all began when Aunt Bella used to tell me the most gruesome ghost stories when I was a child. Mother quickly put a stop to it when she learned of it, but by that point, it was too late and I’ve developed a deep fear of ghosts since.” He confessed.

Harry gritted his teeth. “That bitch.” He never knew he could hate Bellatrix more than he already did- but apparently he could.

“We can go leave now, you know. We don’t need to stay any longer if this place makes you uncomfortable.” Harry offered gently.

Draco gave him a small smile as he leaned in to press a kiss to the other’s lips. “Let’s check out a few rooms first so we can at least have more to tell Teddy and Ron what we saw, other than just the receiving room.”

Harry still looked worried, but nodded as he used his wand to spell the door behind them closed.

The couple walked up the stairs- which had intricate carvings of fantastical creatures that were shown on the panels- and checked out the other rooms in the house.

The atmosphere on the other floors seemed to be just as suffocating, if not more, than the ground floor.

Both men held onto each other as they walked through each room, commenting on the artwork and architecture that would have been more impressive if they were in any other place than in an abandoned house.

In one of the rooms, both Harry and Draco paused as they made out the burning smell of what seemed like someone smoking a cigar.

Harry looked around the room, the hairs on his skin standing up as he could sense no one else inside there except them. The burning scent gave him a bed feeling- he found himself thinking that he rather be smelling one of Draco’s musty farts at that moment.

And speaking of his lover’s gas, it seemed to be getting more and more noisier and sloppier as they came out.

Draco’s arse was especially active when they had visited what they were sure was the Duchess’ bedroom chamber.

Draco suddenly shivered as they entered the long gallery. The walls shown portraits of those who lived in the house and at the very end was a large window seeing though to the outside.

As they walked down the hall, suddenly one of the windows slammed open, making Draco fart again accidentally.

Brrraap!

PRRRTTTT!

“Dammit, that even caught me off guard!” Draco looked to see Harry glaring at the window, and suddenly the stench of one of Harry’s ripe farts wafted through the air.

This made Draco smile- he felt better knowing that he wasn’t the only one with flatulence issues when taken off guard.

As Harry dropped Draco’s hand temporarily to go close the window, Draco felt the blood drain from his face when he noticed a light shadow, shaped like a male, appear on the window, as if someone was standing on the opposite side.

“Harry!” Draco called out in terror, wondering why his lover didn’t notice what he obviously could.

Harry turned to him while closing the window, and Draco felt his eyes widen when the window closed and the shadow of the man disappeared along with it. “Yes?”

Draco gulped. “Harry, baby get over here- RIGHT NOW.”

Harry looked concerned as he looked back at the window- which looked completely normal- before making his way to his boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, studying the creeped out expression on Draco’s face.

Draco looked at him in disbelief. “Did you not see that shadow that was right behind that window just now?”

Harry blinked. “No…I didn’t see anything. And how could anyone be standing on the other side- we’re on the second floor and there’s no balcony out there or anything.”

That made Draco feel worse. “I could have sworn I saw the shadow of a man at the window.” He insisted.

Harry contemplated his lover’s words. “Hmm…maybe…” And Draco hissed at Harry again when he went back to the window and peered at it carefully.

“Holy shit!” Harry exclaimed.

“Not yet- it’s only gas.” Draco replied, just as another fart tampered off.

Harry shook his head as he gestured for Draco to come to where he stood. “Ah! Draco, come look!” Draco looked reluctant but he hesitantly moved to where Harry stood, making sure to hold the other’s hand tightly.

Draco peered down and felt his goosebumps rise as he read what was carved on the wooden grain on the windowsill.

It read, ‘Edward McLaughton 1657.’”

Giving another shiver, Draco shook his head while tugging at Harry’s hand. “Let’s quickly check out the third and final floor so we can finally get out of here as soon as possible.”

Harry agreed on his lover’s idea and with one more glance at the window where the suicide from Ron’s story apparently took place, they quickly scuttled towards the stairs.

BRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPP!

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin when an enormous fart suddenly bursted out of Draco just then.

Looking at the wide-eyed look of terror on Draco’s face, Harry followed his boyfriend’s gaze up the stairs and froze.

On the very top step stood a pale women, dressed in an all black gown, peering down at the both of them with hollow, empty eyes.

Harry’s auror instincts kicked in at that moment and he knew it was time for them to abandon exploring the top floor and just leave.

Pulling Draco to him, Harry immediately apparated them away, far away, from that bloody house.

Landing in their living room, both men sighed in relief as they found themselves in the sanctuary of their own property.

“We are NEVER going back there.” Harry announced, flopping heavily onto their sofa.

Draco nodded but stood around awkwardly. Harry opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, before the sharp stench of human waste hit his nostrils.

Looking around, Harry finally noticed the brown bulge that was currently tented out on Draco’s bottom.

“Oh, Dray. I guess that place really scared the crap out of you, huh love?” Harry joked lightly but stopped when he noticed just how terrified Draco really was.

Harry held his arms up and gently took Draco into a tight embrace. “It’s alright now, Draco. She and whoever else was in that house is gone now.” He told the blond in a soothing tone.

Draco’s eyebrows were scrunched together, his grey eyes still spooked as the blond stayed quiet.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder boomed out and they found themselves surrounded in darkness.

“Fuck. The lights went out- didn’t even know that there was a storm going on.” Harry muttered as he hurriedly casted a lumos.

As the room was lit up, Harry heard the sound of spluttering and crackling going on.

He turned and saw that Draco was once again pooping himself, but the blond seemed to be distracted as he still looked freaked out about what had happened.

Psssssssttttttt…

Harry then heard a tinkling sound and quickly spotted dark streams of liquid rolling down Draco’s pants and creating a huge puddle on their floor, the stench of urine now heavy in the air.

“Draco?” Harry called out. When he failed to grab the other’s attention, Harry decided he needed to do something.

Draco let out a noise when Harry pulled him down forcefully and suddenly Draco’s mouth was preoccupied by his lover’s lips.

After a few shocked seconds, Draco finally relaxed his frozen posture and leaned into his lover’s embrace, opening his mouth to accept Harry’s tongue when it seeked entrance.

They both snogged as Draco felt Harry’s hands on his bottom, smashing the mess there and spreading it out all over. Draco moaned loudly as he pushed another fart right onto Harry’s hands, the fart sounding as wet and gross as it felt coming out, with more wet poop slopping out of him.

Draco needed to hold onto Harry’s shoulders to keep himself from slipping on the mini cess pool he had created; the mixture of piss and feces spreading out below their feet.

Harry bit at his lips before pulling away, both of them panting while their cheeks were flushed. “Feeling better?” Harry asked, relieved to see the brightness back in his beloved’s grey eyes.

Draco gave him a warm smile as he leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against Harry’s own. “Much better. Thank you love- I needed that.” He told him gratefully.

“Mmm…” Harry nuzzled him back and they shared one more kiss. “I’ll always be here to help you with anything.”

“Well, I think I’ll need more of a distraction then.” Draco admitted softly. He still felt quite shaken at the sight of the lady in black. He hadn’t been lying when he had confessed his fear of ghosts.

When he had first caught sight of the terror before him, he literally felt his bottom fall out of his arse and he knew that he had defecated unintentionally.

This wasn’t the first time this kind of thing had happened to him.

The very first time he literally had the shit scared out of him was that first night in the Hogwarts hall during first year, when the Bloody Baron had risen up from their table during the opening ceremony.

Draco had been so terrified that he had pooped himself right then and there. Thankfully, neither Crabbe nor Goyle who were the ones sitting close to him at the time had noticed his accident.

Draco secretly casted spells to hide any smells and thankfully the long black robes the students wore would keep everything hidden until he could clean himself up in the loo later.

Thankfully, this time around, it happened with only his lover around.

And Draco was once again grateful for their shared fetish as Harry was only aroused by Draco’s little (not so little) accident in his knickers.

Harry nodded eagerly as he cupped the other’s bum and reveled in the mess that he couldn’t help but smash around in his hands.

Draco breathed heavily as he pushed his tush up against Harry’s hands, savoring the feel of his lover’s touch on him as his excrement seeped between the cracks and creases of his arse.

They kissed once more before Harry vanished his own clothing so he now sat nude on the sofa before removing Draco’s shirt and undoing his pants before pulling them down slowly, along with his knickers.

They both groaned as a warm rush of shit and urine spilled over them like a wave, immediately covering their lower halves and even getting up to their waists in Draco’s bodily wastes.

“Wow, it’s actually colored green- how Halloween-like.” Harry marveled as he observed the greenish-brown poop before them.

Draco sighed as another fart spluttered out of him, his arsehole quivering as more chunky poop glooped out and landed directly on Harry’s erection.

Blllrrrrrrttttttt…

Draco grinned when Harry’s breath hitched as he covered his lover in more of his waste.

“Mmm…must have been all that candy I’ve eaten. Maybe it had a strong dye inside or something.” Draco mused, rubbing his bottom over Harry’s crotch, spreading out his mess further.

“Ooh….I can’t complain. It’s like your bum is covered in porridge or something.” Harry cupped Draco’s soiled bum in his hand and giggled when they other deliberately pushed another mound of poop onto his palm.

Draco farted as he enjoyed the feeling of being this close with his lover. He even smiled when Harry began to smear his shit around, covering more of their chests and bellies in his mess. He couldn’t help but feel that familiar primal sense in him that always rose up in him whenever he managed to cover his lover in his shit, basically marking his lover as his.

They both rutted against one another, getting more and more friskier as they moved.

Draco panted as he could feel Harry’s hard on brush against his bumcheeks, covering his prick in Draco’s feces. “Baby, you can enter me you know.” He offered, his voice lowering down to a sultry note.

Harry stilled for a bit as he hesitated. “But I like it when you enter me.” He pouted slightly.

Also, after being covered in Draco’s poo, Harry could feel something in his own bowels wanting to come out soon. He was starting to crave the feeling of his boyfriend’s delicious cock inside of him.

Draco chuckled as he rubbed his hole right over Harry’s weeping erection, making them both moan. “We’re in too good of a position right now. Let’s take advantage of it and then I promise we can switch later.” Draco reassured him.

With Harry now laying down on their sofa and Draco straddling him, all Draco needed to do was plop right on top of Harry’s member and with how wound up they were from all their ‘foreplay’, he knew it wouldn’t take too long for them both to cum.

Harry finally nodded in agreement and casted a quick lubricant spell, making Draco moan loudly as he felt his hole widen as more poop fell out of him.

Watching the nice pile of actual solid stools land on him, Harry smiled as he watched another turd peek out of Draco’s hole. “Need to let out a little more first, Dray?”

Draco breathed out as he pushed out a bubbly fart, making a wonky-looking turd land beside his growing pile. “After all, I need to make room for you to fit this lovely thing inside of me.” He gently rubbed Harry’s member as he spoke.

Harry felt his breath hitch as some of his semen pearled over his tip. “Well, make all the room you can then. I do love it when you take a dump on top of me. I love it even more since I know I’m the only one who will ever witness it.” He leered.

“The only one.” Draco agreed, smirking as he leaned down to kiss him. “And you love it when I defecate regardless.” Draco winked, spilling some more of his ‘porridge’ over the both of them.

Harry sighed as he enjoyed the sight of Draco pooping on him. “So posh. Defecate. Just say poop, you git. Or taking a shit. Unloading your crap. Making doo-doo.” Harry grinned wider when Draco snorted- both through his nose and his arse.

“Who even uses the words ‘doo-doo’ unless they’re under five years old? It’s sounds so…juvenile.” Draco wrinkled his nose in slight distaste at the words.

“You did just now. And you also said it that one time when you thought George and I were having a fling.” Harry told him, snickering when Draco shot him a look of horror.

Draco groaned. “Oh god. I thought we agreed never to bring that incident up again.” Even now, Draco couldn’t believe how he could ever think that his Harry would ever cheat on him with anyone else- especially George, of all people.

He should have known how much Harry loved him- the man was currently covered in Draco’s own fecal matter for Merlin’s sake!

“Okay, sorry. But it is cute when such ‘juvenile’ words do sometimes come out of that posh mouth of yours.” Harry smiled, rubbing one of his dirtied hands up and down Draco’s hip.

“Hmph. Well, don’t get use to it.”

Harry pecked his lips. “Whatever you say.”

Draco rolled his eyes before giving Harry a playfully, snobby look. “I’ll say. Fine, well you better plug me up now cause I’m about to make more ‘doo-doo’ right this second- ughh, I can’t even take this seriously when I say that.” He shook his head, chuckling as he felt ridiculous.

Harry laughed along with him. “Me too. Alright, let’s stop talking. Dray- lift your bum up a bit.”

Draco did so and without further warning, dropped his bum right on top of Harry’s prick, both of them almost shouting as they were finally connected fully in one straight go.

“Ohhh…I forgot how good this feels.” Harry exhaled. Even though he preferred to bottom, his cock did enjoy being encased inside his lover from time to time.

Draco hummed as he shifted around, trying to angle himself so Harry could hit his most pleasurable spot.

Harry grabbed the other’s hips and helped along until he finally hit his lover’s prostate, making Draco stiffen as he gasped out loudly. Harry smiled as he knew that he had found it.

Grabbing a firmer hold on his lover since the poo on them made things a bit more slippery, Harry thrusted his hips up and he watched Draco nearly bounce on top of him as their movements began going faster and faster.

They both panted as they came closer to completion, Harry shifting his gaze between the expression of pure, unfiltered pleasure on Draco’s face, looking where their bodies were connected and watching more brown sludge ooze out around Draco’s hole and dripping over Harry’s crotch.

As he enjoyed the view in front of him, Harry could suddenly feel the tip of what most likely was to be a huge turd poking out of his own rectum once more.

Harry immediately have a good push and a loud booming fart echoed around the room.

BRRRRAAAAPPPP!

Draco gave a breathy laugh as he heard the fart that obviously didn’t come out of his own hole and gave his own a wet fart in return. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll enter you soon enough.” He assured his lover, thinking his lover was trying to entice him to enter inside him instead. Draco rocked his hips in order to quicken their releases so he could do just that.

What Draco didn’t know was that Harry was currently pushing his own load out. Harry had bent up his legs so his feet was flat on the couch and he continued to poop while letting Draco bring them to their climaxes.

Clenching his arse, Draco pulled himself up slowly so his messy walls were squeezing Harry’s member as he did so and taking a deep breath, he slammed himself right down on Harry.

That was the final straw for the both of them as they were brought over the edge together.

Both men shouted as they came, squirting semen both all over their bodies and right inside of Draco.

Draco caught his breath as he laid a hand on Harry’s chest, trying to keep his balance as he sat on his lover’s softening cock.

Slipping out of Harry with a sickening ‘pop’ Draco pushed himself off to scoot his bum down to sit on the sofa cushion instead.

He suddenly paused when he felt something splat underneath him when he sat.

Draco looked down and blinked at the mound of light-brown log that was coiled below him, smaller logs and nuggets scattered around the sofa as well.

For a moment, Draco wondered if all of this came out of him somehow but he soon realized the truth when he looked up to see the bashful expression on Harry’s face.

Draco chuckled as he leaned down to give his lover a sweet kiss. “I’m guessing I’m not the only one who had to go?”

Harry hummed as he darted his tongue out to lick at Draco’s lips. “I couldn’t help it- seeing you go made me need to go as well.”

They giggled as they shared more kisses while Draco rubbed his bottom to cover himself in more of Harry’s mess.

“I feel like our Halloween was a complete success Dray.” Harry sighed as he laid there, body completely sated.

Draco nodded. “We truly outdid ourselves this year. Oh! What about Teddy?” He paled when he suddenly remembered his cousin and how they were supposed to pick him up and bring him to their home for the night.

“We’ll pick him up after we finish up here- I’m too comfortable to move right this second. Also, we can let Ron stew and wonder about what’s taking us so long.” Harry shrugged.

Draco snorted as he rolled his eyes. “Yes- it’s that bastard’s fault for getting us involved in that blasted house in the first place.”

“We are NEVER going back there ever again.” Draco told Harry threateningly.

Harry nodded as he leaned up to peck at Draco’s nose. “Don’t worry. I didn’t like how creepy that place was neither. With the amount of supernatural things going on, it had me on edge the entire time. It reminded me of how 12 Grimmauld Place used to be.”

Draco smiled as he absently rubbed either his or Harry’s or both of their mush over his thigh. “That’s right- I forgot how much of a horror this place used to be before I moved in.”

During their starting days, both men had put Grimmauld Place through a complete makeover- well, more like Draco forced Harry to help him transform Grimmauld into a home that was actually habitable to live in.

Looking around and seeing how it looked now was like a complete 180.

Despite it belonging to a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, Grimmauld Place was now quite Hufflepuff in color with its lemon chiffon and ivory walls which went brilliantly with their cream colored furniture (which the couple adored even more since it made it made whatever messes they had actually pop out all the more).

But in all honestly, the couple had just wanted a home that was bright and inviting to live in. And the brighter their house was (without being downright blinding) the easier it was to keep any dark shadows or bad memories away.

Harry sighed as he smiled at their home. “Yeah. I mean, there were even a few boggarts that were hidden in some of the rooms- nasty work that was when the order had to rid them all.”

Draco frowned. “I can imagine. How did you get rid of all the ghosts that I’m sure this place had? Did you cast certain spells or do one of those muggle exorcisms I’ve heard about?”

Harry shrugged. “Never really needed to. The ghosts never liked to stay long and would quickly disperse when this place was being used for the Order of the Phoenix. And when you and I were renovating this place, most of them had already passed on to other places. And the few that stayed are harmless so I wouldn’t worry too much about them.” He explained, shifting a bit on the sofa to ease a cramp that was starting in his leg.

“…the few that stayed?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, this had been their home for many years after all- I felt bad about forcing them out after staying here for so long. And it’s really mostly the little girl that likes to play in the garden that actually stays all the time now.”

Draco froze as he stared at Harry with wide eyes. “What little girl?”

Harry didn’t notice the other’s horrified reaction and explained. “There’s a little girl who passed away in this house years ago- she’s shy and doesn’t really talk so I don’t really know her story well.

“But I’m surprised you’ve never seen her since I see her all time whenever you’re out picking your herbs for your potions. She especially likes to hold onto the edge of your shirt from behind when you-“ Harry suddenly stopped as he finally realized how pale and clammy Draco had gotten.

They both stared at one another in silence.

Suddenly the thunder from the storm outside boomed again and lightning flashed across the room.

A low and bassy fart suddenly went off in the room and Harry watched Draco’s face become paler by the second as he began farting uncontrollably.

Harry quickly sat up and began to straddle over Draco’s stiffen body now.

“Well, enough of that talk. Shall we start with round two now?”

*On a side note, the house from Ron’s story actually exists and it’s not abandoned, but the ghost stories about it are real. It’s under another name which I was originally going to use- but when I first started writing this chapter (on Halloween day, mind you) I kept having an unsettling feeling the entire time. So I decided to change it up and immediately the feeling went away. Strange, huh?

#Farting #Omorashi #Pooping #HP #Comfortable #Draco #Harry

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Another Accidental Peek

*I received another story from @burstingkiawe YAY! 😆 You have really good timing since I’ll be making an important announcement this weekend. I really loved your story and you all can read it here: https://burstingkiawe.tumblr.com/post/678327781294276608/dracos-dangerous-diaherria-another-harry

**So, as promised again, they requested another KNB fic from me. Like I’ve said before, I’m only writing Drarry right now but I have a small stock of fics from my other fandoms that I’ve stored just in case for the future (like when I don’t feel like writing but I need to post something here cause it’s been a while). So, I also wrote this story years ago but am finally posting it now. It’s kinda like the sequel to my previous fic: An Accidental Peek

I hope you all enjoy- especially you, burstingkiawe! 🤗

"Haahh...I'm so tired." Sakurai Ryou sighed as he slumped against a tree trunk, trying to catch his breath.

Their team was one of the many high school basketball teams in Japan that were invited to join an all-around training camp that was been being sponsored by an overseas organization.

Sakurai had been put in the group that was focusing on their speed training for that day.

During his resting break, he decided to venture on his own to get a better scope on the area (they were in a remote forest) and as time went by, didn't noticed how far off he had gone.

Deciding to turn back to join his group, Sakurai heard some footsteps nearby.

Suddenly feeling scared as he was alone in a strange place, he immediately hid himself in some tall bushes to see who it could be.

His eyes widened as he saw Kaijou's Kise Ryouta, who had also been placed in his group, come into view.

The blond model was humming a song which Sakurai recognized from some anime as he skipped around one of the trees. Sakurai didn't think it would be a good idea to scare the other by suddenly appearing, so he decided to stay hidden.

The mousy brunette watched as the blond model stopped a few feet away from him, right in front of a thick tree. The blond turned to his left and right, looking as if he was checking to see if anyone was around.

Satisfied that he was alone, Kise grabbed the band of his jogging pants. Sakurai's eyes widened when he saw Kise pulling down his pants and underwear enough so his penis was poking out. The brunette panicked as he realized what the blond had come there to do.

Sakurai suddenly thought of the accident he had witnessed two nights ago from a certain Shuutoku pair and paled.

Before he could try to move away, Sakurai froze as he watched a strong stream of yellow urine shoot out from the blond's penis and onto the tree. Sakurai was close enough to see the small steam from the pee that the blond let go.

Kise moaned loudly in relief, making Sakurai's cheeks blush at how indecent it sounded.

After one minute, the model's stream tampered off until it was finally done.

Sakurai waited for the other to pull his pants up and leave, but as the model continued standing there with an intense look on his face, Sakurai soon turned confused.

The mousy brunette started to panic once more when Kise suddenly pulled his bottoms all the way down to his ankles and turned around so his back was facing Sakurai and the tree. When Kise squatted down, Sakurai had a clear view of the model's butthole.

Almost immediately, Sakurai watched with a flabbergasted expression on his face as Kise's hole immediately opened as a huge fart came out.

BRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!...

Sakurai internally cursed his luck for having to witness something like this again.

He knew that he shouldn't be watching the small forward’s private moment, but his body was completely frozen and he couldn't get himself to turn away before the blond in front of him took a deep breath and his body began to stiffen.

Sakurai watched as a brown knob peeked out of his butthole. Kise gave a loud grunt and pushed, causing more of the knob to come out and slowly became something that resembled a log. It was a chocolate brown color and it’s girth was very thick.

As Kise pushed, little puffs of gas sounded into the air as the log slowly made its way out. Kise gave a small gasp when his log fully came out, making a small plopping sound when it landed on the ground.

Ppppppprrrrrrttttt!

Another fart ripped out of the blond as he gave another grunt, with another brown log peeking itself out. This log was skinnier than the first and seemed to just slide out of the blond at an easy pace.

When that too landed on the ground, Kise gave a few more experimental pushes to see if there were any more that wanted to come out.

When nothing else came out of the model's rear end, Kise went to take something from his pants pocket.

Sakurai watched as the blond reached behind him with the tissue he had gotten and wiped his dirty bottom throughly. When he was done wiping, he dropped the soiled tissue onto the ground.

Giving a loud satisfied sound, Kise pulled up his clothes and adjusted them accordingly.

Looking behind him to see his creation, Sakurai watched as the blond blushed as he gave a small giggle. "Wow, I really needed to go, ne?"

From where Sakurai was hidden, he could easily see what the blond had just produced.

On the ground was one chocolate brown log that looked to be about 8 inches long and 1 1/2 inches thick. Next to it was a lighter brown log, about six inches and less than an inch thick.

Still thinking about what he had witnessed, Sakurai watched the blond walk away- probably to head back to the training camp.

The brunette's eyes widened when he saw Kise run into Kajio's captain, Kasamatsu Yukio, up ahead.

Sakurai couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, but he could see Kise smiling happily at his captain, giving the other a large hug, while the other looked to be yelling back at the blond as he pushed him away and gave him a kick to his bottom.

Kise pouted and said something, probably a complaint. Sakurai's jaw dropped when he saw the Kajio captain lean up to give the blond a kiss on the lips- most likely as an apology. So those two were dating?

Unable to hear anything- the couple were too far away- but Sakurai could clearly see Kaijo’s captain suddenly freeze for a brief moment before his face flooded in a deep red.

Kise suddenly laughed, causing Kasamatsu to glare at him before giving another swift kick at the blond’s chin. Sakurai had always been impressed that the shorter point guard could aim that high.

Kise was still giggling as he held his bruised chin, now trying to console an embarrassed-looking Kasamatsu. Eventually the two calmed down and Kasamatsu even let Kise intertwine their hands for a bit.

After more chatting, it looked like Kasamatsu was trying to shoo Kise away now although his boyfriend clearly looked like he wanted to stay with the older.

Eventually giving in- especially when Kasamatsu gave Kise another kick, followed by a kiss that was much more deeper than the first and left Sakurai blushing hotly- Kise cheerfully waved goodbye to his boyfriend as he walked away.

Kasamatsu was still rolling his eyes as he walked in the direction that Kise had just come from. When he stopped at the same tree that Kise had relieved himself just moments ago, the captain's eyes widened as a choking sound came out.

"That idiot! He can't just leave his mess out in the open- he needs to cover it at least!" Kasamatsu hissed, his face turning an alarming shade of red as he saw what his boyfriend had created.

He knew that there was no way this monstrosity was created by a random animal and since his boyfriend had just told him that he had stopped for a bathroom break, Kasamatsu easily put one and one together.

"Damn, what the hell did that idiot eat?!" Kasamatsu muttered to himself as he grabbed some leaves from a nearby branch to cover his boyfriend's feces as best as he could. Rolling his eyes, Kasamatsu walked to the tree right next to Kise's.

Sakurai's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Kasamatsu drop his pants down to his knees and bent over. 'Him too?!' Sakurai thought, panicking at this. Once again he was unable to make his escape.

Kasamatsu's anus opened up and immediately a log came out before quickly landing on the ground. Sakurai heard a hissing sound and deduced that the older man was also taking a leak while he dropped his load.

The captain was much faster to relieve himself as two more logs immediately slipped out of him and landed below. The older man was also less gassier than his boyfriend since only one small airy fart came out during the whole process before he finally finished.

Sakurai noticed that the captain didn't bring any tissues with him (even though he probably didn't need any since his dump was fairly clean and solid) so Kasamatsu only shook himself off before pulling up his clothing.

There were three dark brown logs, all about five inches each and one inch thick on the ground. Sakurai watched as Kasamatsu grabbed more leaves from a nearby branch and covered his own creation with them.

Giving a satisfied grunt, Kasamatsu turned around to go back to the camp.

Sakurai stayed in his hiding spot, still in disbelief at what he had to witnessed yet again.

Shaking his head, he immediately got up and left, not wanting to wait for yet another person to do their business in front of him.

#Farting #Omorashi #Pooping #KNB #Kise #Kasamatsu #Sakurai

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peculiarmindset · 2 years

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Do you have accounts on other social media?:3

For this content? I only have Tumblr and AO3.

I’m no good with social media- I’m pretty suspicious about interacting with strangers on online sites like Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, etc. so I don’t have it 😅

#Asks

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Comfortable 10: Feeling Flushed

THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LIKE THE SEXUAL ASPECT OF THESE KINKS AND NOT FOR NEWBIES TO THIS KINK, UNDERAGED READERS, THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE JUST PASSING BY OUT OF CURIOSITY.

*This chapter is late- I’m so sorry! I’ve been so busy and stressed out that I never had the chance to upload it yesterday. I’m going to be honest with you all…I have been seriously debating going on hiatus for a while now. I’m still trying to hold on though…

“HARRY!” Draco screamed. He felt his heart stop as a dark purple light struck his lover in the arm.

“DRACO GET DOWN!” Draco barely had time to duck before his shoulder was struck by the same curse- narrowly missing his throat.

A strange feeling spread from his shoulder to his body, making Draco lose his balance for a split second before he rolled to his right, avoiding another curse aimed his way.

Harry and Draco were currently in the middle of an underground raid. They were currently in combat against a whole group of dark potion dealers who were doing illegal potion trafficking.

As he casted a stunning spell at one of the dealers who had also struck their fellow auror Neville Longbottom with the same curse, Draco sighed in relief when their back up finally arrived and with the number of aurors far outweighing the illegal group, their enemies quickly forfeited.

“Draco, are you alright?” Neville panted, gritting his teeth against the pain in his left side where the curse hit him.

“I’m fine- you?” Draco heaved, trying to roll his shoulder that was also aching from the unknown curse.

Neville snorted. “The pain is a bugger, but I’ll make it. How about Harry?” Draco’s eyes widened as he turned to look for his partner and lover.

Draco rushed to where Harry was sitting back against a crate of unopened vials.

Kneeling beside him, Draco reached up to cup Harry’s cheeks between his hands. “Harry, love are you alright? How’s your arm? And has your fever worsened?” Harry’s skin felt clammy and very hot to his touch.

Harry winced in pain and nodded, his eyes looking glazed over. “I don’t feel good.”

Ever since that morning, Harry had been running a low-grade fever. It must have been the aftereffects from being out in the cold snow for the past few days.

But when the couple received a call from Robards about infiltrating the secret potion ring with a few of their coworkers as well (including Neville- whose old partner Ron had resigned from the Aurors a few months ago in order to help George with Weasley Wheezes. He was now his business partner and the redhead found himself enjoying this job more than he ever did being an auror).

Harry somehow managed to convince Draco that he was well enough to go on the raid as long as he took a fever reducer potion.

But now Harry looked much worser for wear, with his tanned skin a greenish tint while Harry looked completely tired and in pain.

“Anti-magic curse?!” Draco had his arm around Harry and had just helped his partner to stand when he heard Neville shout loudly in horror.

“It’s a new and highly illegal curse. The effects will last only a few hours, but in the meantime anything involving magic will not be effective to those who received the curse.” One of the emergency mediwitches informed him, grimacing when none of the healing spells they casted worked on Neville.

“So that means it will cancel all types of magic- like fever reducer potions- as well, correct?” Draco added, looking grim at the regretful nod he got as a response.

“Draco, ullp…” Harry puffed his cheeks out and Draco quickly turned him around as Harry proceeded to vomit all over the open crate behind them.

“Shh…its okay, just let it out.” Draco murmured soothing words to his lover as his lover continued to spew his guts all over a quite crucial piece of evidence at the crime scene. But Draco couldn’t give a damn about illegal potions- all he cared about was that his Harry was currently suffering.

“Everyone clear out- go through the other floors upstairs to see what other illegal activities were taking place.” The loud voice of their boss, Gawain Robards, barked out and immediately most of the team left the room, leaving Draco, Harry, Neville, the mediwitches and a few aurors who was gathering the rest of the crates.

“Anti-magic curse?” Robards frowned as he casted a worried look at three of his top aurors who were hit by it, eyes straying on Harry who was now leaning heavily against Draco with his eyes closed.

“They won’t be able to apparate or even use a floo- anything involving magic will be rendered useless.” The mediwitch informed him. “Their magic will return slowly in a few hours, but for the next few days they will only be able to use the most basic of spells until their magic is fully restored.”

“And Potter?” Robards asked gruffly, turning to Draco now.

“Harry woke up with a fever this morning but we thought he would be fine as long as he took a potion- which is now completely ineffective.” Draco confessed.

The older man sighed, rubbing his temples. “He should have never been on the mission in the first place if he was sick- potion or no potion.” He scolded them, Draco full of repentance while Harry was just out of it.

“Longbottom, you, Malfoy and Potter are off-duty for one week- then you’ll all be put on desk duty until cleared by one of Mungo’s mediwitches. Malfoy, there’s a restroom on the bottom floor- Potter looks about to blow again at any moment so get him there before he ruins the crime scene any further. Longbottom, we’re gonna have to find you three a muggle vehicle in order to get you guys home since that’s your only option now.” Robards barked.

They nodded and Draco helped Harry to the stairs. “Malfoy!” Draco turned to looked at his boss. “Make sure you and Potter get some rest and for bloody sake don’t ever come on any of my missions if either of you idiots are sick, you understand?” He scowled at the couple.

Draco barely kept the smile off his face as he shouted, “Yes sir!” Gawain Robards may be strict and gruff at times, but he did take care of his aurors.

As Draco helped Harry downstairs, the last thing he heard was Neville saying something about needing to hijack a car while Robards scolded him that there would be no hijacking on his watch.

Harry began to let out short farts as they walked down the hall, but thankfully they were the only ones on that floor- with everyone else was on the upper floors.

The bouts of gas started to sound wetter and wetter until Harry started to whimper and as soon as Draco opened the door to the loo, Harry pulled himself away and rushed to the toilet.

Shoving his auror robes aside, Harry pulled his pants and knickers down and planted his bum on the seat.

BRRRRAAAPPPPPP!

Immediately a loud fart boomed out followed by the sound of liquid spewing right in the toilet.

“Urgghh…ullp!” Harry turned very green and Draco just barely had enough time to grab the trash bin nearby and shove it right in front of Harry to be sick in.

Draco found himself wishing that he still had magic, at least to cast Odoratus Adlevo, since the combination of diarrhea and vomit was not a pleasant one.

Draco shook his head and pushed away his churning stomach to focus on caring for his sick boyfriend.

Harry groaned as he continued to relieve himself from both ends. His head was aching, cursed arm throbbing and his stomach was gurgling like mad.

Draco rubbed Harry’s stomach, trying to ease the other’s cramps when it tightened and released another loose wave of diarrhea.

When Harry was finished throwing up but was still pooping, Draco took the bin outside, far from the room, and returned to continue to aid Harry.

Prrrtt! Prrrtt!…brap!…brrrrrtttt…

“I’m sorry, Dray.” Harry said weakly, his flatulence coming out non-stop as a spurt of liquid poo would come out every now and then.

Draco waved it off and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s clammy forehead. “Nothing to be sorry for, love. I just want you to feel better soon.”

“I feel so sick.” Harry mumbled, giving a grunt as a semi-solid piece plopped loudly into the toilet.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Draco comforted him, combing back the dark sweaty hair away from his boyfriend’s face.

As another wave of diarrhea hit, Draco and Harry both jumped as their auror cellphones (the newest wizard-muggle hybrid invention, courtesy of one Theodore Nott) went off. Harry clenched his arse cheeks together, not wanting to make any noise as Draco looked at the caller’s name before answering. "Neville?"

Draco nodded as he listened to Neville telling him that they found a car and that he had water bottles for them (especially Harry) that he was going to bring to them.

Draco continued to rub Harry’s upset stomach as he put the phone to his ear. "Neville, we’re on the ground floor, third door to the right. Make sure to knock first- Harry’s still not feeling well and we’d like to keep his privacy, yeah?”

Hearing some sort of ruffling sound on the other line, he guessed that Neville was nodding. "I understand. Should I come now or wait for you guys to meet me here instead for the water and ride?”

Draco glanced at his pale lover before saying, "Bring the water here- Harry really needs it. Give a knock and I’ll grab the bottles." Draco instructed him. They exchanged a few more words before hanging up.

As soon as the phone hung up, a violent torrent of diarrhea exited Harry’s bum, making Harry sigh/groan in relief.

Draco tsked and immediately continued his rubbing, "Shh...you shouldn't have held it in Harry. You know that it’ll only make it worse."

Harry looked stubborn before twisting his face as more raunchy farts came out.

When there was a knock at the door, Harry was unable to keep his current wave quiet as Draco quickly slipped out the door, a loud fart escaping the room before he could close it in time.

Hearing the fart and having a glimpse of the sick man inside, Neville gave Draco a pitying look as he handed over the water.

“He sounds and looks horrible.” Neville gave Draco a sympathetic pat.

“It’s coming out of both ends.” Draco sighed. “I feel so vulnerable and useless without magic. It hurts to see him so ill.” Harry was rarely, if ever ill. The most Draco had ever witnessed was when his lover had a bit of a sniffle when it got too cold. But other than that, Harry’s immune system was normally very strong.

“You’re not useless, mate. You’re doing all you can do and I think you’re doing a fine job taking care of your man. Everything will be fine.” Neville assured him.

Draco smiled, feeling better. Who would ever thought all those years ago that Neville Longbottom would end up comforting Draco Malfoy and that they would actually become good friends someday?

“Thanks, Nev. Well, I’m gonna get these to Harry and hopefully he’ll be well enough to meet you at the car.”

Neville nodded. “Take your time. Give me a call when you both are ready and I’ll meet you at the entrance.”

Draco nodded before going back into the loo, nose wrinkling as the strong stench hit him once more.

Shaking it off, Draco crouched down beside Harry. “Come love, drink this and let’s get you hydrated, hm?” He helped Harry finish off one bottle and then continued to rub the other’s belly as he himself made sure to drink some water as well.

They stayed in the loo for about fifteen more minutes before Harry weakly announced that he was done.

“Are you sure, love?” Draco asked, looking at him worriedly.

Harry nodded slowly as he shifted on the seat- his bum felt so sore! “I want to go home already. And it stinks so bad in here.” He whined.

Draco helped Harry lean forward and Harry was so sick that he didn’t even feel embarrassed like he usually did when Draco wiped him up.

Draco used quite a bit of paper to wipe all the brown doo-doo that dribbled down Harry’s hole and entire cheeks.

Draco then took Harry’s undies, which had a light brown slimy streak in the middle where his lover didn’t quite make it to the toilet in time, and washed it in the sink and did his best to quickly dry it as much as he can (how muggles survived without cleaning spells, Draco will never know).

He made Harry drink half of a bottle more of water before he helped the other fix his clothes and finally stand up.

Draco grunted when most of Harry’s body weight was on him, but he strongly held his lover up as he flushed the toilet, grimacing when it made a weird noise and didn’t move.

Draco just closed the lid with his foot before walking them both out of the room.

Draco had given Neville a call while they were in the loo so when the couple went outside, they were immediately greeted by their fellow auror.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Neville asked, giving his longtime friend a concerned smile.

Harry weakly returned the smile as he shrugged his shoulders a little. "I've been better." Both Draco and Neville helped Harry into the back of the car (which was brought over legally and not hijacked).

As Neville started to reverse into the road, Harry felt a little gurgle in his stomach. He let out a little gasp as he put his hand on his stomach. Draco saw this and whispered in his ear, "Do you have to go again?"

Harry shook his head as he replied quietly back, "No, but I think the motions of the car is upsetting my stomach a bit."

Draco slipped his arm around Harry while telling Neville to drive carefully since Harry’s stomach seemed to be very sensitive to quick motions.

Neville began to drive as carefully as possible (but not too slow since they did want to get home as soon as possible). There was soft music playing in the car which made Harry very sleepy, distracting him from his slightly rumbling tummy.

Seeing Harry yawn, Draco pulled Harry closer to him to let his lover rest his head on his shoulder. Draco hummed quietly to him, hoping that if Harry slept through the ride, he could avoid having any accidents. A few minutes later, the car was suddenly filled with Harry’s light snores.

Hearing that Harry was sound asleep, Neville lowered down the volume of the radio and peeked at the couple through the rear view mirror before looking back at the road. "Is he really okay?" He asked quietly, not wanting to wake Harry up.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment before turning back to Neville. "He's better, but he's very prone to having an accident." He warned, not wanting to embarrass his lover further but it needed to be said.

"I've known Harry for over ten years but this is the first time I’ve seen him so sick. I’m pretty shocked, to be honest." Neville confessed, stopping at a red light.

Draco smiled a bit as he told Neville, "To be honest, I rarely seen him sick as well. And not to this extent. But I’m glad I can take care of him- I guess it really does prove exactly how much I love Harry." He chuckled when Harry let out a slightly loud snore at that moment.

Neville let out a quiet laugh as well as he said, "You must love him a lot to be able to handle the smell in that room. I'm surprised that the smell didn't follow you two- it stuck in my nostrils for about five minutes after I left and I wasn't even in the loo!" He exclaimed, but not in a rude manner.

They both laughed quietly at that. Draco didn’t plan on mentioning that he was quite used to the smell of Harry’s excrement by now.

Neville sighed as he asked, "So, tell me exactly how he got this sick?”

Draco explained how he woke up to see Harry throwing up in the toilet at 3am that morning. Harry had waved it off as something he must have eaten the day before.

But in the morning, Harry couldn’t hide the slight fever he had from Draco.

He and Harry got into a little fight about Harry coming on the mission when they received the order, and Draco was still worried even when Harry had taken the potion and looked slightly better.

“Still has a bit of a savior’s complex huh?" Neville trailed off as Draco snorted, nodding his head, careful not too jostle Harry too much.

“More like his Gryffindor stubbornness not wanting to admit that he was sick.” Draco scoffed, but he gave Harry a soft look as he spoke and Neville grinned when he saw Draco place a soft kiss on his snoring lover’s forehead.

During the rest of the ride, Draco and Neville began discussing a different topic- about Neville’s decision about leaving the aurors and taking up Mcgonagall’s offer in being the newest Herbology professor at Hogwarts since Professor Sprout was finally retiring.

Draco urged Neville to take it since he was always brilliant with plants, making Neville flush in pride. He thanked Draco and told him that he felt more confident in starting a new career now.

After 20 minutes had passed, Neville cursed as they were hit by heavy traffic.

Trying to find a lane to cut through, Neville accidentally ended up almost hitting another car that was also going into the same lane as him.

Luckily, Neville swerved sharply to the right, avoiding a collision.

Unluckily, the fast motions from the sharp move did a number on Harry’s stomach as it gave out a loud growl.

Brrrrrrtttttttttttt...

Draco and Neville both made faces at the odor that spread out into the car. Draco checked to make sure that Harry was still sound asleep while Neville lowered all the car’s windows.

He also turned the fans on full blast, which was a good idea since Harry unconsciously began to let out a few small bubbly farts in his sleep.

Brap!.....pffftttt.......BRAP!.......brrrmmppp.....

"It's amazing that he can still sleep." Neville pointed out, fighting the urge to honk at another irritating car that was trying to cut in front of him, even though there was clearly no space available since they were still stuck in traffic.

Draco was about to reply before a very loud and wet fart sounded from Harry’s bottom.

BRRRRAAAAPPPPP-phllbbtt!

Neville and Draco froze at the squelching sound at the end. "Did he just...?" Neville started, turning towards Harry.

Draco carefully bent the still-sleeping Harry forward to push aside his robes and check his lover’s trousers.

Fortunately, the fart was a dry one. Sighing in relief, Draco brought Harry close to him again as he told Neville that everything was cleared.

Neville was also relieved but then advised, "Maybe we should put something under Harry- just in case he does have an accident." He gestured towards the unmoving car lanes. "I don't know how much longer we'll be stuck here, but he has been passing a lot of gas for a while now. Don’t worry- he’s one of my mates and it’s not a bother to me, but we won’t be able to cast any spells and I don't think the owner of this car would like it if their car was soiled."

Draco looked around for something to protect the car with before his eyes rested on a few large plastic shopping bags, that must have been left by the owner of the car, in the back seat.

Grabbing the bags, he then carefully placed one plastic underneath Harry’s bum and one behind his back. He then placed a third and forth plastic underneath Harry’s feet.

Satisfied that the car was throughly protected, the traffic started to move again. Neville drove carefully, the only sounds in the car was from the ballad songs that were playing. Draco was also staring outside the window, lightly patting Harry’s belly in a comforting pattern as the sleeping Harry let out poots of gas at random but less frequent intervals.

When they were a few minutes to Harry and Draco’s town, something unfortunate occurred.

As Neville drove, the car in front suddenly stopped, causing Neville to stomp on the breaks hard. Letting out a loud swear, Neville honked at the car in anger.

Draco held Harry, preventing the other from hitting forward, but the seatbelt cut sharp into Harry’s stomach, causing him to wake up immediately.

The pain in his stomach combined with the bright light that hit his eyes, plus the blurry images that were dancing on the windows as the car moved again caused a sharp dizziness to hit Harry.

"Draco, I'm going to throw up..." Harry groaned, gagging as he quickly covered his mouth. Draco and Neville began to panic as the blond quickly grabbed another plastic bag from the back while Neville was apologizing profusely for waking Harry up.

Draco hurriedly opened the bag beneath Harry’s mouth and Harry immediately began noisily vomiting. He mostly ended up puking liquid into the bag.

To all their horror, as Harry lost control of his stomach, he also lost control of his bowels as well.

BRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPP-SPLAT!

Harry groaned/gagged as he lifted his butt off the seat and shot diarrhea into his pants. Unable to control himself, whenever he vomited it was accompanied with another wave of diarrhea as well. To make matters worse, a hissing sound was heard.

Psssssssssssssssssssss.....

Draco looked on in shock as he stared at the seat of Harry’s pants. His entire butt was covered in a very wet brown stain, some dripping onto the plastic bag in the seat.

And as Harry pissed himself, pee automatically streamed down from his crotch all the way down his legs, making a puddle on the plastic covered floor beneath him.

Pulling out of his shock, Draco quickly pulled Harry down, telling him that it was okay for him to sit since he had made sure to protect the seats earlier, and rubbed his back, combing his lover’s sweaty hair away from his face.

Harry eventually stopped vomiting but he felt so sick that he soon began to cry, apologizing about the smell and mess.

Draco hugged the other close before reaching for the bag of vomit and tying it close, throwing it discreetly out the window. Where it landed, he couldn’t care less. "Shhh...we understand. Just try to rest again." Draco whispered as Harry’s cries lessened to sniffling.

"It's all my fault, Harry." Neville reassured him, feeling nothing but complete guilt for waking Harry up and causing his accident. "It looks like we'll be home in a few minutes. Just hold on okay?"

Harry nodded, as he rested his head against Draco's shoulder, sitting uncomfortably in his own filth. The situation was terribly embarrassing, but he was too exhausted to care too much at that point. He just really wanted to go home already.

Harry ended up having two more waves of diarrhea before making it home. Thankfully even with the curse, the three were accepted into Harry and Draco’s wards around their house (thankfully the couple did their wards based on their blood in ancient runes, not magic).

As soon as Neville turned off the car, Draco and him hurried as they went out to help Harry.

They were careful to not jostle Harry too much, not wanting any of his poop or pee to spread to everywhere.

After managing to move Harry successfully out, Neville was the one to throw out all the soiled plastics (he insisted that it was the least he could do since Harry‘s accident was due to his own fault).

Everyone ignored the pee stains that shown on Harry’s front, while they at least managed to cover the brown discoloration in the back by Harry’s auror robe.

Both men slowly helped Harry into the house, leaving a poop/pee trail with them. They were all relieved when they made it to the front door without any further incident.

Walking into the house, Draco quickly left Neville with Harry as he grabbed the newspaper in the kitchen and made a trail with the papers from the front door to the ground floor loo.

As Harry walked across the living room, he paused as a moan escaped him when another wave of diarrhea came out. Thanks to Draco’s quick thinking, all the waste ended up on the newspaper under his feet (how fitting that it was pages from The Prophet that was currently being soiled on).

Harry finally made it into the bathroom and while Draco helped his lover, Neville went to throw the newspapers away and called Hermione with the couple’s muggle house phone (Draco mentally thanked Hermione for having the forethought of installing that device in case of emergency).

Draco undressed Harry until his lover was nude as he sat on the toilet. Draco placed the soiled clothing in a large plastic bag and decided to leave it in the corner until their magic came back so he could just vanish it all away.

Harry weakly sat on the toilet, just letting the diarrhea drip out of him as he was really too exhausted to do much more.

Draco sat at his side on the edge of the tub and comforted his lover, wiping off whatever mess was on his lover’s bottom half.

When Harry was finally done, Draco stripped off his own clothing and helped his lover into the tub where he made sure to clean the both of them off.

There were a moment where Draco found himself needing to pee, but since he needed to support Harry who was swaying slightly, Draco just urinated in the tub instead.

Once they were freshly clean, Draco brought Harry up to their master bedroom and dressed them both in their most comfortable pajamas.

Harry was basically asleep by the time Draco tucked him under the sheets, mumbling incoherently when Draco pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Heading back to the living room, Draco saw Neville still on the phone.

When he noticed the blond entering the room, Neville quickly hurried over to him. “Draco, great you’re here. Hermione and Ron are trying to come through the floo but they need your permission to get through.” He informed him, gesturing to the phone which the other couple must have been on the other line.

Draco nodded and they headed to the fireplace where Draco temporarily lifted the wards to allow the other couple through.

“Oh, Draco. How is he?” A barely showing pregnant Hermione (who announced their good news just two weeks ago) immediately asked as she developed him in a hug. Ron also looked worried as he held bags in both hands.

Draco gave all three in the room a quick rundown on Harry’s condition and Hermione immediately shoved one of the bags from Ron’s hands at him.

“These are some muggle medicine- they’re like potions- that will help. Just have Harry swallow these pills with water and he should feel better in a few hours.” She instructed.

She was about to go upstairs herself, but Draco quickly stopped her. “I apologize Hermione, but Harry has been sick from both ends and I’m positive he wouldn’t want you to see him in his current condition right now.” He explained gently. He knew that his boyfriend would already be humiliated when he finds out that Neville had seen him soil himself.

Hermione was about to argue but Ron cut her off. “Leave it be, Mione. Draco’s right- it hurts a man’s pride for a woman to see him shit himself, so let’s just leave it to Draco.” He told her. Hermione pouted but agreed in the end.

She then showed Draco what else they (meaning Ron) had bought from the store.

“Bananas, rice, applesauce and toast- well the bread needs to be toasted but anyway, make sure he eats this. It’ll help with his diarrhea. We also have yogurt and kimchi which are probiotic foods and will help soothe his stomach- and no, you don’t eat them together.” She smiled at Draco when the blond made a face at those two foods.

“And here’s some ginger that can be made into tea with and peppermint oil will also be good. And I’ll cook some porridge later-

“-I’ll cook the porridge for later.” Ron cut in. Draco was grateful for that since he still remembered that time he had eaten Hermione’s cooking during Victoire’s birthday.

He couldn’t regret it though since that was what started his and Harry’s ‘special intimacy’ in the first place.

Hermione just ignored the interruption while she opened another bag and placed the item in Draco’s hands.

It was a nappy.

An adult-sized nappy.

Draco face reddened when Hermione explained that since their magic would be affected for a few days, they should use this in case of any ‘accidents’ that they wouldn’t be able to just vanish away.

“Just take them, Draco.” He looked up to see Ron wearing a solemn expression on his face. “Trust me. When Hermione was testing out her meat pie recipe and had me be the taste tester, let’s just say that even magic wasn’t enough to help me back then. These nappies were a god’s sent and saved me from having to buy a new toilet and a whole new wardrobe.” He looked like a man who had suffered a great trauma back then.

Draco nodded in the understanding as he accepted the large bag of diapers.

Draco thanked the three of them for all their help. He escorted Neville out the door, waving to him as his fellow auror drove away.

When he came back inside to say goodbye to Ron and Hermione (though he promised to keep their wards temporarily open to them just until Harry got better and in case Draco needed help) Hermione paused before entering the floo to give Draco a concerned look.

“You know, Draco. I’ve thought this earlier, but are you yourself doing alright? You look a bit peaky.” She commented, placing a hand on the blond’s forehead and frowning when it was a bit too warm for her liking.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. If he was being honest with himself, he may have been feeling a small headache for a few hours now, but with his shoulder still in pain from the attack and everything that happened after, Draco just chucked his discomfort due to that.

“Make sure you take care- and I’ll drop by later to levitate that porridge for the both of you to have in your room.” Ron added, also looking at him worriedly.

Draco nodded and when they left, he turned to go back to his and Harry’s bedroom.

Ron had levitated all the bags to their bedroom before he left and Draco opened one of them to eat a banana for himself since he hadn’t eaten lunch yet.

Frowning at the bland taste, Draco finished the banana and took the ‘medicine’ that Hermione explained to him on how to take.

Draco popped one in his mouth and shrugged when the strange pill went down easily- it made him want to experiment later on if he could somehow create a potion-version of it.

If he was successful, he had a feeling that it would be big for the wizardry medical field.

Harry was a bit more fussy, but Draco eventually got him to take the medicine before Harry quickly went back to sleep.

Eyeing the nappies that were sticking out of one of the bags, Draco once again blushed but took one of the nappies and brought it to the bed.

He laid a snoring Harry on his back and Draco gently removed both his boyfriend’s pajama bottoms and undies. With a bit of difficulty, he managed to get the nappy secured over his lover.

It looked…not bad.

Putting those certain thoughts aside, Draco put Harry’s pants back on and threw the briefs into the hamper.

After a moment’s hesitation, Draco also decided to wear a nappy because, why not?

It felt a bit strange and oddly poofy, but Draco admitted he liked the soft feel of them. He shook his head and went to bed.

Not realizing just how tired he was, as soon as his head hit the pillow, Draco soon fell right asleep.

(=^w^=)**************************

Draco found himself waking up, his eyes blearily looking around him as he tried to figure out what time it was.

He noticed that his small headache from before was now lightly throbbing but what really bothered him was that his nose was running and there was an itchiness in his throat.

Coughing, Draco tried to pull himself up to a sitting position, but he found it difficult because not only was Harry’s body wrapped around his own like an octopus, but his own body felt very heavy by itself- as if the blood in his veins had turned to quick sand instead.

Draco turned his head into his pillow and let out more coughs before sniffling and trying to make himself comfortable on the bed instead.

Suddenly Draco let out a huge sneeze, nearly blowing his head off with it.

“AH-CHOO!” Along with his sneeze, the pressure must had also loosen his bowels along with it because Draco ended up letting out a booming fart at the same time.

BLORP!

Draco froze before he groaned when he felt a sliminess between his bum cheeks.

Grimacing, he lifted the blankets to check for any mess, but frowned before remembering that he was wearing nappies.

Lowering his pants, he peeked at the bottom edge of the nappy he worn.

Draco groaned. He had accidentally sharted himself.

Feeling Harry nuzzle against his chest, Draco pulled his pants up and let the blanket fall back onto the bed before he focused his attention on his waking lover.

“Mm…Draco?” Harry mumbled, not wanting to open his eyes.

Draco reached for his wand at the bedside table, feeling his mess smear around inside the nappy as he moved and casted a tempus. He sighed in relief as it seemed like his magic was back, although it worked much slower than usual. “Shh…go back to sle-ah choo! Excuse me. Go to sleep love- you need more rest.” Draco shushed, while trying to grab something to blow his nose with.

Harry made a few sniffing sounds, smelling a foul stench in their room. “It’s stinks…was it me? I’m sorry, Draco.” He mumbled, thinking that he must have let out more gas again.

Draco chuckled wryly before shaking his head slowly. “No love, this one is all me this time.” He admitted, making a face as stomach cramped up, forcing him to let out another wet fart.

Phhbbbbllltttt!

By the squelching noise it made, he knew that something more probably came out of this one as well.

Due to his lack of smell (his nose was very stuffed up), Draco wondered how bad the stench in the room really was.

Harry sighed, rubbing his nose against Draco’s chest. He could hear more farting and splattering noises coming from the blond beside him. “Mmm…I’m too tired to play now. We can have sex later.” He had thought that his lover was messing himself on purpose as a form of their usual foreplay.

Draco let out a snort, wincing as a hot fart seared through him. “No love, I’m not in the mood for sex right now. I had, well, am currently having an accident right now.” He confessed, his voice tight.

Draco’s bowels were currently going haywire but he was too tired to move, nor did he have the physical strength to move Harry off of him.

Thankfully Hermione was right once again and his nappy protected their bed and sheets from the huge mess he was most certainly letting out. So he just decided to let it all go right there.

Harry opened his eyes and really looked at Draco, taking in his lover’s sickly appearance and red nose for the first time. “You’re sick too.” He stated simply, reaching up to cup his palm over Draco’s flushed cheek.

Harry himself was still feeling sick. Urrrp! Harry let out a sharp burp, wincing as his chest burned a bit from the harsh gas.

Draco looked at his lover in concerned. “Are you about to be sick again, Harry?” Putting his own ill condition aside for a moment, Draco quickly summoned a basin for Harry to vomit in.

Harry paused, before shaking his head. “No. But I think I’m about to have another diarrhea attack.” The sound of rumbling came from his stomach just then. “I don’t want to move from the bed though.” He whined, hugging Draco as he felt too tired to move to the loo.

“Just go right here, Harry. Hermione brought us a few adult-nappies to use. Since our magic is still not working properly, I put one on each of us, just in case.” Although Draco could successfully cast the tempus spell, he could not do any cleaning spells at the moment.

“Nappy?” Harry asked, confused.

He then brought down their blanket and pushed down his pajama pants, looking surprised that he was indeed in a nappy.

Draco let Harry check his own pants and he was feeling sick enough that he didn’t care that the seat of his own nappy were puffed up and discolored at the bottom.

“See? The bed is safe.” Draco reassured him after Harry removed both their pajama bottoms altogether.

There was no more prompting needed before a loud spluttering sound echoed in the room, accompanied with a loud sigh from Harry.

BRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!

Draco sighed, wondering how long they would be able to lay in their mess before they needed to get changed.

Harry held onto Draco, feeling his bum almost fall out with all the diarrhea that was rushing out from him. “I don’t feel good.” He moaned weakly.

Draco sighed again, just as weakly as he softly ran his hand down Harry’s back. “I know love. We both are not feeling good right now. Lets just let it all out so we…nngh…can feel better.” Draco moaned as another wave of diarrhea hit him just as well.

They let out a few more waves of diarrhea each until their nappies were so puffed up that Draco couldn’t help but give the nappies credit that they managed to contain all their mess inside.

When their mess became too uncomfortable to stew in any longer, the couple somehow helped clean and change one another.

The process was a bit messy, but they both somehow managed it in the end.

Both men laid weakly back in bed, with a fresh new nappy each and their comforter wrapped around them are they snuggled together.

Draco, who was falling asleep, drowsily opened his eyes when he felt their floo go off. He was alarmed for a moment, before he remembered that he had given Hermione and Ron temporary access to their floo in case he needed them to pick up something for Harry (and now his) illness.

“I’ll go meet them- and let them know that you’re sick as well.” Harry groggily pushed himself off the bed when Draco explained the situation to him. He wore loose pajama bottoms that effectively hid his nappy perfectly.

Draco dozed off, not fully able to fall asleep until Harry was beside him once more.

Harry yawned when he returned, his nappy making a ruffling noise as he moved to get back into their bed, and sighed when Draco’s arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace.

“Ron told me that Molly heard that we-apparently Hermione had insisted that you were sick too- weren’t feeling well and that she’ll also be sending us something to eat later.” Harry yawned again. “Ron just wanted to warn us that Molly may want to come to see us, but he promised that he’ll prevent that from happening. He also says he’ll levitate our porridge later.”

“Mmm…” Draco mumbled, giving a few hacking coughs. “Thank goodness for your friends.” He really was grateful that he and Harry wouldn’t be alone in their time of need and had plenty of help.

“Thank goodness for our family, Dray.” Harry corrected, rubbing Draco’s back as the blond’s coughs slowly died down.

“Our family.” Draco agreed, snuggling into their blankets, trying to keep himself from the freezing cold that he was feeling.

Being the more coherent one this time, Harry took it upon himself to take another dosage of the medicine at their bedside, making sure to eat some applesauce to have some food in his empty belly.

“Come here, love. Drink this first.” Harry helped lift Draco’s head up so the blond could also take his medicine.

Draco sighed as the water cooled his sore throat and the position managed to unclog one of Draco’s nostrils, bringing back some of his sense of smell once again.

Although he halfheartedly wished that it didn’t since he could now smell a sickly, rancid smell in their room- the result from both of their current conditions.

Harry placed the empty glass at their bedside and they both cuddled back together on the bed, both barely conscious now.

“Night, Dray.” Harry yawned softly.

He barely heard the equally drowsy reply before Harry closed his eyes and was out like a light.

#Farting #Pooping #HP #Comfortable #Harry #Draco

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peculiarmindset · 2 years

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have you ever had a "shituation"?

Hmm…personally? I can only recall one time- it was during high school and I was having a diarrhea attack. Our small library had a private restroom and luckily no one was around, so I went in there and used it.

Unfortunately, there was an issue with plumbing and the toilet didn’t flush. And to make matters worst, there was no toilet paper available. So I had to just bite the bullet and pull up my uniform and just leave like that.

Later on, we had a class held in the library and my fellow classmates found out about the ‘surprise’ in the restroom. But luckily, no one found out it was me and instead they all playfully blamed one another for the accident.

I’m grateful that my bowels are pretty tamed so they rarely act up. I don’t have pooping accidents *knock on wood* but I think if I did, I wouldn’t have such a kink for it like I do now. I’m not a masochist so I wouldn’t enjoy suffering through a lost of bowel control myself.

#Asks

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peculiarmindset · 2 years

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Comfortable 9: The Musical Fruit

THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LIKE THE SEXUAL ASPECT OF THESE KINKS AND NOT FOR NEWBIES TO THIS KINK, UNDERAGED READERS, THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE JUST PASSING BY OUT OF CURIOSITY.

*Hi 😚 I don’t have anything in particular that I want to say this week. So I hope you all have a great week up ahead and please enjoy this newest chapter!

Draco hummed an off-tune christmas jingle under his breath as he finished wrapping yet another present.

Grabbing the present, he walked towards the tall Christmas tree that the couple had picked out and decorated the day before to place the gift underneath.

Bending down, Draco sighed as he ended up pushing out a good-sized fart while tucking the gift just behind the trunk.

Bbrrrrrrttttttttttt…

Draco smiled as he straightened up, giving his stomach a small pat.

It was currently the Christmas season and both boys had the entire weekend off!

While Harry was cooking them something for lunch, Draco had started on wrapping some of their gifts for their friends and family (which was just as well since Harry couldn’t wrap a box properly to save his life).

The past few weeks had been so busy- what with Ron and Hermione’s wedding that made all of them go mental with just how much of a Bridezilla Hermione surprisingly ended up being.

Draco didn’t know how Ron did it, but the man was like steel- steadfast, full of patience and going along with whatever his fiancée had ordered him to do.

And with Hermione’s winnings from that infamous bet, the couple was able to go all out with their wedding (although Hermione, the smart girl she was, insisted they save most of it up for their new house and any future children).

Of course, Hermione had strung up the rest of their crew to help out with her wedding.

With Harry being Ron’s best man but not knowing a single thing about escort cards or favors for the guests, Draco was thankfully by his side to help his poor, clueless lover and to also save him from being crucified by an irate bride.

Thankfully, the wedding and reception went without a hitch, and the newlywedded couple were now enjoying their honeymoon in Iceland (why they chose to go somewhere more freezing than where they lived, Draco will never understand).

Draco was especially excited for his and Harry’s long anticipated weekend since it had been a while since they had some time to themselves to have some really good lovemaking; and Draco was feeling especially horny for them to indulge in some of their fetish play.

The couple barely had time for anything more than a quick shag here and a shared wank there.

And it was all normal sex- which was still amazing, but Draco knew that they both wanted more.

Yes they still burped and farted around each other, and even pooped in their bed a time or two when they were too tired from their jobs and the wedding preparations to get up from the bed, but they just didn’t have the time and energy to fully indulge in some dirty sex.

The closest thing they had to anything close to kinky was when the couple joined their engaged friends to visit different possible venues for their wedding.

At one of the muggle hotels, Harry and Draco had secretly snuck into one of the rooms that were currently unoccupied.

Harry was seated on the sink’s counter with his legs wide open as Draco thrusted into him enthusiastically.

When Draco pulled out a little and saw his cock covered in some of his lover’s excrement, they both grinned at one another.

But before they could do anything more, one of the hotel’s maids had opened the door at the next moment- using the master keys while being confused about why the door was locked- and screamed when she saw the male couple whom she and the other maids had gossiped and swooned over earlier having sex in front of her.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for the maid) all she saw was the back of the tall handsome blond with his bare bum peeking out from his lowered pants and the equally handsome but shorter dark-haired man whose body was mainly hidden, except his legs and arms that were wrapped tightly around the blond’s waist.

Draco shuddered as he remembered the fury of one livid Hermione Granger when she found out and had to obliviate the poor maid.

For a split second, he seriously thought that Hermione was gonna punch them both out like she had to him during third year.

Needless to say, the couple hasn’t been able to really have some time to themselves until now and Draco was looking forward to finally being intimate with his lover again.

He even managed to not move his bowels for almost two whole days (which was saying something since Draco’s bowels were pretty regular) in order to make today’s kinky session even more grand.

Feeling a few airy toots come out, Draco went back to the table to put away the wrappers for now.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Draco turned around, smiling, as Harry entered the room and into his open arms. “Is lunch ready?”

Harry nodded as he leaned forward to press his lips softly to the other’s. “Five more minutes. Just wanted to see how the gift wrapping was going.”

Cuddling his boyfriend inside his arms, Draco hummed as he nuzzled his nose in his boyfriend’s dark, unruly hair. “I’ll wrap the rest on another day- but at least the larger gifts are done. Need help setting the table?”

“Mmm…please.” Harry sighed, before giving his lover a few sniffs. “You smell a bit ripe. So while I was cutting the onions in the kitchen, you were out here cutting the cheese instead, huh?” Harry laughed.

Draco smirked he gave an audible grunt and a sloppy wet fart sounded in the room.

Phhbbbllllltttttt!

“Just feeling excited for later, baby.” Draco winked while Harry beamed up at him, feeling just as excited if the hard bulge against Draco’s thigh was any indication.

“I guess we had the same idea. I made today’s lunch extra special.” Harry informed him cheekily. Draco smiled wider before they shared another kiss.

“Looking forward to it.” The couple made their way to the kitchen, where Harry checked on the pot while Draco went to set the table.

After a few minutes, both boys were seated at their table, ready to eat.

“This looks amazing, love.” Draco complimented him as he scooped a generous serving of stew into both their bowls.

Harry thanked him as he set the bowl in front of him and grabbed his spoon. “Since the weather has been a bit chilly lately, I thought we would enjoy a nice warm bowl of dumpling stew.”

Draco took a sip and moaned at both the taste and warmth it brought his body. “This is wonderful. And there’s no meat in this, right?” He questioned, observing the ingredients closely inside his bowl.

Harry nodded eagerly. “Yup! Lately, Narcissa had been sharing some healthy vegan recipes with me that she’s been trying to get Kingsley to eat (apparently she’s been worried about all the takeout he usually orders while on the job) and I thought this stew looked good so I wanted to try making it for us.”

“You should definitely keep the recipe. And are these beans I see in here?” He asked teasingly at Harry, who giggled.

“They sure are- with cabbage too. And there’s also potatoes and butternut squash to make it more filling while still healthy. And I thought having a shaved brussel sprout salad would be nice to have on the side.” Harry pointed out.

Draco crunched on said salad happily. Even though the couple didn’t need to go on any sort of special diet due to their high metabolisms, active lifestyles and sheer lucky genes, they still tended to eat quite healthily too.

Yes, they weren’t afraid in enjoying some greasy takeout or a few dozen buttery pastries in one sitting. And they most certainly never held back during Molly’s weekly dinners!

But most days, a simple meal with a salad on the side was more than satisfying to them.

Just as they liked feeling full, they also liked feeling light and refreshed after a meal as well.

And due to their shared interests, the couple found themselves putting a lot of fiber in their diets most of the time.

And beans- plenty of beans.

As they finished up their meal, they both sat back in their seats and just enjoyed the warm and full feeling in their bellies.

“Urrrrrrppppp! Ooh, that was delicious, Harry.” Draco praised his lover’s cooking. Hearing his stomach give a growl, Draco slightly lifted up one arsecheek and pushed out a bubbly sounding fart.

Prrrrrrrrttttt!

Harry giggled as Draco sat back down in his chair, a look of content on his face. “Aww, thank you, love- heard you loud and clear.” He blew him a kiss before casting a wandless spell, making their dirtied dishes float to the kitchen to get washed.

Draco lazily looked out the window and noted the chilly weather outside. “It looks like the snow finally stopped falling.”

Harry looked out as well and his green eyes brightened. “Should we go out and enjoy the snow for a while?”

Draco made a face. One of the things that Harry learned about his lover was that Draco hated the cold. Even if he was drenched in sweat in their auror robes during the blazing hot summer, the blond preferred that than to be ‘freezing his bits off’ as he told Harry before.

Harry joked that Draco was part reptile- although the blond’s heart was warm, he had cold-blood running through his veins.

“Only for an hour, maybe two at most. Please, Dray? It’s newly fallen snow and that’s the best to go out into.” Harry widened his eyes in a pleading manner, knowing that his lover was weak against them.

Draco tightened his lips before relaxing them and letting out a sigh in defeat. “Oh, alright. But once the warming charms lose their effect, we’re going back inside our cozy home.” He warned.

Harry cheered at that. “Don’t worry- we won’t stay out for too long.” He assured him. Harry then leaned forward over the table.

Draco raised an eyebrow when Harry gestured for Draco to come closer to him. He did so until their faces were only a few inches apart.

Draco watched Harry give a few swallows and just before he was about to ask the other what was going on, Harry opened his mouth to let out a loud, wet belch right in his face.

UUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!

Harry grinned at the astonished look on his lover’s face. “Just giving you a small thank you gift in advance for braving the cold for me.” He said cheekily.

Draco let out a soft growl as he grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt and dragged him into a hard kiss.

The room was filled with short breaths and moans from both men as they snogged relentlessly, hands roaming around the other’s face, hair and down their chests.

Eventually, they pulled apart in order to take in some much needed oxygen.

Heaving hard, they both smiled at one another as they moved closer once more but to nuzzle their noses together this time, catching their breaths.

After a while, Harry nipped Draco’s bottom lip before pulling away for green eyes to meet with grey. “Shall we go and enjoy winter outside now?” Harry only laughed when Draco tsked loudly but allowed himself to be dragged away to get dressed.

The couple found themselves suited up in their thick winter clothing, their gloved hand in hand as they walked through the snowy trails of their property.

They stopped to check on their garden, with Draco reinforcing his charms that protected their herbs and his potion ingredients while Harry blasted off a few dratted gnomes that were poking around the rose bushes especially.

“Oh Harry, be careful with Mother’s roses.” Draco gently chided as Harry nearly missed zapping off the left side of the bush when he aimed at one of the gnomes.

Harry nodded apologetically. “Sorry, love. Cissa’s roses are safe but we may need to replant the butternut squash.” He pointed to a few flattened plants that had been on the unfortunate path of misfire.

Draco sighed and shook his head at his boyfriend, but decided that the loss of their squash was a better option than his mother’s beloved roses.

After Draco helped Harry with the gnomes- and they both had such fun flinging the little imps around and flying them off to Merlin knows where- they both recasted their spells over the garden to protect it from the weather or more darned gnomes.

“Let’s check out the backyard, Dray. I want to see if the little river there hardened up.” Harry suggested, holding their hands once more as he pulled the blond with him.

“I know what you’re thinking, Harry- and the answer is NO.” Draco told him sternly, scowling at the sudden innocent look that Harry shot him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Harry blinked widely at him, looking adorably clueless (though they both knew it was only an act).

Draco scowled even deeper. “If you think that I’m going to let you attempt to ice skate on that thing, you have another thing coming.”

Harry finally dropped the facade and pouted. “But-!”

Draco cut him off, giving his head a hard shake. “No. Absolutely not. If, no when you end up breaking that fragile ice, I am going to be forced to save your shivering arse. And if I’m forced to weather that amount of coldness for you, then you can kiss any of the fun that I have planned for us later goodbye.”

Harry brightened at the last part. “You have something planned for us?”

Draco gave him a smirk and brought theirs hands that were still intertwined with one another and brought it inside his coat and against his thick sweater. He shivered a little, but he got his point across when although they couldn’t feel the rumbling of his stomach through their thick gloves, but they most certainly could hear the ominous grumble that it gave off.

“I haven’t gone for two days now so if you’re a good boy, then later I’ll make sure to reward you.” Draco winked at him sultrily.

Harry’s green eyes dilated for a bit before he grinned widely. “Alright. I promise no ice skating. And I can’t wait for later!” They both smiled and share another kiss before they continued to the back of their house.

The back of Grimmauld place was like an enchanted forest- with wild greenery that instead of looking unkempt and gnarly, it held a beautiful quality of untouched nature when one looked at it.

They walked around the area, making a short stop at the frozen river, but Harry only gave it a longing look once before he sighed and dutifully listened to Draco’s earlier warning.

As they walked through the forest, Draco began to feel a pull on his bladder.

“Hm? What’s wrong, love? Do you see something?” Harry asked when he noticed the blond slowing down.

Draco shook his head before biting his lip. “I think this cold weather is making me have to urinate.” He confessed to his lover.

Harry nodded. “Oh, now that you mentioned it, I need to pee too.” He had felt a similar pull on his own bladder a few minutes ago, but had just shrugged it off since the urgency wasn’t too bad at the time.

“We’re a bit far from the house.” Draco noted, allowing himself to cross his legs a little as the need to pee was quickly growing more urgent as they talked.

Harry took a quick glance around their surroundings. Noting that it was clear (which of course it would be since it was impossible for anyone or anything to get past their wards) he suggested. “Let’s just do it here then. We’re the only ones around and it would be like we were camping again!” He said cheerfully.

Draco made a face as he looked at all the snow around them. “But we weren’t in 30ºF weather and in danger of suffering from frostbite at that time.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “We’re not gonna get frostbite. We’re just gonna drop our knickers a bit, relieve ourselves, and then continue exploring the rest of our backyard.”

Draco still looked hesitant, but he allowed his lover to pull them towards a nice clear spot for both of them to relieve themselves at.

Harry dropped their hands and pointed to some trees nearby. “Here’s perfect. The trees kind of act as a barrier from any of the winds blowing so at least our pricks won’t freeze once their out of our pants.” He joked.

Draco sighed but the urgency to void won out in the end and he ended up following along with Harry’s silly and quite reckless plan.

Lowering his pants and underwear until his cock popped out, Draco let out a loud sigh as a thick heated stream of urine shot right out and onto the snow below.

He turned and saw his lover doing the same, steam from their heated fluids could be seen through the cold weather.

They both exchanged little giggles as they shot their piss streams near one other, making little doodles in the snow with their urine.

When Harry began singing Frozen’s ‘Let it go’ as they urinated, Draco only rolled his eyes indulgently at his silly boyfriend.

At one point, Draco felt his bowels give a growl and unconsciously lowered the back of his pants a bit to let out a good fart.

Prrrrrrtttttttt…

Draco sighed again before blushing when Harry giggled and pointed out that due to the cold weather, he could actually see the air coming out of Draco’s bum when he farted- looking like the Hogwarts train’s whistle blowing off some steam.

“Don’t be ashamed to fart while you urinate…there is no rain without thunder, after all.” Harry teasingly pointed out. He laughed harder when Draco gave him a light shove for his comment.

After he stuck his tongue out at the other, Draco let out another fart, this time enjoying the feel out it slowly coming out and allowed himself to relax even as he could hear Harry giggling once more at the visible tornado his rump was letting out.

“Mmm…this was a good idea after all.” Draco conceded when they were all done and they finished rearranging their clothes once more.

Harry beamed as they reached for the other’s hand once more. “Right? It was the first time we ever ‘saw’ a fart before (that time with George’s unicorn smoke doesn’t count) and we even managed to do a little exterior decorating here.” He gestured to the yellow snow below.

Draco snorted as he looked at the bright yellow that stood out quite garishly from the rest of their white surroundings. “Alright, we had our fun. Let’s walk around a bit more and then can we please head home? I’m about to turn into an icicle soon.” He ended up shivering a little, making his point.

Half an hour later, both men sighed as they were greeted by the comforting warmth of the fireplace when they returned home.

They immediately headed upstairs for a hot shower- taking it together, of course.

“Ooh- you’re so freezing, Draco.” Harry shivered when he poked the cold skin of his lover. Harry was already standing unclothed in their shower as he waited for his boyfriend to finish undressing (posh git had to make sure his clothes were properly stored away while Harry just threw all his off onto the floor).

Draco finished placing his and Harry’s clothes into the hamper before he joined his lover in the shower, both of them sighing loudly when the hot water finally hit the both of them. “Hmm…you’re cold as well, Harry. Here, come.”

Harry readily went into Draco’s inviting embrace and they both snuggled under the shower, enjoying as the heated water soothe the cold from their bodies.

“Draco, I love you.” Harry said all of a sudden, smiling up at his wet lover.

Draco gave him a soft look in return and leaned down to give him a very gentle kiss on the lips. “I love you too, Harry.”

Their soft kisses slowly turned longer as Draco carefully brought Harry against the wall of their shower so he could snog his boyfriend senseless.

Their snogging consisted of many light touches, soft sighs and bubbly giggles between kisses, the atmosphere between them staying quite comfortable as they felt no need to turn into a frantic frenzy like some of their previous snogging sessions had resulted in.

They enjoyed lathering their bodies in their lavender body wash and Harry loved the feel of Draco long, lithe fingers in his hair as the blond lathered it up with their expensive but great-smelling shampoo.

Draco chuckled as he could feel Harry sliding up against him, their members touching one another in a way that made Harry’s obvious intentions known. “Impatient, are we?” Draco teased, wounding his arms around his lover and cupping Harry’s luscious cheeks under his hands.

Harry smiled up at him as he continued to lightly rut against Draco. “Just a little wank to warm us both up should be fine, right?” He brought his own hands up to lay over Draco’s shoulders and leaned up to softly peck his lips.

Draco smiled into their kiss and when they pulled away, he leaned down to place another kiss on Harry’s nose. “Alright, baby. I suppose I can indulge you this time.”

“Yay.” Harry cheered lightly as he held onto Draco while they slid their harden erections against one another with more eagerness this time.

They kept up a languid pace, both of them nuzzling their noses together as they felt that familiar warm heat build up slowly inside their bellies.

A few more minutes later they both came, Harry a bit earlier than Draco had, but together they enjoyed their releases, their unhurried movements slowly drawing out their climax until they were both left completely satisfied and content.

“See? A good wank was definitely what we needed.” Harry’s smile was filled with mirth when his bum gave off a loud toot from the aftermath of his release.

Pfffftttt!

Draco snickered as he heard his lover and smirked when his own bottom gave out an answering poot as well, making Harry snigger along with him. “You’re just filled with good ideas today, dear.” He complimented.

They both finished their baths right after, dressing up in their most coziest pajamas as they walked into their living room for a good christmas hallmark movie.

“These movies are very addicting.” Harry commented as the movie ‘Single all the way’ started to play on the telly. His lover was sitting on the sofa while Harry sat on the floor between his legs. Harry sighed happily as Draco dried his hair with one of their warm fluffy towels- fresh from the laundry.

Draco hummed as he throughly ran the towel over Harry’s wild hair, making sure to get every wet droplet out of his beloved’s thick mane. Thankfully his own light, blond hair easily dried quickly.

“I liked that last movie we saw- what was it again? The one with that nerdy guy and the girl who got catfished by him?” Harry asked.

Draco was now combing the other’s hair, although he was now resigned in the fact on how the other’s hair never truly got tamed no matter how hard he tried. “I believe the title was, ‘Love Hard’. The one where they sang ‘Baby, it’s cold outside’, right?”

Harry laughed as he nodded, his now dried fluffy hair bouncing along. “That’s right. I loved that scene.” Draco pulled Harry up into his lap, where the smaller man cuddled there as they shared warmth.

“Mmm…you smell nice.” Draco sniffed Harry’s hair, taking in the fresh scent of lavender with a bit of peppermint mixed in.

“It’s all thanks to those fancy care products you always buy. Not that I’m complaining though since it really does feel amazing whenever I use it.” Harry giggled as Draco sniffed him even more, his nose tickling him on purpose as he did so.

“It tickles, but you smell nice too- like, I didn’t know that lavender and peppermint could match so well and…hm? Actually, you smell a bit gassy too, love.” Harry commented when he sniffed Draco back and got a whiff of the other’s usual musky smell that usually came from one of his farts.

Draco turned a bit bashful as a lovely pink showed up on his cheeks. “I have gotten a bit gassy, actually. I’ve been letting out a few silent ones since we got out of the shower. I hope you don’t mind?” He smiled sheepishly.

Harry shook his head and hugged Draco, taking a deeper whiff of his lover. Now that Draco mentioned it, Harry was now aware off the small bubbles he could feel coming from the other’s middle while tiny vibrations could be felt beneath them. “You know I don’t. I enjoy how you smell- whether it’s fresh from the shower or gassy from our lunch. And it definitely must have been from my stew.” He gave a little devious grin as he spoke.

Draco chuckled as he felt himself let go of another soft fart. “We both knew what all those beans meant after all.”

“Exactly.” Harry nodded in satisfaction. Harry then decided to give a fart of his own and gave Draco a proud smile when a loud fart trumped out of his bum, making his lover laugh and fart right back.

They both enjoyed watching the rest of the movie, both laughing during Aunt Sandy’s pageant.

“Oh! That reminds me!” Harry sat up from their lying position on the couch, making his way to stand after the movie had ended.

Draco gave a little frown when Harry removed himself from their warm cocoon but allowed his lover to get up and watched him head to the kitchen.

Draco shrugged but grabbed the remote to see what else was on.

He had just chosen one of the new tv series that Hermione had gotten him hooked on a few weeks ago (a detective show featuring an eccentric man named Sherlock) when Harry came back into the room, bringing in a large platter with various items on it.

Draco looked curiously as he sat up, giving Harry room to sit beside him and helped the other place the platter on the coffee table in front of them.

“I forgotten that I had prepared this earlier for us to do.” Harry told him, taking out his wand to remove the stasis spell on the items.

“Cookies?” Draco guessed, touching one of the flat brown cookies that were on the plate.

Harry beamed as he nodded. “It’s gingerbread! As a child, I always loved seeing the gingerbread houses that were on display in the store. And I was always jealous when Aunt Petunia would bake batches of gingerbread for Dudley to eat.

“So I was hoping that we could make our own cookies and build a house for fun. I know it may be a bit childish, but I just thought it’d be something fun for us to do during the holidays...” Harry started to blush, feeling a bit embarrassed when he realized how immature he must sound with all his excitement over decorating a few cookies.

But Draco quickly held his cheek and gave him a soft kiss, smiling at him sweetly as he looked at Harry lovingly. “It sounds like fun- I’d love to decorate gingerbread together with you.”

Draco leaned forward to kiss Harry again. “You are filled with so many good ideas today.” He praised, making Harry cheer up again.

Whenever Harry’s horrible childhood was brought up, Draco was always filled with fury towards this rotten muggles and endless love for his boyfriend who suffered so much abuse as a younger child.

He also felt guilt as well, for all the accusations and assumptions his younger self had when they were growing up. Never in a million years would he had ever thought that The Harry Potter grew up in a home considered anything less than perfect.

So if Harry wanted to live out one of his childhood dreams, then Draco would make sure his lover was happy as they experienced it together.

Harry was no longer embarrassed and smiled brightly once more in excitement, grateful for his boyfriend’s understanding and praise. “Oh, Dray. Maybe next year we can make this a tradition with Teddy and the rest of the other children can join in as well.”

“That’s a great idea, love. Now why don’t we try it out for ourselves first to see how it is before we introduce this to the children later on?”

The couple laid out all the items on top the table- separating each one accordingly: the icings to one end while the candies at the other, and the gingerbread cookies all in the center.

“So I was thinking that we start with the gingerbread ‘men’, well, ‘people’ first and then do the house last.” Harry suggested.

Draco nodded as he poked curiously at the assortment of colorful muggle candy that were already poured out in small bowls. “Hm…alright then.” Draco took one of the yellow gumdrops from the bowl and popped it into his mouth. His expression brightened as he enjoyed the taste of lemon that bursted into his mouth.

“So we use these bags to fill with icing and- Draco! We won’t have anything to decorate with if you keep eating all the candies!” Harry laughed as he scolded his boyfriend, whom he caught taking a handful m&ms and popping them one-by-one into his mouth.

Draco gave him a guilty look and fed a red m&m to Harry. “Sorry, alright no more snacking. So we’re starting with the gingerbread people first?”

Harry huffed but accepted Draco’s candy and a quick kiss before he instructed again on how they’ll decorate the cookies.

It’s took them a few tries, but eventually they got used to holding the bags and piped the colored icings onto the cookies.

They both laughed at the characters they created, which as they got more in the hang of it, their cookies started to look coincidentally like certain people that they knew.

“Harry, we’re running out of the brown frosting.” Draco said, eyes focused on his cookie as he piped an intricate design for the dress.

“I told you that you used too much icing for Hermione’s cookie- her hair isn’t that much!” Harry pointed out, placing his finished Neville cookie onto the drying sheet.

“Yes it is! And I don’t want to hear it from the person that used up all the orange frosting earlier!” Draco frowned, grabbing the blue icing pen next.

“It’s not my fault there’s too many Weasleys- and besides, the red icing works just fine.” Harry argued, grabbing another cookie and choosing the yellow frosting- this time he’ll do Luna next.

Draco sighed as he finished with the finishing touches on his cookie and held it up, looking at it with satisfaction.

Harry caught a glimpse of the finished product and bursted out in laughter. “Oh Merlin, Draco why did you put Ron in a skirt?”

Draco only smirked as he placed his cookie on the drying sheet as well. “It’s not a skirt- it’s a kilt. To match his Irish heritage.”

Harry snickered, trying not to shake too much as he piped Luna’s spectre specs on. “And how do you know that he’s Irish?”

“Well, he is now.” Draco waved him off, grabbing another cookie. He was going to do Pansy this time. “Oh and make sure you save some of the blue icing- I’m gonna do Teddy after I finish Pansy and I’ll need it for his hair.”

Harry frowned as he looked up at Draco. “Aww…but I wanted to do Teddy! I’m his godfather.”

“So? I’m his cousin and I called him first- you can do Professor Snape.” Draco offered him instead.

Harry paused, looked thoughtful for a moment and then snickered at that. “Deal. I’m going to need a lot of black icing for that one though.” They both ended up giggling at how that cookie was going to turn out.

While the couple were decorating their cookies, the dumpling stew that they had for lunch began showing its effects in a more conspicuous manner.

PFFFFFTTTTTT…

“Oh!” Harry blushed as an airy but audible fart left him unexpectedly when he leaned over to grab more purple frosting.

Brrrrrrrrrrtttttt! Brap! Brap! Prrt…!

“Hmmm…” Draco mumbled as he was so focused on piping out his mother’s dress robes that he barely registered the fact that he had farted quite a bit just then.

“Whoo! It starting to get smelly in here.” Harry twitched his nose as the delicious scent of sugar and spices were slowly being replaced by their arse gases.

“Hm?” Draco finally looked up at his finished cookie and turned to Harry. He paused and his face crumpled a bit before a loud, and very wet fart could be heard going off.

BRRRRRRLLLLLLLTTTT!

Draco quickly dropped his piping bag on the table and grabbed his bum with both hands, shoving his cheeks together. Both Harry and he were silent as Draco’s fart continued on for a few more seconds before ending on a high pitch squeal.

Draco held his bum for another moment after his fart ended and after he patted himself down there, he looked satisfied as he finally released his hold with a long sigh. “Oh thank goodness, that was a close one! I thought I almost defecated myself.” He sighed again in relief. He had been holding his load in for so long so that he and Harry could enjoy themselves with it later on, that he would have felt disappointed if lost control now.

Harry opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he felt his own gut give a growl.

Shifting one arsecheek to the side (facing it towards Draco) Harry let it rip.

BRRRRRAAAPPPP!

Draco chuckled as he slapped Harry’s bum, both of them sharing a grin as a strong ripe odor wafted between them.

When they finally finished the last of the cookies (and this time they made sure to transport the cookies to dry in the kitchen, away from all their arse releases) they were able to start on the gingerbread house.

“Mmm…these are really good.” Draco commented as he unwrapped another Hershey’s kiss.

Harry laughed as he watched his lover eat about 5 kisses all at once. “Draco! We need them for the house!” He exclaimed, shaking his head at the sweet tooth his boyfriend had.

Draco popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth before raising an eyebrow at him. “You can’t fool me, Harry. When I stopped at the kitchen for a glass of water earlier, I saw that there were more bags of candies that you had purchased- we’ll have more than enough to decorate with.”

Harry sighed as he rolled his eyes. “Alright, you caught me.” Draco looked triumphant as he popped another two kisses into his mouth.

Holding up a milk chocolate kiss to Harry, Draco offered sweetly, “Kiss, dear?”

Harry smiled wryly back at him and brought his hand up. But instead of taking the offering, he gently took Draco’s wrist instead and brought the other down for another type of kiss- on the lips.

They both sighed as their lips met, enjoying the cloying sweetness that was shared between both their mouths from all the suger they had consumed.

Prrrrrrrrrttttttt!

They both giggled as one of them farted, not even caring of whom it came from since they had been both constantly gassy anyway.

Sharing one more kiss, they both started with the construction of the house. Draco held the cookie panels up while Harry iced the walls and roof on.

Harry cheated a little and used magic to reinforced the sturdiness of the walls, making sure that they wouldn’t fall (they were actually making a rather extravagant house- or at least very large, bigger than a normal gingerbread house).

Draco made intricate icings designs while Harry placed the candies on the house (he was preventing Draco from eating anymore of their decorations).

As Draco bent down to ice the snow onto the roof, he paused as his stomach gave a very loud gurgle.

PHHBBBBLLLLTTTT!

“Ugh…” Draco groaned as he straightened up and leaned back. He was kneeling, so he used this position to force the heel of his foot into his rear end, preventing what he knew was his large load from coming out.

“That sounded like a wet one. Did you shart?” Harry asked, still focused on placing the peppermint candies on the wall.

Draco opened his mouth to reply but then his face twisted into a grimace before a very wet fart came out, ending with a gross ‘blorp’ sound. “Ughh…probably just now I did. But I refuse to move my bowels just yet. After we finish this house then we can have our fun.”

Harry looked up from the house to shoot Draco a wink. “Can’t wait.”

He took in Draco’s whole appearance just then. The blond was still kneeling, a look of discomfort and desperation on his face as he was using all his strength and willpower to keep himself from pooping. “You know, you look really hot right now. Desperation is a very sexy look on you.” Harry grinned.

Draco flipped him off, while another disgusting fart exited him. “Fuck off, love. You should be glad I’m holding this all in since you’ll also be enjoying it later on.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just saying that I’m already enjoying it all now.” Harry reassured him, causing Draco to roll his eyes but smiled back at him anyway.

Harry continued on with the house and after a few more minutes, Draco was able to collect himself once more to help out.

This time, they switched- Harry was icing the driveway while Draco plopped the m&m’s to make it look like a stone roadway. Luckily, Draco had finally stopped eating the candies- his stomach had gotten too bloated to add more sugar on top of it.

Harry himself was farting as well- he had also eaten the stew after all- but it seemed his farts were overshadowed by the near explosions that would boom out of Draco arse every few minutes.

Harry couldn’t help but giggle every time Draco farted so loudly that he would drop a candy or had to pause and quickly grab his bum to keep his poo from coming out.

It really was arousing to watch.

When the last of the yard was finished and the final dollop of icing was placed, both men sat back and admired their final product.

Their creation could be considered a gingerbread mansion- with colorful candies galore and heavy with snow-laden icing. They even had a chimney and a twizzler fence surrounding their cookie home.

And there was even an adorable snowman family in the front yard, to greet any visitors that wanted to see the house.

Harry admired the house, feeling that now familiar joy he felt every time he experienced something he had always dreamt of doing since he was a child.

He never failed to feel grateful that he got to experience them all now- and always with Draco by his side, which made the experience all the more worthwhile.

Harry looked up as he saw Draco making his way to stand up, gesturing for Harry to follow.

Harry let Draco pull him a few feet away from the gingerbread house and looked on with curiosity as Draco, who had one hand firmly on his still pooting bottom, held up his wand with his free hand and aimed it towards their creation.

“Animabilis!” Draco casted the spell, an almost snowy-like light was released from the top of his wand and circled around the tiny house.

Harry’s green eyes widened in surprise as he watched their tiny cookie home come to life- the candies on the house were sparkling, the windows were lit from the outside, peppermint candies were spinning, and even white smoke came out from the chimney.

The yard was also lit up as the candles sparkled brightly with their little marshmallow snowmen family waving at them happily as the tiniest snowman jumped around in glee.

“How do you find it now?” Draco smiled at Harry, putting away his wand.

Harry swallowed as he looked at Draco with wide eyes, feeling a bit overwhelmed by how happy he felt. “It’s perfect. I love magic.” He breathed out, swallowing again as he could feel tears forming at the corner of his eyes. “Oh Dray, I love you so much.”

Draco chuckled as he leaned over to nuzzle their noses together. “I love you too, baby.” Draco looked up for a moment and his eyes widened before he chuckled again. “Oh, now what do I see here?”

Harry looked up and grinned widely as he saw small evergreen leaves and teeny red and white berries bundled together with a red bow and hanging above them. “Well, I think we both know what mistletoe is. And you know what one does when they’re caught underneath it, hm?”

Draco laughed at the smug look on Harry’s face, knowing that his cute lover probably hung the little bundles all over the house while he wasn’t looking.

Not one to go against tradition, Draco took his free hand to cup Harry’s cheek and brought the other up for a very sweet kiss.

Harry opened his mouth and they both sighed as Draco’s tongue intertwined with his own, tasting all the sugar that coated both their mouths.

As they snogged leisurely, Harry pushed himself against his lover, wanting to feel the other’s body more, to share the warmth that they both had together.

Draco couldn’t help but drop the hand that held his bum (his body was preoccupied at the moment so he wasn’t too worried about anything coming out right then) and wounded both arms around Harry, pulling his boyfriend flush against him.

When he cupped his hands underneath Harry’s bottom like he usually liked to do when they snogged, Draco let out a noise of surprise when he felt a soft mound there.

“Hm?” Draco pulled away from their kiss to look at what he was holding.

Harry closed his eyes and moaned as he felt Draco squeezing his mess, smearing it up his crack. “That feels good.”

Draco’s jaw dropped as he realized that his lover had indeed pooped himself. “You little minx. How did you soil yourself without me noticing?” He demanded, smoothing the bulge in his hands down and spreading it all over the other’s entire arsecheeks.

Harry gave him a sneaky smile as he pressed his bottom down on Draco’s hold. “Just wanted to give you a little present- since we both know how much you love them, you spoiled git.”

Draco grinned as he fought the temptation to sink his hand right inside Harry’s soiled knickers. “And do you plan on spoiling me more?” His grin widened even more as he felt a hard vibration on his hands, signaling that his lover had just farted silently.

Harry winked. “Of course. Only the best for you.”

Draco was about to give in and reached inside for Harry’s mess, but his stomach gave a strong cramp at that moment, forcing out a harsh stream of gas and making him grab onto his own bum instead.

PRRRTTTT! Prrrt! Brrrrtt! BRAP! BRAAAPPP…

“Ohhh…nghhh…” Draco strained to hold in the impending shitstorm that was on the brink of coming.

“Alright, I think you love held it in long enough, dear. Shall we head to our bedroom to finally play?” Harry suggested, letting Draco out of his misery.

Draco nodded his head fervently, straining too much for even words to come out.

Harry helped Draco up the stairs, secretly enjoying watching Draco having to waddle as he moved, obviously showing that he had something between his legs that was about to come out soon.

They both let out more gas with every step they took, only Draco’s far overtook Harry’s in terms of volume and smell by a long shot.

Each fart that escaped Draco’s hold sounded more bubblier and more wetter as they came- Harry was excited to see what the state of his boyfriend’s undies were in. Without a doubt, they for certain weren’t white any longer.

PHHHBBBLLTTT…

“Uuunnnnhhhh…” A guttural growl was ripped from Draco’s throat as he could feel a bit of sweat or probably his arse juice trickle down his bum at a particularly wet fart that escaped. It forced him to pause during their trek upstairs so he could suck back the thick stool that was nearly at his entrance now.

Thankfully, Harry then helped out by shoving his hand inside Draco’s knickers and pressed his hand firmly over Draco’s hole.

Harry wore a gleeful expression on his face as he could literally feel the wide turd poking out of Draco’s hole as it contracted around it. He happily pushed it in, feeling the other’s pucker twitch as little tufts of air blew on his fingers.

Draco moaned as Harry’s hand kept his load in check, feeling confident to let go of more farts since he trusted Harry to hold everything in. “Ooh…thank you for your help, baby.” He could feel his voice getting more gruff as the feel of his lover’s hand on him down there was stirring up feelings of arousal inside him.

“Oh no, thank you.” Harry insisted, also feeling himself harden as they began to start upstairs once more. Draco shot him a knowing smirk when he noticed Harry’s walk looking a bit wobbly, a noticeable bulge visible in his lover’s crotch area.

With a lot of effort, they finally made it up the stairs and hurried over to their bedroom, shutting the door behind them as they did.

Harry gave Draco a peck on the lips before removing his hand from the other’s pants and strode towards their bed.

Plopping himself down, Harry opened his arms and legs invitingly for his lover to join him, which Draco readily did.

“Mhmmm…” They both moaned as their lips touched once more, dragging a slow and sensual kiss out.

Brrrttttt…

“Ungh, Harry!” Draco gasped, feeling his control on his bowels nearly giving up as he used the last of his strength to hold himself in.

“Let’s take our clothes off and see what presents we have for each other, okay?” Harry whispered, running his hands all over the front of Draco’s pants, wiping some of the brown stains that had been on his hands from helping Draco earlier.

Draco nearly banged his head with how hard he nodded and with a spoken whisper from Harry, he groaned when the other wandlessly vanished their clothing, leaving them in only their briefs.

They both had worn light colored underwear- Harry’s a light yellow while Draco’s his usual stark white.

But now both of their briefs shown obvious colors of brown- Harry’s more than Draco’s due to him having messed himself earlier.

On the seat of Draco’s briefs were a dark brown with a few streaks of brown at the back from all his wet farting.

For Harry, his entire underwear from back to front was in brown- hardly leaving any of its original yellow color left. And it looked quite lumpy due to his feces had spread all over, some squeezing out from the edges and making Draco want to smear it over his legs.

In fact, that’s exactly what Draco did, and Harry let out a low moan as his lithe finger dragged itself over his thigh, drawing a line of brown with it.

BLORRRPP!

Draco paused in his drawing as he let out another ugly sounding fart from his rump, making him squeeze his legs together.

“Baby, I want to be inside you when I finally let go.” Draco told him roughly, his expression tight as more gas squeezed out of him.

Harry nearly came with that announcement alone and whined loudly, “Bloody hell, Draco.”

Harry lifted himself off the bed and pulled off his briefs, hearing Draco’s breath hitch as some of the poo fell onto the bed and floor, his entire bottom covered in the mess.

Harry coughed as the ripe stench of his shit hit his nostrils. “Oh, Dray- cast the spell, will you? My hands are too dirty to touch my wand.” He told Draco as he flung his soiled pants off to the side.

Draco moaned as he opened his legs when Harry began to remove his own underwear for him, but he managed to grab his wand and cast ‘Odoratus Adlevo’.

Harry threw Draco’s dirtied knickers to where his own laid and comfortably sat back down, opening his thighs wide so his hole- wet and caked in excrement- was presented to his lover.

Harry sighed happily as Draco grabbed his lips into a kiss while he felt his lover’s weeping erection rub against his hole.

With a whispered spell, Harry felt himself instantly become much more wetter and slippery down there as the spell thoroughly lubricated him.

Draco pulled away from their kiss but kept his face only a few inches away from Harry’s, giving Harry a questioning look.

Harry understood what he was asking for as immediately smiled and he nodded.

Needing no further nudging, Draco held onto Harry’s hips and immediately they both let out a moan/sigh as Draco’s cock was slowly sheathed within Harry’s walls

“Mmm…you always feel so amazing.” Harry smelled as Draco inched himself inside of him.

BRAP!

Draco grunted as he felt himself fart, focused on entering Harry without hurting his lover while still trying to keep his load in. “I should be the one saying that, baby. You feel so good around me, so warm.”

Harry sighed as he relaxed his body to make sure to take all of Draco in. He brought his hands up and felt up Draco’s bum, feeling the wide turd already poking out.

Harry played around with the bit of log that was poking out through Draco’s arsecheeks while Draco finally entered him fully.

“Hmm…I feel so full.” Harry moaned happily, enjoying the feel of Draco fully inside of him now.

“Me too.” Draco leaned down to suck on Harry’s neck, leaving a mark there.

Still playing with Draco’s turtlehead, Harry suddenly lightened up. “Oh Dray- I just thought of an idea.”

Draco licked the red spot he left on Harry’s neck and lifted his head to raise an eyebrow at the other. “Hm? What is it? You are filled with such lovely ideas today after all.”

Harry grinned as he tightened his walls briefly, pulling a choke from Draco’s throat. “I won’t tell you- I’ll show you instead.”

Harry wordlessly and wandlessly brought their pillows closer so he could rest comfortably on them, wanting his back to be elevated so he wasn’t laying straight on the mattress but instead, almost sitting back while Draco was over him.

With that, Harry pulled Draco’s bottom closer and began moving his own bottom in a rhythmic motion, smashing their lips together for a rough snog.

Draco followed Harry’s pace and pushed himself in and out of Harry, the immense pleasure of their actions causing him to lose control of his mind and body.

No longer able to hold on any longer, Draco started to push his bowels at the same time while he was thrusting in and out.

Harry, predicting that this would happen, took hold of the slowly emerging turd that was coming out of Draco’s hole and acted like a stopper, preventing any more from coming out.

Feeling his bowel movement being stopped, Draco gave an aggravated growl and ripped his lips away from Harry’s.

Harry ignored Draco’s glare and kept his hold over the other’s stool.

Just as Draco opened his mouth to speak, Harry grinned slyly and with the hand that held the other’s turd, he grabbed the turd and pushed it back in.

Draco’s complaint caught in a choke as he felt his wide and quite hard poop being shoved back inside of him, the sensation strange but oddly arousing.

“Urgghh…H-Harry!” Draco strained, feeling his belly harden with how full it was but unable to expel any of it contents like it was begging for.

“And who said you could stop?”

Harry teased, shoving his bottom down, forcing Draco to continue fucking him. “Let’s come together, love.” He whispered, reaching up to lick at Draco’s lips.

Draco’s eyes were dilated with pleasure as he started up again and pounded right into Harry- making Harry scream in joy when he aimed right at the spot where he knew Harry felt most sensitive.

“More Draco!” Harry demanded loudly and from there they took on their more animalistic instincts as they both seeked for their desires together.

Draco rammed himself inside Harry while at the same time Harry pushed Draco’s turd in and out of his body, allowing it to come out for a few inches before Harry stopped it and then pushed the thick stool back inside of Draco.

Thankfully, the monster turd inside of Draco was very compact and solid, fitting tightly against Draco’s walls so the blond could literally feel his poo slide in and out through his hole, keeping his arsecheeks apart.

Draco moaned deliciously at the feeling of his cock being inside of Harry while at the same time his poop was being pushed in and out of his arse- the double stimulation was almost unbearable for him to handle.

Draco was also letting out the most raunchiest of gas, which was the only thing that he was able to successfully release out of his body, the air bursting loudly with every thrust he gave.

Harry’s bowels were also in action as well, gas trumping out as his own derrière as a mixture of soft and liquid feces dripped down and covered Draco’s entire penis.

Both men were getting close to completion, Harry nearly sliding off the pillows he laid upon as Draco pounded him relentlessly against the bed.

“Dray…I..I, ooohh…I’m about to…” Harry let out a long wail when Draco pounded his prostate over and over, barely able to hold on for much longer.

“Come, just…oh yessss…mhmm… just come…” Draco panted, not pausing his movements for even a second.

“Dray…” Harry said weakly, feeling himself tightening up as he tittered at the edge of what little sanity he had left.

“Come, baby…mmm with you…” Was all that Draco could force out, each thrust getting harder as they neared towards their end.

And with that, Harry finally let himself go, screaming with no restraints as he climaxed hard.

Warm semen shot between their bodies with poo splattering all over Harry’s bum and Draco’s cock and crotch, covering them all in Harry’s essences.

As Harry’s walls clamped over him with amazing strength and his senses filled with the flood of his lover’s fluids and excrement, the stimulation was all too much for Draco and it caused him to finally climax as well.

Draco shouted into Harry’s shoulder as he came deep into his lover’s body, shooting his cum hard within Harry’s body, filling his lover up entirely.

And from his other end, he also lost control as neither him nor Harry could restrain his bowels any longer.

PHHHBBBBLLLLLTTTT!

“AHHH!” Draco screamed as a torrent of poop shot right out of him, like a rocket launching itself with lightning speed.

With Harry squeezing him as he cummed while finally being able to release his crying bowels from the other end, Draco was nearly sobbing from the intensity of what was double pleasure for him.

Harry’s spent cock flopped over him as he laid tiredly against the pillows, too exhausted to move other than to milk Draco through his own climax.

He watched Draco’s expression- which was almost in sheer pain of pleasure- as he felt himself become full with his lover’s seed and listened and felt both of them being covered by loads of excrement that was flooding all around them.

Draco was sweating and chills was running through his body- the full extent of finally expelling his bowels after so long had pulled him into a poo-phoria of sorts. Harry had just enough strength left to lift his arms to hold onto Draco as he waited for his lover to come down from his ultimate high.

As time passed, both their erratic breathings slowed down until their bodies finally relaxed, all the tension seeping out of their tired limbs as Draco dropped down onto Harry’s drained body.

Harry was so beat that he couldn’t even find himself able to move the dead weight of Draco’s heaviness off him. He just laid there, relishing in the moment.

The two lovers snoozed for a while, too tired to even clean the bed or even air out the overwhelming stench in their room from when the spell they had casted was no longer effective.

A few minutes passed by before Draco found enough strength inside him to pull out of Harry, placing a kiss on his forehead when his boyfriend whined at the loss of his member inside of him.

Shifting his body to the side so he was no longer suffocating Harry with his weight, Draco looked down to take in the full extent of their mess.

He could honestly say that never before had he seen so much shit in one sitting in his life.

The entire bed and their bodies were covered in the couple’s combined bowel movements, stools and liquid poo spread out and dripping everywhere. Brown mush of every shade of brown, yellow and even a bit of green was smeared across every surface around them- a bit even getting onto his blond hair.

It was truly a sight to behold.

Sighing contently, Draco snuggled into his lover, wanting to savor in their smelly and vulgar aftermath.

Harry eventually blinked awake and also glimpsed at their current state, only giving a sigh as well before snuggling into his lover’s body.

“You were amazing, baby.” Draco whispered, wanting to shower his beautiful boyfriend with all the love he was feeling for him.

Harry smiled tiredly at him. “You too. Must have felt nice finally being able to poo, huh?”

Draco nodded. “You can’t even imagine. The sensation of coming inside of you while finally able to move my bowels at the same time…the pleasure from both ends is indescribable.”

Harry hummed as Draco laid butterfly kisses all over his face, as a way to thank him for giving him the best climax he ever had. “…makes me want to experience that too one day.” Harry mumbled, yawning afterwards.

Draco petted his side, curling his leg around Harry’s. “Oh, I’ll make sure you will. It feels bloody brilliant. You’ll love it.” Harry smiled at the promise before yawning again.

Knowing that they were about to shut down soon, Draco reached around for his wand.

Grabbing it from the floor at where it fell, Draco casted a few quick cleaning spells- using Evanesco and Tergeo on their bed and floor, while also using the most gentlest Scourgify on their soiled bodies as he could.

Odoratus Adlevo was the final spell casted and both men took a deep breath as their nostrils thanked them for being able to breath in fresh air again.

When they were about as clean as Draco deemed appropriate (he knew that it would be impossible at that point to drag themselves up for a more thorough shower) he resigned in the fact that they would just take a more deep-cleansing bath when they woke in the morning.

Draco pulled them up the bed and brought Harry closer to him, rearranging their soft cleaned blankets around them to keep the chill in the room from hitting their aching naked bodies.

While they cuddled in their post-coital bliss, an airy but easily audible fart rolled out of Harry’s relaxed bumcheeks.

Pfffffftttttt…

“Aaaahhh…” Harry breathed out slowly, their sheets warming up inside them from the air emission.

“Still have a bit left in there, hm?” Draco chuckled, sinking further into the warmth that was spreading under their blanket.

Harry smiled sleepily towards him and farted again. “Yeah…just a bit.”

Draco smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss the top of his nose gently. An equally airy- perhaps a bit bubbly- fart left Draco’s own bum. “Me too. I suppose we’ll be able to warm up our bed then.”

Harry sighed in contentment. “Good. I’m too tired to cast a heating spell anyway.”

Draco laid on his side, his arm stretched out to hold Harry, while he listened to Harry when the other began to hum a small tune under his breath. “What are you singing, love?” He asked curiously.

Harry slowly opened his eyes to look at him, Draco able to see that his lover was barely conscious at that point.

“Beans, beans, the musical fruit.

The more you eat, the more you toot,

The more you toot, the better you feel.

So let's have beans for every meal!”

Draco giggled as Harry continued to hum that song quietly, almost deliriously while yawning in between words.

Eventually Harry’s humming trailed off until he finally drifted off to sleep, the only sounds coming from him were soft snores and more airy poots that left him every now and then.

Draco continued to stay awake for a few minutes after Harry fell asleep, wanting to just savor the moment of his sleeping flatulent lover for just a bit longer.

He was suddenly reminded of a conversation they had a few years ago when they first started out and confessed that the other passed gas in their sleep.

Draco still wondered if he himself did, but he had been truthful when he said that Harry’s bum for sure was not quiet when he slept.

But Draco truly loved Harry’s sleepy farts- the sound almost soothing, and though the smell really got very ripe at times, he didn’t mind at all and only cuddled closer to the other, enjoying the warmth that spilled into their sheets, making Draco’s low-tolerance body towards the cold feel nice and toasty.

Draco truly lived for their methane cuddles every night.

Pulling his sleeping lover to his chest, he looked down gently as Harry nuzzled unconsciously there, making him feel even more warm and cozy in their soft blanketed cocoon.

“Sweet dreams, Harry.” Draco whispered to him, smiling when he got a mumbled, incoherent response back.

With his arms and body wrapped around Harry, Draco gave one more yawn before he slowly closed his own eyes, letting his own exhaustion from their day overtake him until he finally joined Harry into their dreams.

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Comfortable 8: The Call Of Nature

THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR THOSE WHO LIKE THE SEXUAL ASPECT OF THESE KINKS AND NOT FOR NEWBIES TO THIS KINK, UNDERAGED READERS, THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE JUST PASSING BY OUT OF CURIOSITY.

*I have never wrote so much poop and sex in one chapter before. I amaze myself sometimes 😳 And I apologize in advance- I went all over the place with this chapter. I’ve been very stressed out lately and I think it’s showing in my writing…If my stress gets worst, I’m thinking about going on hiatus soon…😓

**Btw, I answered a very interesting ask that someone sent in recently- I posted my answer to it right before uploading this chapter so if you’re interested, you may want to read it after you’re done here…

“How you managed to talk me into doing this I’ll never know.”

Harry only grinned as he listened to Draco once again gripe about their upcoming destination.

After much pleading and many rounds of hot sex, Harry finally managed to wear Draco down and got the blond to agree to go camping with him for one whole week!

Harry actually missed living out in the wilderness like he did during his seventh year.

Minus the little fact that he had been on the run from a madman at the time and had no other choice but to hide out in the woods, Harry still remembered how much he enjoyed being out in the nature- away from the hustle and bustle of the city and forced to display himself in front of the crowds of people watching his every move.

So Harry waited for the right time to bring up his camping desires to his lover.

Thankfully, that time came when the pair had solved one of the most difficult Auror cases that had been ongoing for about five years.

As a reward, Robbards gave them one whole week off from work. And with that, Harry set his plans into motion.

Even though Draco made sure to make his distain for this weekend known quite vocally, Harry could tell that his lover’s complaints were only half-hearted.

If Draco truly abhorred the thought of camping, Harry would have willingly given up and just not go. He would have been disappointed, but he would hate to force Draco to do something he didn’t want to do.

But Harry saw that twinkle in Draco’s eyes when he mentioned them camping together and Harry knew right away that the blond was looking forward to this weekend just as much as he was.

Draco never said so, but Harry knew how jealous his lover was of the Golden Trio’s adventures during their Hogwart’s years. So Harry could guess just how excited Draco must have been that he could finally share an adventure together with just the two of them.

But of course, since Draco was Draco, he needed to at least act the part of a whiny Pureblood who couldn’t fathom being away from civilization for more than a day, let alone a whole week.

Just only in the beginning though- to keep up with appearances.

Harry smiled- his lover was such a drama

queen but he was still in love with the wanker.

They drove out deep into one of the forests in the rural part of the UK, a place where Harry scoped out a few weeks before as the best location to set up their campsite.

Draco was taking a short nap while Harry navigated their car through the trees, carefully going over each bend and dip of the forest ground.

When they finally made it to their destination, Harry cut the gas and gently shook a lightly snoring Draco awake.

“Love, we’re here.” Harry crooned to him gently, placing a light kiss on the other’s temple.

Draco yawned as he slowly opened his eyes, letting out a soft sigh when he felt lips press on his own. He let himself enjoy their kiss for a moment before they pulled away and Draco finally blinked himself to full consciousness.

Giving another yawn, Draco rubbed his tired eyes. “Alright. Shall we see where you’ll be forcing me to endure for the next week, hm?” Harry grinned as he unlocked the buckle of his seat belt and got out of the car.

Harry took in a deep breath of the crisp, clean air and hummed as he felt the sun hit his skin nicely.

Draco got out of the car as well and stretched out his long limbs before taking a good look around him. By the look on the blond’s face, Harry was relieved that he could tell that his lover was pleased about their location.

They were in a large clearing, almost a perfect circle in the middle of the woods. There were equal splotches of grass and dirt on their campsite and they were surrounded by tall, beautiful hanging trees that provided them with proper shade.

They also had a great view of the blue sky above, and the day was a little windy so the breeze felt nice on their bodies.

But the best part was where the trees opened up and lead to where the lake was located at. And even from where they stood, they had a brilliant view of the landscape where the lake, forest trees and mountains lay before them.

“Oh, Harry…” Draco sighed, turning around to wrap his arms around the shorter man. “This place is so lovely.”

Harry smiled happily as he nuzzled into his lover’s chest. “I’m so relieved that you love it- I wanted to find a place that we could have all to ourselves and searched high and low for this place.”

Draco gently took his chin and pushed it up so their eyes could meet. “You do know that I didn’t really mean what I said about camping, right? I’m actually really excited to experience this with you.” He admitted softly.

Harry grinned as he kissed his lover’s worried frown away. “Yeah, don’t worry. I know that you were just making a fuss earlier just for the sake of it cause you’re a git. But it’s okay since you’re my git.” He reassured the other.

“Prat.” Draco said lovingly, giving him a small smack on the bum before sharing one more kiss.

With one of Draco’s arms wrapped around Harry, he looked curiously around him. “So, do we set up the tent here?” He asked, trying to recall what one usually does when they camp.

Not surprisingly, Draco had never once gone camping before- not even as much as stay the night in his own backyard.

The couple did sit down the night before and discussed a few rules and what to expect during this week.

One was that they would do things as naturally as possible- meaning, with as little of magic or even muggle means (like electricity) involved as possible.

Draco pouted at the thought of not being able to use electricity for a whole week (he had gotten really attached to a lot of muggle mechanisms- especially the telly, coffee machine and internet) and had a near panic attack about having to go without magic.

But Harry reassured him that they could still use magic but only when necessary or to make them more comfortable, which Harry was fine with compromising about.

As for electricity, Harry allowed Draco a few extra hours on the internet and even watched the drama that the blond had been trying to get him to watch for a while now (Harry will never admit that he actually ended up liking the show and was equally excited for season 2 to come out).

Draco felt so out of his element, that the only thing that could comfort him now was the fact that he had Harry by his side, whom he trusted would take care of everything during this week.

Harry shook his head and moved out of the other’s arm while grabbing his wand. “Nope, I have something else in mind. But let me just do this really quick.”

Draco watched curiously as Harry murmured an unknown spell and made wide movements with his wands. He saw a thin white string being released from the tip of the wand and steadily made to cover the entire clearing, including the lake in an almost web-like cocoon.

Finally, the web seemed to glow silver once before it slowly disintegrated into the air and when Draco realized then that he had unconsciously held his breath, he quickly took in some air right away.

Harry wiped off some sweat that formed on his forehead, looking tired but satisfied, so whatever spell he casted must have worked. “All done.”

“What was that?” Draco questioned, trying to look around to see if anything looked different.

“I casted a shield charm around our campsite and across the lake. The wide range made it much more tiring than it usually was but I wanted to make sure everything was covered.” Harry explained.

“You casted a shield around us?” Draco wondered.

Harry nodded. “It’ll deter any other humans from coming by the area. We’re in a pretty private and isolated spot already, but it’s better to be safe than sorry- so no one will come by and disturb us, even by accident.

“I even added the Impervius spell. Even though the weather is supposed to be perfect, I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t be affected by any stray storms while we’re here.” He added.

Draco looked at him stunned. “You really came prepared.”

Harry shrugged, looking shy. “I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t regret coming with me this weekend.”

Draco felt his insides warm at the amount of consideration and thought that Harry gave him in terms of his comfort. “I’d never regret being anywhere as soon as you were right there with me.” Draco told him, giving his boyfriend a tight hug.

Harry smiled as he returned the hug, before they pulled away again. “Oh! And lastly, I did a strong bug repellent spell so no insects will disturb or bite at us.”

Draco’s face showed immense relief at that. “Thank Merlin! Now I don’t have to worry about anything crawling over me.” Draco shuddered at the mere thought. He even looked closely at the grass under their feet and noted that not even an ant could be spotted.

Harry grinned as he walked back to their car to grab something out of their trunk.

Holding a small cylinder-shaped thing in his hands, Harry guided Draco to the middle of the clearing and dropped the item right in the center.

“Engorgio.” Suddenly the cylinder opened up and expanded into a large sleeping bag that could easily fit the both of them inside. It looked to be about 94” X 62” large and Draco had to admit it look pretty comfy.

“I thought it would be better to sleep under the stars and a tent would only interfere with the view.” Harry explained.

He casted wordlessly casted another spell over the sleeping bag before laying right on top of it. He opened his arms and looked expectantly at Draco.

Draco hesitantly joined him on their ‘bed’ and let out a surprised gasp when the bedding was actually very comfortable and quite cushiony underneath them.

“Hopefully with my last spell, it would feel just as of we’re sleeping in our own mattress at home.” Harry pointed out.

Draco sighed contently as he held Harry in his arms, snuggling into one another. “I don’t know how you do it, but you managed to check off all the boxes so far.”

Harry smiled as he kissed his boyfriend’s chin and then his cheek. “I’m glad to hear it. Does that mean I get some sort of reward for all my hard work?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Draco gave a sly grin and murmured something softly before Harry gasped in surprise when he felt first rather than saw their clothing suddenly vanish and they were now both stark nude.

Harry heart beat in anticipation when Draco shifted so he was now hovering over Harry, both legs over Harry’s hips, his slowly hardening cock touching Harry’s own.

Although this lover wasn’t able to do it as often as Harry did, when Draco did manage wandless magic, it never failed to fill Harry with a mixture of pride and arousal.

Frothing their cocks together, Draco leaned down and gave Harry a slow, languid kiss. “Shall I show just how much I appreciate you right now, baby?” He whispered against his lips.

Harry breathed in deeply of his lover’s delicious heady scent and nodded eagerly. “Show me, Dray.”

Harry opened his legs wide, making himself vulnerable as he opened and closed his hole invitingly for his lover to come inside.

Draco reached down and with another wandless spell, slipped his now lubricated finger inside of Harry, loving the low groan Harry let out at being penetrated.

After slipping two more fingers inside to thoroughly stretch Harry out, Draco finally replaced his finger with his leaking erection.

Both of them let out a loud sigh when Draco was fully inside of his lover.

Their lovemaking was on the slower, more relaxing side as Draco took his time to thrust in and out, enjoying the feel of Harry’s walls pulsating and sucking him in further.

The couple snogged lovingly as Draco gently stroked Harry’s own hardened member and one of his nipples while Harry squeezed his lover’s arse between his hands.

Although both men enjoyed their bouts of steamy, hard, and dirty sex, they also enjoyed those moments where they could just take the time to enjoy one another. No rush, just mostly savoring the feeling of their bodies connecting as one.

They took their time as they loved one another, finally stiffening as they both came with Harry going first and Draco following soon after.

They both breathed deeply as they cuddled on their sleeping bag, nuzzling as they murmured words of love to each other.

“Did I do a good job showing my thanks to you?” Draco teased as he kissed Harry’s cheek this time.

Harry smiled as he ran his hands over Draco’s soft hair. “Mmm…you did. I really love having you inside of me.” He sighed happily, his hole drinking in Draco’s now softened cock that was still inside of him.

Draco gave him a warm look as he rubbed his lover’s arse with one of his hands. “I love being inside of you too- there’s no better sensation than feeling your walls around me.”

They both continued to lay lazily on their bed until Harry’s stomach eventually gave a soft growl which they both felt between them.

Dracon chuckled when Harry’s cheeks pinked at the sound. “Are you feeling hungry love? Or do you need to pass some gas?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the second option.

Harry shook his head. “Unfortunately, I’m just hungry right now. Maybe we’ll have some more dirtier fun later.” He winked and saw the promising glint in Draco’s eyes.

After a few minutes, they both got up to dress. Harry began setting up the rest of their things while Draco casted a cleaning spell over their bedding before going to help Harry.

Despite wanting to do things the more natural way, they ended up using a little bit of magic to set up the resort of their campsite.

Harry used spells to pull together large logs for the men to sit on and created a decent area to set their fire on. Draco levitated their very large cooler- large enough to hide a body inside- out of their car trunk (which had an extension charm placed on it) before taking out the pots and other kitchenware for them to cook with.

Draco enjoyed watching Harry make (well, attempt) to make fire using what looked to be a rock and some flint.

“Alright, I think we should give it a rest now love. Where are the matches? Or perhaps a lighter?” Draco suggestedly gently as he watched Harry huff when the small spark that appeared was quickly put out again.

“I can do this.” Harry told him stubbornly.

Draco only rolled his eyes. “By the time you get a fire going, we will be having dinner instead. Okay, let me borrow these for a moment.”

Harry began to argue but Draco ignored him and swiftly swiped Harry’s glasses from his face.

The sun was shining brightly which was helpful as Draco tilted the specks in his hand and angled it just at the right position.

As the light hit the glass before reflecting itself on the large piles of wood logs, suddenly a small fire appeared before it grew bigger and bigger.

Draco gave a triumphant look at the blazing fire he created as he carefully placed the glasses back on his lover’s pouting face. “There you go, Harry.”

“I could have done it, you know.” Harry insisted. “Just you watch, Draco- I’ll make a fire for the both of us.”

Draco waved his hand absently as he pulled them both up from the ground. “Of course you will, Harry. Now let’s get lunch ready because I am famished.”

For their lunch, they decided on something quick and simple- roasted hotdogs and baked beans.

“Gotta have the camping classics.” Harry winked as he placed a large pot over the fire that was going to be for their dinner later.

Draco grinned as he scooped up a large helping of beans onto both their plates. “I’m certainly not complaining.” He winked back as he took a large spoonful of the baked beans into his mouth.

Harry felt a small bubble of anticipation in his own belly as he watched his lover eat his lunch with gusto. “Good- because we’re pretty stocked up with beans for this whole week.” And with that he proceeded to eat his own food, making sure to get extra helpings.

After lunch, they both sat on the logs, cradling their full and bloated bellies in their hands.

Draco rubbed his stomach until his eyes widened before he opened his mouth to belch loudly.

UURRRRPPPP!

Suddenly a gurgle could be heard from his belly and right after Draco’s belch, he released a wet fart from his bum.

Bbbbrrrrrrrrtttttttt!

“And there goes the beans.” Harry pointed out, grinning at the belch and fart that Draco just released.

Draco returned his grin as he farted again, sighing as it released the pressure that was building inside of him.

Harry felt his own gas bubble inside of his tummy and he leaned to the side a little to push out his own fart.

Prrrrrrrrrtttttttttt!

Harry sighed before he paused and opened his mouth to let out a loud burp as well.

UUURRPP!

“Mmm…we’re both-urrppp! smelling a bit ripe- and the winds are down at the moment. Hold on.” Draco grabbed his wand and casted Odoratus Adlevo.

Harry heard Draco blast another fart out of his bum and sniffed the air- sighing as the spell his lover had casted lightened the stench around them to just a light musty, maybe meaty odor.

They continued to belch and fart to relieve the pressures inside of them, but the more gas they let out, the more they felt that something solid would come out soon.

BBRRRAAAPPLLLTT…!

“That sounded very wet, love.” Draco pointed about at Harry’s last break of wind.

Harry grimaced as he shifted in his seat. “Felt wet too. I may have sharted a little- I think I need to have a poo. Join me?” He asked, after hearing his lover let out another long fart.

Draco nodded, his fart still coming out as he said, “I’m pretty sure I’m close to dirtying my knickers as well. Lead the way.”

Draco followed Harry as they went a little away from their campsite, but still within the shield, to a place where a tall and thick fallen log was overlooking out to the lake.

“Well, let’s take a seat, shall we?” Harry gestured to the log.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the other. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Nope.” Harry said with a popping sound at the end. “We’re out in the middle of nature- of course there’s no loo around.”

“So you expect me to sit my bare bum on this piece of wood and move my bowels on it?” Draco said, half in disbelief.

Harry shrugged his shoulder as he dropped his shorts and unsurprisingly soiled underwear and plopped himself right on the log, making sure his hole was just over the edge of it. “Yup. That or you can pop a squat somewhere- I figured that sitting here would be the closest thing to a toilet.” He pointed out, giving the other an expectant look.

Draco eyed the log for another second before he sighed and pulled down his own bottoms before gingerly setting himself right beside Harry.

Harry grinned as he patted the other on the back. “See? It’s comfortable right?”

Draco didn’t look as enthusiastic but didn’t comment as he stayed seated.

Harry and Draco were quite the sight as they both sat bare-arsed on top of the large fallen log.

Their bums were sat at the very edge of the log so their holes were free to drop any of their excrement on the ground below.

After bearing down, Harry immediately had about a 5 inch log of light brown poop hanging down now.

Draco’s bum on the other hand was clean, but his bumhole opened and a large and very long windy fart came right out.

PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT…

Harry chuckled as he reached over to pat the blond’s thigh. "That was a long one, babe." He commented, sounding proud at how long it went on for.

Suddenly, Harry heard a cracking noise behind them. He quickly turned his head around, making the stool that was still hanging from his bum to swing slightly as he did so.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” Draco asked, noticing his lover looking behind them. He looked back too, and smiled when he caught a glimpse of his lover’s ‘snake’.

Harry’s eyes roamed around the area before relaxing and turning back to his boyfriend. "I thought I heard something behind us. But it ended up being just a bird that landed on that branch there." Giving another grunt, the log that had been hanging out his bottom dropped down with a satisfying plop.

Bbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrttttttttttt!

Harry sighed as another bubbling fart came out of him.

Draco turned around to looked at his boyfriend's creation before he pouted. "That's not fair- I can't go." He complained.

No matter how much Draco pushed, all that would come out was gas- maybe some small amount of arse juices, but nothing more.

Harry chuckled again as he rubbed soothing circles over his boyfriend's stomach. "This is why I told you not to eat too many of those banana chips earlier." He pointed out gently.

During the car ride, Draco had pretty much devoured the whole bag of banana chips that Luna had given him and Harry as a souvenir from her trip to the Philippines during her last visit. Harry didn’t really care for them, but Draco had been addicted to the sweet, crunchy goodness.

Draco huffed loudly as he crossed his arms, knowing that he was acting a bit childish but he hated the full feeling in his gut and not being able to relieve himself. "It's that blasted banana’s fault."

Harry smiled fondly at his boyfriend before grimacing a bit as his own belly gave a pull.

Sitting further back, Harry grunted as he farted loudly, another log poking out of his bottom.

Prrrrrrrrrrrtttttttt!....

Draco grumbled incoherently as he watched as his lover pooped. His own stomach began to grumble and with some effort, the blond pushed out another monstrous fart.

BBBRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!…

Harry looked down and could see something very dark brown, almost black, peeking out out of his lover’s hole for a second before it got sucked right back in.

Draco made a whining noise as his stool continued to be stubborn and not come out. "Harry, my stomach hurts!" He complained once more.

Harry, who was now pushing out a mushy pile of his own, made a sympathetic noise and started to rub more harder on his boyfriend's aching belly. "Why don't you walk around for a bit? I'm sure the motions might help bring it out." He suggested.

Draco sighed but got up and did just that.

Ppprrrrrrrrttttttttttt!....Pffftttt.....

Letting out a few more farts, Harry finished his business and began to wipe up with the tissues they had brought (all biodegradable and safe for the earth).

He twisted around to see what he had created- there were two 1 1/2 inch thick logs, both about 7 inches long. Next to it was a slightly skinnier log that was nine inches long. And the ground around it was decorated with mushy greenish poo that was piled on top.

When Harry finished wiping, he turned around and began peeing on the mess he had made. Sighing when he done, Harry shook himself off and went to where his lover was.

Draco continued to walk around, pushing out gas as he went. When a particularly strong cramp hit him, he bent down and moaned, wrapping his arms around his belly.

Harry could see the black-looking turtlehead pop out Draco’s butthole again, but it soon retracted itself when the blond breathed in.

Harry walked towards his distressed boyfriend and started to comb back his sweaty blond hair with his fingers. "Come here, love. Try squatting- it might help." Harry suggested to his constipated boyfriend.

Draco nodded and proceeded to follow what his boyfriend told him and held onto Harry’s hands for balance and support. Then he heard Harry murmur something under his breath.

“Oh!” Draco gasped when he felt something smooth and warm swipe inside his bum and directly over his hole. Harry had apparently casted a lubricant spell on him- and if Draco hadn’t been feeling so full and irritated, he would have been turned on about the fact that apparently his lover could cast that spell wandlessly.

Giving Draco’s hands a squeeze, Harry gave out instructions, "Okay. Now I want you bear down and try not to relax your bum immediately afterwards- when you relax, I’ve noticed that your poop goes right back in again. After bearing down, take a short breath and push again. Okay?" When his lover nodded, Harry counted down for him to push.

When Harry said "Go!" Draco immediately grunted and bore down, feeling the very hard knob poking out of his rectum again.

Following what his lover instructed, Draco paused a bit to take catch his breath before once again giving another push, making sure not to relax his bum.

Harry watched as the small black knob slowly started to come out. Harry squatted beside his boyfriend as he held both of the blond’s hands into one of his own while he wrapped his other arm around the sweating man, giving Draco’s sides a good squeeze to help aid him.

The monster of a log slowly snaked its way out of Draco with every grunt and groan he made. There wasn’t even much gas involved- the log was so thick that it was tight around his walls as it pushed out of his body.

With a final push, Draco gasped loudly, panting heavily as his poop finally exited him, landing with a thud on the floor.

Bbbrbrbrrbrttt…

A weak fart spluttered out of him as Draco sighed, feeling relieved but worn out from all the effort.

Harry also sighed in relief when he saw that his boyfriend had finally went. Looking behind them, he couldn't help but let out a whistle. "Wow. That's quite impressive, Dray." Draco looked down and couldn't help but agree.

The log was very dark in color and more than two inches thick. It coiled itself on the floor like a snake. It was an impressive length of over 12 inches long- the longest either of them had seen.

Breathing heavily, Draco slowly stood up with his legs shaking a little. "I think I’m done." He announced weakly.

Checking his boyfriend's bottom, Harry blinked when he saw that the other was unconsciously pushing out another large log. "But you're still going, Draco." He pointed out.

Draco looked surprised, obviously unaware of his body’s unconscious actions since he was still quite worn, and looked down to blink at the approaching log that was indeed exiting from his arse. “Oh. Well, I believe my bowels are getting more looser now that that beast-“ he gestured to the monster on the ground, “is out of me.”

Harry hummed as he led his lover back to the log from earlier. "I can see more starting to come out." And he was right- there was already 5 inches of poop hanging from Draco’s bottom, swinging as he walked. "You can sit on the log and finish your business here- it'll be more comfortable for you." He coaxed.

As soon as Draco sat down, the now 8 inch log slipped out of him, a wet fart accompanying it.

BBBBRRRRRTTTTTTTT!....

As a rush of soft poop rushed out, Draco’s face twisted as he bit his lips, a squelching noise squealing from his arse.

A foul stench loomed in the air, causing them to recast Odoratus Adlevo once more.

Draco unloaded about one more soft pile of feces before he announced again that he was done.

“Are you sure? I can still see a bit inside of you.” Harry pointed out. He had gotten excited when he realized the amazing view he had as his lover took a dump right beside him. Harry could see the feces that was still inside his lover every time his pucker opened up.

Draco shook his head as he rounded his bum around so Harry could wipe it for him. They rarely had the chance to wipe each other up, so it made the experience even more intimate and special.

“I can leave the rest in. I wanna save it for later.” He winked and Harry felt his lower belly warm in anticipation.

They both dressed up and went back to their campsite. Harry brought out the fishing poles for them both to try out fishing and hopefully they would be able to enjoy their catches as part of their dinner for that night.

Harry looked amused as he watched Draco gag as the blond fussily hooked one of the worms to his line.

“It’s absolutely gobsmacking how you can’t bear to touch a worm but you’re perfectly fine with touching my poo.” Harry blushed when he realized what he had just said.

Draco paused in his worm-slaughtering to shoot Harry a side look. “I guess it just depends on where it comes from- as long as it’s from you, I’m fine with going as far as holding your warm, thick excrement and-“

“-okay, enough of that!” Harry said quickly, making the other chortle out loud. “You really are the grosser one in this relationship.”

Draco merely leered at him. “As if you haven’t played with my own bowel movements in return.”

Harry blushed harder as he decided to leave that topic up in the air as he finally helped his lover hook his worm.

They both shared in comfortable conversation as they relaxed, passed gas (from both ends) and fished for a few hours.

Luck must have been on both their sides because they both managed to catch a total of five decent sized-fishes between them.

Watching the sun go down, the two hauled their catches back to the campsite and roasted them all over the fire.

They enjoyed their crispy fishes along with some rice on the side and a hearty bowl of beef stew that had been simmering over the fire since lunchtime.

“Oof- I’m stuffed.” Harry groaned, cradling his bloated stomach in his hands.

“Urrrrrrpppppp!” Was Draco’s reply as he leaned his head on Harry’s shoulder. Harry suddenly felt his lover stiffen before a loud fart bubbled out of the other’s rear end, and when it was over the blond relaxed against him once more.

Harry took his other free hand that wasn’t on his own stomach and placed it over Draco’s own popped out belly to rub comforting circles over it.

Draco moaned as he let out another loud belch. “UUUURRPPP! That feels good.” He shifted closer so Harry could rub him more.

Harry chuckled as he did just that, hearing more puffs of gas exiting his lover’s bum.

Feeling a gurgle in his own stomach, Harry paused in his ministrations to push out a good fart as well.

Prrrrrrrtttttttt!

“Hm, nice one love.” Draco smiled as he reached over to pat Harry’s stomach in return.

Harry sighed in contentment as they cuddled together, watching the campfire burn before them.

Suddenly Harry remembered something important. “Oh! How could I forget!”

Draco looked on curiously as Harry got up and went to grab something in their large cooler. His eyes brightened when he saw the chocolate, graham crackers and large bag of marshmallows in Harry’s hands.

“I don’t suppose you have room for dessert?” Harry teased as he sat back down and opened the box of crackers.

Draco grinned as he opened his mouth to burp again before saying. “Urrp! I’ll make room. Now pass me those marshmallows!”

They were both sticky with marshmallows and melted chocolate by the end of the night, letting out more burps and farts as their poor stomachs were nearly bursting at the seams.

“Ughhh…I gotta take these off.” Harry moaned as he pulled off his bottoms, sighing in relief as the waistband was no longer restricting him.

“Ohhh…me too.” Draco also removed his own pants and then just decided to remove the rest of his clothes. He grinned when he caught Harry eyeing him with interest. “Might as well strip Harry- we’re the only ones around and it’ll make it easier for the both of us when we have some fun later.” He winked as Harry readily rid himself of his shirt.

They both sat stark naked right there out in the open, but they both agreed that they were enjoying it.

“Draco, come closer.” Harry beckoned. Draco grinned as he could guess what the other wanted.

And his guess was correct when his face was only a few inches away from Harry’s before his lover opened his mouth and let off a loud burp right in his face.

“Mmm…” Draco closed his eyes as he took in the sweet scent of the other’s burp. It literally smelled like sugar.

Opening his eyes again, Draco opened his own mouth and pushed out a massive belch right back in the other’s face.

Harry’s eyes dilated as Draco’s belch was just as sugary smelling as his own and he suddenly had the urge to find out if it tasted just as sweet.

They found out that they both tasted as sweet as sugar as they both proceeded to snog one another senseless, Harry finding his way onto Draco’s lap, exchanging burps into each other’s mouth as they kissed.

Harry hummed as he ran his tongue against Draco’s, giving a few sucks before pulling away so they could catch their breaths.

“You taste so good.” Draco told him heatedly, making Harry blush while hardening at the same time.

They took a short break as they put away the leftover sweets for another day before Draco pulled Harry back onto his lap while rubbing the other’s tummy this time, enjoying the puffs and vibrations as Harry farted right on his thighs.

“You know, usually when people gather around the campfire, the mood usually ends up with them telling ghost stores or singing songs.” Harry brought up the topic suddenly.

Draco snorted as he let out a loud fart right at the same time. “A definite no to the singing then- our tone deaf voices will put us both off our moods for sure.”

Harry snickered as he nodded in agreement. “Can’t argue with that. Alright, I’ll tell a ghost story then.” He didn’t notice the slight stiffening under him as Draco tightened his arms around his waist.

“Sure, sounds interesting.” Draco sounded nonchalant, although Harry thought for a moment that there was something off in the other’s voice.

Shrugging it off, Harry began telling him the story he had overheard one of his fellow classmates from his pre-Hogwarts days tell their friends before.

It was called the ‘The Weeping Woman.’ It was about a woman who had married the love of her life and they ended up having plenty of children.

One day, she caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend.

Devastated, the betrayal drove her mad and when she got home, she accidentally went off and ended up murdering all of her children in her insanity.

Her husband later came home, only to be horrified at the bloody bodies of all his children strewn around the house.

When he got to their master bedroom last, he opened it and was met with the scene of his wife hysterically laughing and crying while rocking the dead body of their newborn baby in her arms.

The husband slowly walked out of the house and ‘accidentally’ set the whole place up in flames, killing his wife and whatever was left of their family altogether.

“But the wife never truly disappeared after that. Their neighbors who had lived nearby would say they would see a women who looked exactly like the wife, wandering around the area- especially the woods and the lake near her house- crying while looking for her ‘lost’ children.” Harry said.

He noticed as he was telling the story that Draco had gotten quite gassy while he told the story.

At the part where the wife held her dead baby in her arms, Draco had let out a monster of a fart right then, making Harry pause in his storytelling to giggle, while Draco just gave a weak laugh as well.

Harry didn’t think much about all the gassiness.

At first, he thought that perhaps his lover was farting like crazy because he may perhaps have been getting scared at the story, but he just shook off that thought as he chalked it up to his lover finally losing hold on the rest of his bowel movement he’d been putting off for a while now.

“The weeping woman ended up driving away the neighbors and eventually the area was abandoned. Over the years, only a few people who were unfortunate enough to camp in the area made witness to the lady.

“There were even rumors that those families who were camping with their children would mysteriously disappear because the weeping woman would kidnap them, thinking they were her own.”

Harry smirked as he could feel the sweat coming off Draco’s body even though the night air was cool around them. And his lover was letting out even more louder toots as the story went on.

Wondering once more if his innocent story actually scared his lover more than he originally thought, Harry then decided to add something to his story that was completely a lie as far as he knew.

“No matter what the police- they’re like the muggle version of aurors- had investigated about the disappearances, they just couldn’t figure out where the children had gone.

“And well, the funny thing is…apparently there were rumors that the area that the weeping women would haunt was actually near from where we are now. In fact, this very clearing might be where the house was since the lake is right here-

BRRRRRAAAAPPPPPP!

Draco gasped as a massive fart ripped out of him, feeling so wet that he just knew that something other than air had come out along with it.

The truth was, his bowels were at the end of their rope. He had been silently cursing himself for not finishing relieving himself earlier as he had been turtleheading for what felt like hours now.

There was a moment while Harry was checking on the stew, Draco discreetly lowered the back of his bottoms so his bare bum was sticking out and he quickly popped out a quick turd that landed on the ground, thankfully staying unnoticed as it was camouflaged by the dirt and rocks surrounding it.

He had felt completely naughty but aroused by what he had just done.

But now, Draco’s stomach was in a total turmoil and Harry’s horror story didn’t help things whatsoever.

Draco stood up all at once, causing Harry- who who had been seated on his lap- to nearly fall down, but ended up catching himself last minute and sitting himself on Draco’s spot on the log.

Draco nearly toppled over the other as he rushed to unload the huge bowel movement that was not going to wait any longer.

Just as Draco took a few steps towards the trees, he slowly skidded to a stop, bent over while having both hands pressed over his hole.

They were out in the middle of nowhere and he suddenly wondered why he should hurry off to defecate when he could do it right here? What difference did it make if his excrement ended up on this forest ground compared to the forest ground a few feet away?

Feeling a tingle of anticipation bubbling along with everything else that was in his stomach, Draco slowly turned around, grinning at Harry.

Harry had been taken off guard when Draco suddenly stood up, making Harry almost fall to the ground if it weren’t for his fast reflexes that kept him from doing so.

He sat right on the spot where his lover had been instead, and Harry’s eyes widened when he felt a splat under his bum.

Checking, he realized that he landed on the ‘surprise’ that had come out along with Draco’s fart.

Giggling a little as he rubbed himself against his lover’s poo, feeling the mush smear around his own bottom, Harry looked up and raised an eyebrow when he saw that Draco stopped all of a sudden.

Harry had taken a moment to admire the view of his lover hunched over, hands over his rear end that actually didn’t cover the brown stains that peeked through.

He was wondering why Draco had stopped, until he noticed his lover turning his torso so he saw Draco’s wide grin while still having a clear view of the other’s rounded bum.

He felt himself freeze and then get hot all over when Draco’s hands dropped away and he watched his lover bare down, a enormous fart ripping out of him, spluttering pieces of poop and liquid feces right out like a hose.

Draco smirked as he saw Harry’s intense gaze on him.

Letting out a slightly exaggerated moan, Draco pushed out another thundering fart, bringing out more of his BM right out.

Draco’s focus quickly shifted away his lover to unloading his bowels, enjoying the feeling of relief and the fact that he was shitting right there out in the open, with no exhibitions whatsoever.

Harry was almost drooling as he watched Draco reaching down to spread his arse cheeks apart, his hole visible as it spluttered when more gas and feces exited out of him.

Slim logs of poo slipped right out, his bum being drenched in brown arse juices as it dripped down his legs.

“Oohhh…” Draco sighed happily as he felt himself empty all his bowels onto the forest ground. He shifted his right leg a bit as he began pushing out a stubborn turd.

Harry had an almost dazed look on his face as he watched that thick turd slowly inch out of his lover, stopping when his lover paused to catch his breath.

Draco huffed as he could feel the turd stopping as it clung stickily to the bottom of his bum, smearing itself there. He knew that this was the last of his large bowel movement and was frustrated that this stubborn piece didn’t want to come out.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind and he brightened as he squatted down and reached his hand to hold the sticky stool.

Blllllrrrrrtttttt…

“Hnngh!…yesss…” Draco hissed as he pushed down, using his hand to help pull out the rest of the log.

With a splat of mush at the end, Draco brought his hand up and looked at his stool- about six inches long while the rest of his palm was covered in soft mush- and smiled.

Straightening up, he walked slowly towards Harry, keeping his grey eyes on his lover’s face. He saw bright green eyes stuck solely on the ‘present’ that he held up in his hand.

Draco kept walking until he straddled Harry on the log, and he felt a complete giddiness fill him when his lover moan loudly in delight when Draco grabbed both their erected members in his hands and rubbed his defecation all over them both.

They both let out the most primal and guttural sounds as Draco pumped them both, using his poop as a lubricant so their cocks slid against each other deliciously.

“Draco…” Harry gasped his name, feeling himself about to cum.

“Harry…” Draco growled as he smashed their lips together and with a harsh pull at both their pricks, they both came together with a loud shout, scaring a few birds in the trees above them.

The couple heaved heavily as they slid from the log and leaned against it on the ground.

Harry turned his head to capture Draco’s lips once more, his hands reaching down to lightly finger the excrement between them.

“I love being covered in your mess.” Harry panted happily.

Draco reached down to wipe his poo over Harry’s balls and up the other’s crack, painting his lover with his dirtiness. He grinned when Harry let out a mewling noise while he spread open his legs for more.

“It’s like I’m branding you as mine this way.” Draco reveled, coloring his lover’s entire bumcheeks with brown.

“I’m always yours.” Harry pointed out, giggling when Draco nuzzled his nose.

“Mmm…I never knew how much I would love being out here in nature. It just makes all our scat play even more intense- and we don’t even need to worry about the smell since the winds take care of that.” Harry said, realizing that neither of them had needed to cast Odoratus Adlevo once during this last session.

Draco nodded eagerly. “That’s right. Also, I came to a realization that because we’re alone in the wilderness, we can do whatever we want. We can bare ourselves to nature, and relieve ourselves when and wherever we want to.” He shot Harry a telling look.

Harry felt his heart thump as he realized what his lover was insinuating. “So what you’re saying is we should just forgo our clothes for the week and when we need to piss or take a shit, we should just do it right then and there?”

Draco grinned as he nodded. “That’s right. Wouldn’t we be getting the full feel of nature and be in touch with our ‘primal instincts’ that way? Besides, our bowel movements will actually benefit the forest wildlife- like manure.”

Harry laughed as he hugged the other to him. “So our poop will be full of vitamins and minerals that will actually be helpful? That sounds insane- let’s do it!”

From that day on, the lovers rid of all of their clothing and enjoyed the rest of their camping trip in full au naturel.

It became a regular sight for Harry when Draco would suddenly stop whatever he was doing- whether it was cooking or watching Harry attempt to set a fire again- in order to let out a fart and poop out a stool right where he was.

The couple loved whenever they would take a stroll and one or both would pause in their conversation in order to pop out a turd right on the ground before continuing on as normal.

Draco always felt a thrill when he would notice a peek of brown excrement caked over his lover’s hole or a bit smeared on his crack that he didn’t clean off well. Draco would then proceed to help wipe up his lover properly and that always ended with a fantastic shag.

Harry watched with a warm gaze as Draco kissed his forehead before he got up from their bed to grab some water for the both of them.

They had just finished another round of lovemaking and after a spicy meal of curry that day, their activities was filled with plenty of gas from both ends.

When Draco made his way back, he accidentally dropped one of the bottles behind him.

Turning around and bending down to pick it up, Harry’s eyes widened in delight as he noticed his lover’s arse covered in light brown poo.

“It looks like you just sat in a bowl of peanut butter, love.” Harry giggled when Draco shook his dirtied bum in response.

“You know how curry sneaks up on me.”

Draco winked, standing up straight and making his way back to their bed. Harry noticed that the mess also continued towards Draco’s front crotch area.

Harry beamed when he heard the gross sounding sploosh as Draco sat right down, spreading his mess onto their sheets. “I love your poopy bum.” He admitted, opening his mouth when Draco offered him some of their water before the blond took a long swig for himself.

Putting the water away, Draco gave a playful smile as he lightly shoved Harry down onto his back, making his lover gasp. “Now let us both share a ‘poopy bum’, hm?”

Harry giggled again before he moaned loudly when he felt Draco rubbing his dirtied crotch all over his own arse.

When Draco woke up one morning, he was surprised and delighted with the sight of two tanned-colored globes a few inches away.

Before he could say anything, his mind registered the pungent smell in the air before he saw the wrinkled pucker that was nestled between those lovely cheeks open widely to rip a large burst of gas right out.

BRRRRRTTTTTT!

Harry laughed lightly when he heard Draco’s delighted gasp as he let out another fart from his bum.

He had decided to surprise his lover with a little ‘show’ that morning and his belly was gurgling in anticipation.

Pfffftttttttttttt…

Draco felt himself hold his breath as he saw Harry’s hole let out a soft hissing fart before he exhaled when he saw the tip of a brown turd peek right out.

Draco’s eyes were nearly dilated as he watched what looked to be a monster of a snake slither out of his lover’s bum, so thick that it looked to nearly break open the other’s arsecheeks.

Harry uttered a low sound as he felt his massive log push out of him, nearly similar to the feel of Draco’s own cock in his bum (but of course, his lover was much larger and better).

The beast was nearly ten inches as it hung out of his hole before gravity pulled it down and it dropped with a low thud on the ground.

Harry let out a sigh and quickly readied himself for the second log that he could feel was pushing right out after the first one.

He suddenly gasped in shock as he felt two pale arms wrap around his waist before he felt something much harder and thicker push itself inside him.

“Ooh…Draco, no. I still need to poop.” Harry whined, although he wasn’t really upset since he could feel his now lubricated hole (Draco was getting really good at casting that spell wandlessly) being pounded in by his lover’s hard cock.

“Sorry, baby. I can’t hold it any longer.” Draco whispered into his ear before nibbling at the lobe while slowly thrusting himself inside Harry.

Harry let out harsh pants as he was pounded over and over, the pressure in his lower belly building as everything in his bowels was forced inside.

“Harder…!” Harry gasped right before Draco did just that and nearly forced a climax out of Harry right then and there.

Harry left Draco in charge of their balance as Harry just gave himself to the rolls of pleasure and sex.

When Draco angled himself in a certain way as he thrusted into Harry, that was all that was needed for Harry to shout as his climax spluttered out, covering his front and the ground with his semen.

It took a few more thrusts before Draco let out a harsh growl before he too came inside of lover.

Harry was tiredly dazed out as he could feel his already full tummy fill up with his lover’s cum.

Draco panted as he whispered softly into Harry’s ear. “I’m gonna come out now, baby.”

Without further warning, Harry felt Draco slide out of him and that caused everything that had been plugged inside of Harry to come right out with full force.

“Oh bloody-!” Harry gasped as he shitted all of his poo and Draco’s cum right out, his movement very noisy as loud, bubbly wet farts exploded along with his bowel movement.

Draco groaned in pleasure as his front was painted in his lover’s bodily wastes. He even thrusted his semi-hardened but tired cock over his lover’s spewing hole.

They eventually slid back on the bed, both of them catching their breaths as their whole sexual play ended with Harry sighing as he peed over the both of them.

“Morning, Dray.” Harry smiled sleepily, turning around to nuzzle his nose against his lover’s.

Draco chuckled, shaking his head as he lovingly cupped his lover’s bum in his hands. “What a wonderful way to start the day with a nice morning dump, hm?” They both shared a giggle as they spent the rest of that morning exchanging sweet kisses.

On one day when the couple had a huge pot of chili and beans for lunch, Draco had watched Harry once again attempt to lit a fire the natural way until he felt his tummy give a loud rumble.

Phhbbhbbbllltt!!!

Harry looked up when he heard a very wet and sloppy fart going off and saw Draco face fill with a blissful smile as he let loose.

Harry chuckled, enjoying how comfortable his lover looked. “You really loved my chili, huh? You did eat three bowls of it.”

Rubbing his stomach that had a small pooch due to the bloatedness from all the chili he consumed, Draco sighed in contentment. “Your chili tasted so good. And it’s feeling good coming out now. I love how I can just fart out here in the woods. It’s so freeing.” He gave Harry a relaxed smile. “I’m going to grab a bottle of butterbeer- want one?” He offered.

Harry nodded and smiled back until he blinked when Draco turned around and he saw the small streaks of chunky poo around his arsehole and the back of his right thigh that must have shot off when Draco farted.

“Oh, Dray. Grab some tissues- that last fart you let out was a messy one.” Harry pointed out.

Draco turned back to him with a surprised look on his face. “Really?” Reaching down, his grey eyes widened as he felt a sliminess down there. “Oh, you’re right.”

Draco went next to Harry and turned around. “Better check if there’s more inside. You want to watch?” He smirked suggestively although he already knew his boyfriend’s answer when Harry nodded his head fervently.

Sticking out his arse so the other had a good view of his cheeks and hole, Draco hummed as he bore down, a torrent of chunky feces falling right out and landing on the forest floor underneath.

Harry breathed heavily as he watched his lover’s hole open up as a wide turd began to push itself out.

Feeling himself become hard, Harry shamelessly began to rub his hand over his erection as he watched Draco push out the monster-sized poop out.

Draco sighed as he heard the low thud of his BM landing below and then grunted, feeling another warm stream of chunky poop shoot out of him.

He paused when he heard a breathy moan behind him and turned around.

He was shocked to see that some of his shit had sprayed onto his lover, even getting a little on the other’s cheek.

As Draco opened his mouth to apologize, he almost choked on his words as he noticed that his lover was actually masturbating, pulling at his standing erection while his eyes were focused on Draco’s soiled bottom.

Grinning as he suddenly had an idea, Draco quickly turned around and went to where Harry sat.

He barely noted Harry’s shocked and slightly shamed look at being caught in the act before Draco opened his legs and sat himself right over Harry’s lap, the tip of his lover’s erection touching his dirtied hole.

“Hmm…I guess it’s been a while since we got in this position.” Draco commented as he rocked his hips in order to take in Harry’s cock, grimacing at the slight burn of not bottoming in a long time.

“Ohhhhh….” Harry let out a guttural groan as he felt himself being encased inside Draco’s slick and sullied hole.

It took them a while before Draco was fully covering Harry and even longer for Draco to feel completely comfortable enough to move- they belatedly casted the lubricate spell which did help things a bit.

But once they got into the rhythm, the couple enthusiastically humped together, panting between kisses as Draco farted while he bounced his arse over Harry’s cock.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.” Draco warned, feeling himself tighten as he was about to blow. The combination of being buggered while having to shit was getting too much for Draco- no wonder Harry came first most of the time.

Harry nodded as he grabbed Draco’s face in his hands. “Just let go all over me, Draco.” He then smashed their faces together in a rough kiss and that was all Draco needed before he finally came.

His release was loud and messy- semen and porridge-like feces pouring out and covering them both in the blond’s bodily fluids and wastes.

Harry grabbed Draco’s hips and forced the other to move a few times on top of him until he too was finally able to climax, adding his own cum inside of Draco.

When they had both rode out their releases together, Harry leaned tiredly against the log behind him as Draco draped himself over his body.

“Merlin’s tits, that was incredible.” Harry panted as he rubbed their bodily wastes absently over Draco’s bum, spreading it up to his lower back.

“Bloody brilliant.” Draco agreed as he pushed his bum out a bit to let out a low bubbly trump from his rear end.

“We should have chili more often.” Harry informed him and smiled when Draco agreed straight away.

On another day, the couple had just returned to their campsite after enjoying a nice hike around the area.

Draco let out an annoyed tsk when he had accidentally stepped in a large pile of feces. “Ugh, Harry! I stepped in your shit.” He complained as he wiped his shoe on the clean grass beneath him.

Even though both men were enjoying dropping a deuce wherever the need took them, it still irritated Draco when he stepped on one of their ‘presents’, especially when he was wearing his expensive shoes (which he had only put on because Harry had warned him that the trail where they were hiking on may have thorns).

The funny thing was that both men wore only a pair of shoes and nothing more. They had chuckled at the fact that they were still mainly nude as they hiked.

Harry looked down from the bottle of juice he was drinking and looked at the spot that Draco was standing. “That wasn’t mine. You’re the one who left that one.” He corrected.

Draco narrowed his eyes at his lover. “I think I would know the type of feces I defecate, Harry. This one was yours.”

Harry glared at him back. “No it’s not, Draco. Mine has been more on the darker side. That crap that you just stepped on looks light brown, almost on the yellow side. So it’s obviously yours.” He defended.

Draco now crossed his arms across his chest, unamused. “I defecate more on the softer side- this obviously felt much harder than what I usually push out. It’s most certainly yours.”

“No it’s not.” Harry argued. “You also release thick turds too, Dray. Besides, my poop’s been looking more on the greener side lately due to that salad we’ve been eating.” He pointed out again.

“Just admit that I stepped on your mess.” Draco told him, feeling exasperated at why his lover was denying something so ridiculous and obviously his.

“It wasn’t me!” Harry growled before he straightened up. “Here, let me prove it to you.”

Draco’s jaw dropped as he saw Harry widening his stance before giving out a loud grunt, a wide log already pushing out of through his arsecheeks.

Harry moaned as his log slowly slithered out of him before landing on the floor with a spluttering fart.

Prrrrtttt!

“Hmm…” Harry rubbed his stomach as he looked at what he had just released. He looked up at the stunned expression on Draco’s face with a proud look of his own.

“See? Told you my poo had been more on the greener side lately.” Harry cocked his head as he looked at his creation more carefully. “And wow, that’s a lot of corn popping out. I guess it does go out the same way it goes in I sup-“

Harry’s words were cut off when his lips were suddenly assaulted by another rougher pair.

Harry moaned loudly as he felt himself being lifted off the ground but he let himself be carried off until his back was slammed against a smooth tree trunk behind him.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco’s hips, letting the other support his weight as he shouted loudly as Draco entered him in one go.

Thankfully, Draco had somehow casted the lubricant spell beforehand and with all the sex the couple’s been having, Harry was pretty much stretched out already.

“Draco…Draco!…haahhh…Dray…” Harry repeated his lover’s name over and over, feeling nothing but a hot pleasure burning inside him as the blond thrusted into him hard and quick.

Draco only snarled in return, an almost animalistic sound coming out from him as he bit down roughly on Harry’s neck, making Harry cry out in both pain and passion as he scratched his nails on Draco’s back.

It only took a few more harsh thrusts before Harry came hard, his cum spurting out and covering their fronts.

Feeling Harry’s walls clamp down on him, Draco also came, coating his own seed right inside his lover.

Harry sighed as he felt the other stiffen before a warmth filled his belly from the other’s release.

Harry let himself rest inside Draco’s hold, giving one of the scratches he made on Draco’s upper shoulder a lick in order to soothe the sting his lover must be feeling.

Draco slowly let Harry down, holding onto his lover firmly when Harry’s legs were shaky as it hit the ground.

They were both sweaty and exhausted but smiled blissfully at one another.

“Did I hurt you, baby?” Draco asked, combing some of his lover’s dark hair away from his sweaty forehead before placing a kiss right on the center.

Harry hummed as he closed his eyes when the other kiss his forehead. “It felt good. I’m sorry about your back.” He carefully tried to see the full damage on his lover’s back.

“Only a small sting and nothing a potion can’t fix.” Draco reassured him.

Just as Harry finish inspecting the other’s back, he noticed the small piece of poop that his lover must had accidentally pushed out while plundering Harry.

Harry grinned as he pointed at the turd. “See? You pooped out a turd that looks almost exactly like the one you stepped on earlier.”

Draco blinked before he looked down and gave a weary grin when he realized that Harry was correct. “I guess you were right after all. I’m sorry for accusing you, love.” He apologized.

Harry had a triumphant expression on his face but he accepted the other’s apology.

And one of their most memorable camping events happened when the couple had taken a skinny dip in the lake.

As they swam and explored the lake, they had fun playing with some of the fish that were swimming around them.

They had just eaten more baked beans earlier which the effects were showing from the endless bubbles that were being created from both their bums.

“Harry! You’re scaring the fish away.” Draco laughed as a torrent of bubbles were released from Harry’s arse, popping above the surface.

“You are too!” Harry shot back. Draco had let out a particularly big fart which displayed a huge air bubble that risen to the surface and made a weird glooping sound on the surface, which made them both giggle hysterically.

They continued to pass gas as they swam near the shoreline, their feet barely touching the floor of the lake as they tried to spot what else lurked in the lake.

As Harry observed the water, he caught Draco’s arsecheeks begin to spread open and the tip of a turd peeked out from between them.

“Oh, Draco. If you have to poop, don’t do it in the lake. We fish here and if the fish eat it, then we’ll basically be eating contaminated fish too.” Harry warned him.

Draco blushed as he stopped himself from pushing anymore. He had become so accustomed to just relieving himself whenever he felt like it since they first started camping that he had just began to poop without thinking about the consequences.

“Oh, I apologize- I forgot about that. I’ll just relieve myself on land.” Draco said, full of contrite. He felt better when Harry told him it was alright and gave him a kiss to cheer him up.

Draco stuck his hand under the water and pushed it up his bum, shoving the bit of poo back in and preventing anymore from coming out.

In that position, Draco awkwardly shuffled to land, keeping his hand firmly on his bum as he held himself the entire time.

When he finally made to to shore, Draco immediately opened his legs and let the stool that was hanging slip right out of his bottom.

Just as another log began to emerge, Draco suddenly heard the sound of leaves ruffling a few feet away.

Pausing in his dump, Draco turned with wide eyes to see a huge wild boar emerge from the bushes.

As soon as it met eyes with the blond, the boar let out a menacing noise before charging right at him.

“HARRY!” Draco yelled as he turned around to run.

Harry, once he saw sight of the boar, quickly made his way to land and held his arms up to catch his terrified lover.

As the boar approached them, Harry looked around to see what he could use to scare it away (his auror instincts cursed himself for leaving their wands back at the campsite).

PRRRRTTTT!

Harry jumped as he looked at the pink blush that was currently spreading across the otherwise paling face of his lover. He looked down and remembered why the other had left the waters in the first place.

On the ground was a nice pile of poop that was still growing as Draco noisily farted out more smaller pieces of feces that added to the pile.

Draco had his eyes set on the boar, who had slowed down but was still approaching them in a menacing manner. Harry realized that Draco didn’t even know that he was currently pooping- the blond’s only focus on the danger in front of them.

When Harry caught the sight of a thick snake of poo popping out of Draco’s arse, that’s when he got an idea.

Reached down, Harry grabbed the log that was beginning to emerge from his lover’s bum.

It felt firm and a bit hard in his hand and ignoring the yelp from Draco, Harry pulled the log down about an inch until it broke off from the other’s arse.

Pausing a bit to observe the poo in his hand- about six inches long, dark brown and bumpy- he turned to the front, swung his arm back and threw the log right at the boar.

Harry’s aim was right on the dot as the turd hit right in the boar’s face, between its eyes and rolling down to its nose and getting caught in one of its tusks.

The men froze as they watched the wild boar pause in its charge and gave a few sniffing sounds before giving a high-pitched squeal.

The wild boar swung its head from side to side, dislodging the piece of feces and making it fly off its tusks.

Just as the turd landed on the ground, the wild boar turned around and fled from them, back into its forest.

The couple watched the boar disappear behind the bushes before they looked at one another.

Then they both broke into laughter.

“Harry!” Draco hit him in the shoulder. “You did not just grab my stool to throw at that animal!”

Harry laughed, putting an arm up to defend himself from the other’s slaps. “It worked didn’t it?!”

Draco snorted as he shook his head. “You are a madman!” But he said this in a loving tone.

Harry grinned as he patted his lover’s arsecheeks. “Your lovely bum has saved the day, Dray.”

After that bout of unneeded excitement, the rest of their camping trip was much more calmer.

Finally, the day before they would leave and return back to their normal lives came by.

Draco squatted next to Harry as he watched the other give a final attempt at lighting the fire the old fashioned way.

“I think today is the day that I’ll finally be able to do it, Draco. I can feel it.” Harry told him, rubbing the stick in his hand and trying to look for a spark.

Draco just gave him a doting smile. “I’m sure you can, love. You’re Harry Potter, after all.” Draco laughed when Harry just stuck his tongue out at him, both knowing that Draco didn’t really expect for anything to happen.

After almost an hour, Harry took a break as he was getting tired. He was feeling annoyed that the fire still wouldn’t light up.

His annoyance lifted a teeny bit when he watched Draco, who was walking towards him with more tinder in his hands, paused for a bit to stick his bum out and give a loud fart, popping out a medium-sized stool right on the ground.

“Here’s the sticks you asked for.” Draco said when he made it back.

Harry kissed his cheeks, nuzzling his nose against the light stubble on the other’s cheek. “Hmm…I really like your mustache and beard, Dray.” Being out in the wilderness, the two men let themselves go in terms of grooming and this was the first time Harry saw Draco with facial hair. It looked good on his boyfriend.

Draco grinned as he reached up to gently caress the dark hair growing on Harry’s own face. “I like yours too- it looks so sexy.” His voice turning sultry towards the end.

They both shared a quick snog for a bit before Harry insisted he try to light the fire before the sun sets.

As Harry continued in his fire-making efforts, suddenly his breath caught when he saw a few sparks show and then the kindling was glowing a bright orange.

Harry quickly got down and gave a few light blows, trying to introduce oxygen in order to make the fire grow.

He started to feel frustrated when it only caused a small flame to appear, but it didn’t take to the rest of the sticks, the fire staying small.

“Did you finally make it?” He heard Draco approaching and that’s when Harry had an idea.

“Draco, come.” Harry urged as he quickly got up and grabbed his lover.

He turned a confused Draco around and positioned the other until Draco was bent over, his bum hovering a few inches over the glowing.

“What are you- nghh!” Draco grunted when Harry suddenly gave a good push right in the middle of his stomach, causing the gas that he had from their lunch of sausages and beans to come right out.

BRRRRAAAPPP!

Just as Harry predicted, the methane and oxygen from Draco’s fart took hold of the small fire and immediately the fire bursted out into large flames.

When Draco’s fart softened, the flames of the fire began to became less wild until it danced in the fireplace like a normal campfire.

“I did it!” Harry cheered as their campfire was finally lit.

Draco turned around to look at the fire, before he snorted. “More like ‘we’ did it.” He joked.

Harry grinned as he dropped down and playfully gave Draco’s bum a light kiss on one cheek. “Of course, I couldn’t do it without you.” He winked.

Draco smiled as he shook his bum in the other’s face, making the other laugh and give him a light slap. “Shall we indulge in some celebratory lovemaking as our reward and for our last night here?”

Harry’s eyes brightened as he nodded readily. “Of course. Let’s make it a 69?” He suggested, feeling his own arsehole open and close in anticipation.

Draco gave him a hungry look and he immediately grabbed the other and shifted them around so they both faced the other’s lower halves.

“Mmm…ooh…” Harry let out a delicious moan as he felt Draco’s tongue right on his hole (thankfully he had just cleaned himself earlier).

Seeing Draco’s own messy hole- just a few light smears of brown caked around the rim from a misfired fart or two, Harry giggled as he took in the musky smell. “You always take messy shits, love.” He ran his finger over it instead of his mouth like Draco was doing for his.

Draco chuckled, feeling Harry finger his hole lightly from between his crack. “You know how large my bowel movements can get, baby.” He sent a wink down at Harry, making the other giggle some more.

Laughter soon turned into more moans and tortured gasps as they continued to shower love towards each other’s bottom halves.

Draco gave a hard gasp when Harry let out a large belch while his mouth was covering the blond’s member (which was clean unlike Draco’s arse). Draco reveled in the vibration that Harry’s belch gave around his cock, making him almost come right then and there.

Harry gave another burp before letting out a moan himself when he felt Draco’s tongue insert itself right inside his pucker, thrusting in and out of him in almost a fervent manner.

With a resounding pop, Harry dislodged his mouth from Draco’s moistened prick and hurried to pull his lover up and away from his bottom half. “Ohh- Dray, I need you in me now.” He begged. Harry didn’t need to plead more since Draco was also at his limit.

They both let out a relieved sigh when they were connected once more in the way only lovers could be. Harry widened his thighs to take even more of Draco’s length inside of him, tightening his hole when the other tried to teasingly pull out of him.

They both panted as Draco pounded hard into Harry, quickly building up the pressure into their climaxes.

“I love you Harry.” Draco moaned as he laid a kiss on top Harry’s shoulder as he pushed himself all the way inside, full hilt.

“Ahh…I love you too, Draco.” Harry gave the other a loving look before Draco took his lips once more, teeth clashing before their tongues were intertwined with one another.

They finally came, both shouting with their lips still attached, arms wrapped around one another as the full moon shined brightly above them.

On their final day of camp, the two were feeling a bit somber that their outdoor adventures were finally coming to an end.

They had already packed everything up and was now staring at the clearing where they had stayed for the past week.

“If there’s one thing that I missed, it’s the feel of cashmere against my skin.” Draco sighed, hugging his light blue sweater to him. Even though he enjoyed the free feeling of being nude and getting to look at his lover’s bare body whenever he wanted to, Draco knew he would have missed the feeling and fashion of his clothes and accessories.

Harry chuckled as he felt Draco palming his bottom through his shorts. “I guess you missed me clothes as well.”

Draco gave him a saucy grin as he winked, making Harry let out a small squeak when he gave his bum a pinch. “I love your bare body, baby. But I can’t say I didn’t miss seeing how good your bum looks in these shorts.” He gave another good pinch to make his point.

Harry swatted him away before he sighed, looking at their campsite.

Due to their free inhibitions throughout the week, the duos ‘presents’ could be seen all around the forest ground.

It was funny to see exactly what the lovers had eaten when they had pooped out a certain pile or the color their stool took after staying there a few days.

Harry’s favorite was the pile with a particularly long and thick yellowish brown snake- nearly a ruler long- that was near their mattress that Draco had left two nights ago- they had been cuddling under the sheets before the blond frantically threw their blankets off and shitted that snake right there in front of him.

Harry remembered how they both laughed at the ugly glooping sounds Draco’s arse made as it released that monster with corn studded all over it. They had even named it ‘Basilisk’, which made the pair laugh even harder at the irony of it.

Draco sighed as Harry put the last of their things inside the trunk of the car, and wrapped one arm around the other as they took a final look at everything. “I’m gonna miss this place.” He said ruefully.

Harry nodded as he glimpsed over to the lake, watching the blue waters ripple lightly. “We can always come back for another vacation.” He reminded the other.

Draco brightened at that. “Maybe next year?” He suggested excitedly.

Harry grinned as he nodded. “Next year it is.”

Draco sighed as he smiled happily at the promise of them returning again. “By then, all our ‘gifts’ would be most likely gone.” He snickered as he gestured towards the piles and stray pieces of fecal matter scattered around their campground.

Harry grinned. “We throughly fertilized this ground- who knows? Maybe they’ll be a lot of flowers when we come back since we left such ‘rich manure’.”

Draco snorted at that. “Our bowel movements was rich all right.” He sniffed at the air. “And the stench is definitely ripe, I would say.”

Maybe it was due to the way they lived for that week, but the pair eventually became immune by the pungent earthy smell of Draco’s musk and Harry’s acrid ripe stench that came from their bowel movements- they rarely even casted any spells in regards to their smell since they had either gotten used to it or the natural winds helped blow away and dissipate any particular strong odors.

Harry sniffed as well and sighed as he enjoyed the smell of Draco’s vanilla scent once more on his skin- they had made sure to wash themselves very thoroughly before they went back.

“Well, shall we head home?” Harry offered, nodding his head towards their car.

Draco opened his mouth to agree, but paused before he said, “Hold on for one moment.”

Harry looked on curiously as he watched Draco lower his arm away from Harry’s waist and make his way to the center of the clearing.

A grin slowly started to spread across Harry’s face when he saw Draco lowering his pants and knickers as he stuck his bum out in the air.

With a wink in his direction, Draco grunted and after nearly 30 seconds of light farts, a thick brown turd could be seen peeking out between his arsecheeks before more slowly began emerging right out.

The stool was quite thick but short as it popped right out and landed on the ground.

They were both giggling as Harry helped wipe Draco’s bum, the tissue only having a bit of a light smear on it since Draco’s bowel movement was on the dry side.

“Are you empty now?” Harry asked, raising a teasing eyebrow at his lover.

Draco smirked as he pulled up his bottoms and went to grab the other’s hand. “Just leaving one more ‘present’ for the road.” Harry laughed as Draco kissed his nose before pulling them both towards their car.

Revving the engine on, Draco- who was the designated driver this time- slowly pulled their car in reverse as he slowly turned the wheel, making sure not to hit any of the trees or branches hanging above.

Harry looked out the window with a wistful expression on his face as they began to get further and further away from their little haven.

“We’ll be back next year and many years after that.” Harry turned to see Draco still facing the front as he drove but with a smile on his face.

“I solemnly vow to you that.” Draco glanced at Harry before focusing back to the road.

Harry returned his smile widely as he reached over to rest his hand on Draco’s thigh, giving it a small squeeze. “I promise you too. Next year and many more years after.”

The car was filled with that promise and the warmth of their love and company for the rest of the drive back home.

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