i thought it was too small

trump was directly in front of biden now, looking down on him with a wicked gleam in his eyes, one that promised trouble. “and…” he trailed off. donald’s mouth was still stuck in that arrogant half smile of his. in that moment, biden could think of nothing more attractive. “and?” trump asked, placing one of his hands on biden’s chair, directly above his shoulder. his other hand fell against joe’s cheek, forcing the older man’s eyes to meet his. biden’s breath caught. he could feel his dick tightening in his pants.