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On the outside, he was a “great” president. The people (only his dick riders) loved him, and most of all, he made sure to go with what most Americans believed.
Gay and trans people were bad. Sure he could tell people that. Abortions were bad. Easy.
He did everything to make sure the people followed him, mindlessly.
But, on the inside was something else.
The way he touched him. The way he made sure to hold him when Trump was crying over those horrible, mean, liberals protesting against him.
God Trump loved Elon. He loved him more than the human mind could even comprehend.
Trump was just sitting in his office, completely exhausted from all of these hard decisions to make some people live hell, then suddenly he heard the door open.
“Excuse me! I’m trying to do my work!” He squealed like a pig.
But, the footsteps kept growing closer and Trump was too lazy to crane his fat orange neck to look at who it was.
Just as he was about to tell the unwanted visitor to leave, he felt hands come to rest on his shoulders — the same hands that could effortlessly send shivers down south.
“Hey kitten.” Trump giggled like the school girls he likes at the nickname, but said nothing.
“Don’t ignore me.” Elon purred as he turned Trump's chair around. He stared at him, admiring him, for a few moments, before leaning down and locking their lips together.
Trump smiled into the kiss, he adorned the way Elon tasted — processed foods, because he didn’t brush his teeth.
As he felt Elon’s tongue press at his lips, as if asking for entry. Trump obliged, allowing Elon’s tongue to explore his mouth. He had already memorized how it felt but somehow it always seemed to be better each time.
Trump moaned involuntarily, cheeks reddening, but Elon just smiled as he pulled away, a string of spit leaving them connected.
Trump began to rise so they could continue but Elon just pressed a palm to his chest, forcing him back down. Trump looked at him confused but still, he sat back.
“Now baby, let me take care of you today.” Elon whispered, as he looked down at Trump’s bulge, even if it was quite small.
Hands reached down, but instead of ripping off his belt like he usually did, Elon moved slowly, while still keeping eye contact with Trump.
Trump whimpered, bucking his hips, waiting for something, anything, but it didn’t come. He looked up at Elon, no words coming from his lips but his eyes were frantically waiting for him to continue.
“Elon.” Trump forced out, shakily.
“What?” He responded innocently. “Please”
“Please what?” Trump felt like he was about to cry. He just wanted Elon to hurry up but he just looked at him.
Elon refused to do anything, he just wanted Trump to beg for it. Teasing him, Elon stroked the tip of Trump’s dick.
“Please Elon, just put your mouth on my dick!”
That was all the confirmation Elon needed before he continued to undo Trump’s belt, this time faster.
Elon practically ripped Trump's dress pants off. His American flag colored boxers, now stained with precum, were on full display.
He dropped to his knees, looking up at Trump with lust. Trump thought it was a miracle he hadn’t busted in his boxers by now.
Elon finally pulled the boxers down, sending a jolt of surprise down Trump, as the cold air hit his erect mini dick.
Finally, after waiting Elon slipped his mouth around Trump’s dick, making him moan.
Elon’s head bobbing back and forth, as Trump’s eyes roll to the back of his head, grabbing onto Elon’s hair, making sure he didn’t stop.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
They both looked at each other as Trump awkwardly explained how he needed to answer.
Elon slid his mouth off Trump’s dick with a plop.
“Hello?”
“Well yes, I’m very busy right now.”
Elon’s eyes flashed with mischief, as he took Trump’s dick back into his hand and slowly stroked it.
Trump gasped at the sudden contact.
“Sorry, a bird flew into the window. Yes, I’m okay.” He spoke, looking down at Elon in surprise.
Looking back at him innocently, as he swiftly took Trump back into his mouth, bobbing his head even faster than before.
Trump seemed like he was having trouble getting words out so Elon picked up the pace even more.
“Yes, Thursday’s fine. Listen, I really have to go.” He shakily spoke into the phone.
Not waiting for a response he ended the call and looked back down at Elon.
“You little shit.” He mumbled but there was no behind his words.
Trump hit one of Elon’s teeth and groaned.
God, how Elon loved hearing this fatass chant his name. He could tell Trump was reaching his peak, but he didn’t stop.
Trump let out one last moan before shooting into the back of Elon’s throat. Elon let go of Trump’s dick with a plop, leaving behind a string of spit and cum. He smirked at Trump before swallowing.
The only sounds after were their labored breathing filling the office. Trump guided Elon up to sit in his lap, praising him.
“God you always look so adorable with your mouth stuffed with my dick.”