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Donald Trump is a difficult man. He has Biden wrapped around his finger, and he refused to admit it—Biden yearns to crack him open, make him bleed. He hates Trump. Trump hates him. But fuck, was there some fucked up tension between them, a tension they couldn’t help but want to resolve. “Shut, shut it-” Biden stuttered, his face scrunching up as he spat his words at the other man.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Sleepy Joe. You can barely speak without interrupting yourself.” Trump spat back just as nastily, not caring about the anger in Biden’s voice. How the hell did they end up like this? Biden was undeniably skinnier than Trump, yes, but he still had the upper hand at the moment. He was straddling the grump man, his knee pressing against his crotch. “Thats—Thats not import.. Important right now, Trump. What’s important is you shutting the fuck up.” Biden practically growled as he ground his knee against Trump’s crotch, forcing a soft whimper to emit from the orange tanned man’s mouth. “That’s more like it,” Biden laughed in amusement.
”Oh shittt, fuck you.” Trump huffed like a baby, trying, and failing, and to push the skinnier man off of him. Trump was hefty, but he was nowhere near strong. “Fuck, huh? Uh fuck you?” Biden teased, relishing in the way he made the bottom suddenly flip like a switch. At first, he was all confident and shit, and now he’s a like putty in his, Biden’s, hands. To put it lightly, Trump was all bark, no bite. Just like during the term of his presidency.
Trump simply stayed silent, ignoring Biden’s teasing. He knew that all the man wanted to do was irritate him, and he couldn’t let himself fall into his trap. Usually, he was the one attempting to purposely take the piss out of other people, but he guesses his own tactics were getting used against him. “Y’know, I said I’d bring back Roe V Wade if I was re-elected.”
“What the actual hell does that have to do with anything Joe…?”
”Ah. Right, sorry—dementia attack... You’re kind of cute like this, under me, begging for me to let you go. Y’know I just might keep you for myself.” Joe started, smirking down at the fat, orange bastard. “So cute,” Joe continued, humming softly as he reached down and began to unbuckle his belt.
Trump is a liar; he’s always been a liar. But he would most especially be lying if he said he hasn’t been wishing for this to happen for a long time. He hasn’t had sex, let alone been fucked in a long time. He didn’t have sex with a porn star, after all. “Are you going to fuck me, Joe? Is that what this is?” Trump asked, feeling himself harden in his pants, his micro-penis leaking pre-cum at the tip.
“Only, uh, if you want me to.” Want? What did Trump want? He wanted this, that's for sure. But he didn't want anyone to find out, what if people find out that Trump gets bent over by another man? His followers, his cult, his supporters, would all leave him! Sorta like what happened with Bill Clinton was still in office, with Monika Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack- Any who. He couldn't risk losing his following. They couldn't find out he liked men, wait did he like men? But what if they didn't find out? What if-
"Trump?" Biden called, his eyebrows raised, defining the wrinkles and folds of his face, snapping Trump out of thought. He looked incredibly concerned, and for good reason. The man he was on top of looked... almost scared? He didn't want that, and he didn't want to do anything Trump didn't want to do either. "Y'know we can, uh. Huh. We can stop If you want-"
"No, I want it." Trump made up his mind. "I want to prove to you that I'm way better at sex than you are." Trump coped, trying to make it seem like a competition in attempt to soothe his raging two-incher.
"Huh? To prove you're better at.. what?" Biden asked rhetorically, his mind slowly processing what the fat ass said. "You're joking?" He scoffed, his eyes widening in shock. That set Biden off. He tolerated the blatant bullying, he tolerated the petty remarks, he tolerated the 'sleepy joe' name. But this? Coming after his sex game? Nah. That's too far, even for Mr. build a dome over here. "I'll make," He stuttered, making Trump to laugh in his face. "I'll make you regret saying that, you cunt." Biden grunted, pulling his pants down to his knee, repositioning himself to pull apart Trump's leg with an iron grip.
Trump gasps, unaware of where Biden got this sudden strength from. Trump felt the plump apples of his cheeks heat up, turning a light shade of a beautiful light, rosy, pink as the other man quite literally tore his pants off. Biden grinned, sliding his cock through the fly of his boxers, gripping the base of his phallus tightly, so tight that the knuckles of his right hand began to turn red. "Aw, look at that." Biden mocked as he yanked Trump's briefs down. "It's so small and cute." He chuckled at the sight of the man's tiny dick.
"Shut the hell up, it's not even that small." Trump coped, denying the size of his cock being considered small. But it was small. Hell, it was microscopic.
"Aww, this is it when it's hard?" Biden was an asshole, but fuck it was hot. "Leaking, all for me? And, and, uh here I thought you were just saying that to prove something." God, he sounded drunk almost- fuck, he WAS drunk. Drunk on the sight of such a fucking cutie underneath him, all orange red, shaking- fucking trembling at the thought of finally getting a taste of his cock.