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"I can feel an excellent chemistry between us, mr Lula," Trump said, leaning against the Brazilian president.
"Ah... Uh..... Comrade..... I...." Lula tried to protest, and the other man was pressing himself onto him...
"Shh..." Trump placed his fingers over the lips of Lula.
"Be quiet now, my dear." Trump whispered softly.
Trump ripped out his red tie, opened his shirt, grabbed Lula's arms, and tied it tightly with the red piece of cloth... Lula had felt that before; it was humiliating to be bound again.
He remembered the time he spent in jail...
"It's okay... I also did some shady stuff in my past. We are a lot more similar than you think." Trump continued to whisper, his face very close to Lula's.
He bit his lower lip....
"Comrade Trumpi.... I can't..... We can't do this..."
Trump ignored; they both knew that they wanted this. No, it was more than just what they wanted.
THEY NEEDED THIS!
Their people needed this.
What kind of president would they be if they didn't do this to their people?
"I just want piece..." Trump said with a perverted smile. "A piece of you!!!!!"
As the orange man finished his sentence, he bit on Lula's neck and sucked on it intensely, leaving a hickey.
It was so much for Lula.
Soo sooooooo much....
He forgot he was married. All the cachaça he had before made this even more intense now. Nothing else mattered to them both anymore...
Lula forgot about his wife, about Bolsonaro, about his country... All he could do was surrender himself to Trump. The orange man felt the same way.
He forgot about his boyfriend Elon Musk, and he ignored his vice president.... Nothing more mattered.
Both presidents just wanted each other.
"I love you, comrade Trump."
"I love you too, Mr Lula."