Donald Trump X Barack Obama

UwU

  Donald sat up from his interviewing seat and whisked his hair to the side. He carefully checked Obama out, realizing the sudden blood flow from below. Obama's authoritive body figure, so dominating. Obama's silky skin and surprisingly rounded buttox. "U-uhm Mr. President?" Both Obama and Trump replied with a, "Yes?!" Before realizing Trump is the only president at the moment. Obama blushed from his common mistake and looked at the ground, realizing just what the concern was after glancing down at Trump.
  Trump adjusted his pants, assuming no one saw it (but they did). Trump blushed, feeling his ears and cheeks flash heat. Trump grabbed Obama's hand and whispered, "We need to talk" into his ear. Obama could feel Trump's warm breath against his neck and it sent shivers up his spine. What is this feeling? Donald is a good for nothing conservative with no contribution what-so-ever! Why am I suddenly feeling this?! Obama shook his head and allowed Trump to guide him. He needed to give Trump a piece of his mind!!
    Trump led Obama to the back of an old building not too far from the interview. He gazed into Obama's eyes , bewildered by the stunning color and high cheek bones. Blood flow increased down below and Trump hated it. It slowly became more and more embarrassing the longer he let his thoughts run. Obama broke the silence and cleared his throat, " Why did you bring me here to talk?". The attraction to Obama was unbearable for Trump. This amount of closeness between them, although only two feet apart, was going to break him. Trump puckered his lips and said, "I wanted to talk about Muslims and how you definitely bang the Russians and their potatoes." . Obama cringed and blinked, "wut-".
    Trump snickered and patted Obama's shoulder. " I'm just kidding, I just needed to get away from those interviewers. I thought you needed the same." Trump sighed from laughing and realized his hand was still on Obama's large, muscular shoulders. He blushed and quickly removed his hand, swaying from side to side in embarrassment. 
    Wut the faq is this?! Why is he swaying like a teenage Asian girl?! Obama screeched and suddenly blushed as Donald took a step closer to him, leaving a foot between them. One foot after another, Trump got closer. Eventually, he was barely an inch away from Obama. He gently put his hands on Obama's hips and finally remembered to breathe. Obama, shocked, winced as Trumps warm, soft hands, groped at his hips. Trump laid his forehead onto Obama's and was nose to nose with him now. Obama sucked in his breath while realizing how intimate this was. Trump slowly unweaved Obama's tucked in suit and placed his hands onto his bare skin. Obama let out a startling breath and closed his eyes. Is this really happening?! What the hell is going on?!  Obama thought to himself, realizing his legs began to intertwine with Trumps, feeling the large intestine between Trump's legs.