donald looked at bernie softly "come here my little cookie crunch".
bernie looked into donald's blue eyes for a taunting moment before tearing his gaze away. "we can't do this donny," bernie mumbled, glancing at the floor. donald responded by sitting in bernie's lap and putting his thighs around his waist. "can't do what?"
bernie bit his lip and sighed "we c-can't do this." he pushed donald away reluctantly and turned to view the skyline outside the bedroom window. everything was bright and confusing and seemingly so was his mind. did he want this?
"why can't we?" donald asked, walking up behind him.
"this! i-im not gay."
donald reached his arm around bernie i'm an attempt to console him. "i doubt that."
"yeah well i don't." bernie stood defensively in the middle of the room, arms crossed.
donald cupped his face in his cool hands. "how about we find out?" before the orange man could get a response he pressed his lips onto bernie's, who could no longer resist the temptation of the man known as donald trump.
donald pushes him on to the bed and leans down to bernie's abdomen before moving his hands slowly down bernies waist and pressing on his thighs. bernie groans in frustration as donald moves the band of bernie's boxers down.
donny lowers his hand onto bernie's cock and licks the tip, where fluid has already begun to build up. he repeats the motion, reveling in the soft groans sanders is making. trump finally closes his mouth around the head of his cock, listening to bernies cries. donald's hands return to bernies waist, feeling his muscles jump below his restriction.
bernie groans, threading his hands through trumps balding hair, encouraging him. "please, donny, just" bernie stutters, panting in between words.
donald grins, "you that desperate for me huh?"
"for f-fucks sake donny you're so fucking cocky". bernie gasps desperately in between breaths.
"you like it don't you?" donald smirks before focusing back on the task at hand. donald leans forward, swallowing bernies dick, who nudges his hips as though trump can get any closer. donald severely lacked a gag reflex and it was quite useful during situations like these. bernie begins thrusting deeper and harder groaning as donald swallows.
there's a thin layer of spit spilling from his mouth and it begins to slip between his fingers at the base of bernies cock.
"fuck don i'm gonna cum"
donald pulls his mouth off, strings of spit falling from donald's lips, landing on the comforter and on the floor. he lands his hands back on his dripping cock to help jerk bernie off. he eagerly presses his hips at bernies at the lewd sound his hands make against his member. bernie looks at donald with closed eyes, he can feel the thrusts getting sloppier and harder. donald knows when bernie cums by feeling wetness coating his fingers and bernies shuddering hips against his lips. a quiet moan slips from bernies mouth before donald quickly shushes him, reminding him whos in charge.
as they both clean up, donald turns to bernie softly. "so what did you think?"
"i might be gay. might."
