Trump x Pence

Pence

   "Hi Donald! Can we meet up to go over some contracts?" Trump was surprised, Pence never showed such initiative, "Stop by my place at 7."
   Was Pence reciprocating interest? The more and more they spoke to one another the more Trump felt Pence's affections. But it was paired with a fear that he could be wrong in that assumption. That maybe Pence was just being friendly and Trump might take it too far and ruin everything. He hadn't forgotten about the kiss, after he had gotten a taste of him his hunger only grew. He wanted to ravage his body, he wanted to take what he wanted. He was so overcome with concupiscence he began to touch himself. He imagined Pence giving his body to him and reaping the pleasure he so desperately desired.
   Pence arrived right on time as usual, always eager to please. Trump was still dealing with the overbearing lustrous emotions he couldn't rid himself of. He wanted Pence so badly, but he knew he had to control himself. Trump opened to door for him, and he put both his hands on his thick black coat still cold from the outside air and pulled it back over his shoulders and down his back and onto the coat rack.
   He like Pence into the living room and sat close to him on the couch. Pence got out his papers and began reading some quotes. Listening to voice and feeling the warmth of body was agonizing. He touched his thigh and moved his hand up an inch or two. Pence turn to a subtle pale red, he looked at Trump, "Is everything okay?" Trump smirked "Yes, you're just fine Mike." The silence was unbearable, Trump had to say more than that. "Do you want to please me Pence?" It shocked Pence, he turned even more red and flustered than before. He struggled over his words, "Uhh... well of course I do Mr. Trump." Right answer. "Then come over here please me." He ordered him.
    There was no turning back now, it was finally time to see His true emotions. Pence didn't know how react. Trump pulled Pence closer and kissed him and didn't let him go. Pence melted, moaning in Trumps arms. He gasped for air, and stared at Trump in awe. "Good job." Trump told him. Then Mike Pence's truest desires came out, "Mr. Trump sir, can I suck on your cock?" Trump was more surprised be Pence than he'd ever been. How could this even be happening, "I just want to please you sir." He fell the his knees and took it as deep as he could.
    In the midst of his pleasure, Trump had forgotten Melania was about to come home. "Wait Pence stop." Pence looked up at him, "What's wrong?" "Melania will be home any minute, you have to leave now!" They scrambled to clean themselves up, but it was too late Melania was in the driveway already. "Just act natural." Trump told Pence.
   Melania entered the room with the same appalled look she always sported. "Mr. Pence."
"Hello Melania." She smirked, "Could you excuse me and my husband. We have talk to." Pence saw himself out. "I want get divorce with you!" She said that at least once a week. "Come on princess, what do you want? I have work to do you know that. You just scared of a very good friend of mine." "I need your credit card again, I will repay you." Trump sighed she was implying there monthly obligated sex, it was terrible for the both of them. It would be practically unbearable after those moments with Pence. He handed her his card just to get her to leave. His evening was ruined, but in the time that it did happen it was the most rewarding experience he had ever had.
  He needed more.