Work Text:
Mischa and Noel were in choir and Ocean was lecturing the choir on how Mischa needs to stop shitting himself
"Mischa, you need to stop releasing your bowels during professional choir time just because you feel like a small child and have the desire for Noel to remove your garmets and wipe your glutus maximus... You've soiled your uniform three times this week and Noel is the only one with some sympathy left for you because he enjoys viewing your genitals when changing your diaper! At our last preformance you added an instrument of your own during the Hallelujah chorus and Constance did not appreciate it!"
"THE ONLY BONES RATTLING WERE YOUR ASS CHEEKS MISCHA!"
"We don't appreciate the explicit use of the English language but yes Constance"
Mischa was nodding mindfully and thinking about his actions in the past. He understood that his mistakes have a long term effect on the choir but he was not planning to stop anytime soon.
Noel couldn't bear to see his Mischy Peeshy
Weeshy Giggidy Goo Poo Poo Woo in such distress. It tore his charcoal black soul apart.
Noel also had to focus so that his ass cheeks wouldn't tear apart and have chocolate swim out like a fountain, yet.
Usually this was Mischas line but Noel decided to adopt it.
"Ocean this is going to be a messy one. I might as well just name it after you. The way it's going to be a thick and heavy stream, and it will be just loud, annoying and nasally as your voice. It will be so dense and rich with fiber but also wattery and glossy. It'll be like a real Ocean unlike you, a ginger, ew. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it I might name it tsunami because this is going to cause many casualties."
"NOEL GO TO THE DESIGNATED PLACE FOR SUCH BUSINESS KNOWN AS THE RESTROOM NOW!"
"this is going to be a masterpiece..."
Noel smirked and looked at his Mischy Peeshy Weeshy Poo Poo Woo and knew exactly what he was going to do. This was the moment they have all been waiting for. The moment is now, Noel had to focus on pacing the releasing of the holy juice.
Mischa took in the look on Noel's face and had a feeling of pride spread in his chest. He felt like a proud father who taught his son well. He even came himself a little bit at the thought of Noel shitting, just for him. What did he do to deserve this man.
Shitting their pants has become a ritual now. A little quirk they shared.
"HERE IT COMES"
Noel exclaimed with such exitement and joy in his voice. Mischa cheered Noel on by chanting in Ukraniun
"ТИ ЗМОЖЕШ ЦЕ ЗРОБИТИ, НОЕЛЕ! ТИ МОЖЕШ КАКАТИ!"
soon Noel's ass cheeks flew open and a thick, watery, beautiful, honorable, stream started coming out his ass. The same ass Mischa would fuck. Oh the heavenly smell and sound of the shit. The juice! The warm and clumpy feeling of the brown liquid gold against his thong.
Ricky was standing behind Noel at the time because he couldn't limp away in time and had the delectable ass juice hit his face and throw him over. Ricky was mute but that day he could make out one sentence "Sexy cat women give me strength!" Everyone ran towards Ricky to at least help him back up but Mischa who was ecstatic! His eyes lit up as he saw Noel complete his mission and he started clapping (Noel's cheeks) in pure admiration.