as harry made his way into the room, careful as to wake Michelle and the kids, Barack was trying to steady his breaths. theyve been planning this for months, both have been booked for too long. they decided tonight was the night. harry sits beside the older man, his breaths rough as his pants get tighter.
"Lets fix that," Barack whispers, fumbling at the small boys pant zipper. Harry can feel his strong hands holding him and lets go of any walls hes built up. Barack has him now. A few minutes and grabbing later, both are nude. Barack traces his fingers around the little butt of his partners.
"I own more than just this country, Harry," Barack smirks.
"Please," Harry begs for the dominance. Barack starts gently, but its enough to make the boy moan.
