#aftermidnightsabs

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"If anyone could see you now. The President wearing a pair of skimpy underwear and spread out for his bodyguard. You are my slut and you're such a good hole for me." Hearing those sweet sounds pour out from Daniel was like music to his ears, but also a sign to keep going. The young Secret Service got comfortable on the floor and his eyes were practically glued to the older man's face. He continued to suck on his lips before moving his mouth further down. Then he stuck out his tongue again and this time, traced the President's cunt and slowly slipped his tongue inside. As he did that, he moved his hand up and pressed a thumb against his clit. He started to rub small circles onto it, wanted to see if that would help produce even more sounds than before.

“Only dress up like this for you, sir. I’m your slut,” Daniel replied, his tone clearly a needy whimper by that point. The older male watched as Brax got down between his legs and then began kissing up them, his sensual touch prompting more moans and sighs from the President. As soon as the underwear was pushed aside, allowing cool air and Brax’s fingertips upon his slick cunt, Daniel cried out louder than before. His back arched upward, his hips writhing too and cunt throbbing. Brax always serviced him so well, whether from running his tongue against his folds or sucking on his lips. As the agent deployed his tactics to ruthless efficiency, Daniel moaned and cried still, writhing a little in his lain position whilst unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Brax before him. 

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There were obviously other men, Brax was fine with that. Hell, he sometimes was the one to bring them in. Then there was the person that caused all of this in the first place. "Good. I'd hate to get these all wet if they were for another guy." His voice was soft, even though his movements were seductive. He lowered himself down on the ground as well and started to place kisses up Daniel'ed clothed legs. Then in between his thighs until finally he got up to his core. Brax moved his left hand up, pushing aside the underwear. Then his right hand joined him, middle finger going up in between his walls and then along with his index finger, he spread the man's lips. His eyes traveled up to Daniel's face as his head sunk in, tongue darting out. The guard started to run his tongue up and down his folds and then right in the center, Then he dropped his right hand and started to suck on his lips instead.

Brax wasn’t the only one who knew Daniel’s secret, although he was certainly the one who got to abuse it the most, given their daily proximity to each other. Nevertheless, Daniel shook his head and said, “No, sir. Wore these for you. I knew you’d see me today, knew you’d probably wanna fuck me.” He got the words out right before another loud moan shot from him, brought about by Brax’s touch to his nipples. The instruction to lay back on the famous presidential seal of the soft purple rug elicited a whimper from Daniel. Without delay, he lay down and spread his legs wide, looking up still at Brax, his gaze diverting to his obvious bulge. Daniel’s heart began racing again, not from fear as in the prior evacuation but lustful excitement. 

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Seeing what the other man was wearing wasn't shocking, they'd slept together plenty of times, but it still got a raised brow from him. He stepped up to Daniel and ran his thumb along the man's bottom lip. "Now did Mr. President dress up like a slut underneath his suit for me or because you were just waiting for anyone to come and use those holes?" The answer wouldn't change things. The Secret Service guard was still very much turned on and was planning on being locked in this room for hours. "Lay back for me baby and spread your legs. I want to see if I can eat out that nice pussy of yours while you're still dressed up like that." He moved his hand down and brushed his fingers over Daniel's chest. Brax tugged one of his nipples and then just rubbed the bud to see if it would get hard. His own shaft throbbed, noticeably growing in his slacks, and he was practically chomping at the bit.

After whimpering to the sweet kiss and nip from Brax upon his neck, Daniel nodded immediately to the agent’s words. He was always one to follow orders without delay. In a way, it was hugely ironic that the President himself was submissive, a characteristic of his even before he had a pussy. And yet, Daniel cared little for irony, not when submission made him feel so alive. He rapidly began stripping his suit off, the jacket and shirt flung off to reveal his sculpted, still masculine torso, whilst his shoes and trousers swiftly followed suit. Daniel stood left in just his socks and his underwear - a tight pair of red, jock-like briefs, high in the waist and thong-like in the back, still technically a man’s underwear but the kind worn notoriously by gay men. Daniel looked back to Brax and gulped, awaiting a comment about his attire, while slowly sinking onto his knees. 

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Teasing Daniel was only half of the fun. Whenever Brax could get the older man to whimper or beg it was already a good day. He leaned forward to kiss down his neck, starting to suck a warm spot but pulling away just in time where he didn't leave a mark. "Then get on the floor, baby boy. I want you to strip for me too, take everything off but your underwear. If you're even wearing any." Brax grinned as he pulled his mouth and hands away. He took off his own blazer and tossed it to some corner of the room. Next came his tie and then he unbuttoned his shirt, although he kept it on. He just wanted to make sure he'd be able to move around and that Daniel got a look at his impressive body.

Before Daniel could even open his mouth to respond, Brax reached down and began rubbing his pussy through his suit pants. Immediately, Daniel whimpered, the sounds breaking in seconds to become needy moans. He nodded quickly to Brax’s teasing question about being filled, and he cried out, “Please… fuck! Need you. Need you to fill me so bad.” Daniel had a tendency to get vocal when aroused, especially when Brax toyed with him. At the next question, Daniel could answer right away, however. “Lay down, please. Wanna… wanna imagine it like you fuck me in bed,” he groaned, moans slipping from him in the millisecond after he’d finished. 

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Upon hearing the whimper, Brax already knew that he had him right where he wanted. Daniel was a powerful man, especially when it came to the United States, but even the young guard could still make him weak to his knees. That was powerful all on its own. "What do you need?" He feigned ignorance as he moved his left hand over Daniel's crotch, his fingers rubbing his pussy over his clothes. "Do you need me to fill you up right here?" A smirk formed on Brax's face in that moment, ignorance and innocence leaving every part of it even if they had been a facade. "Do you want to lay down, sit, or keep on standing? I'm going to take my time with you so choose carefully. You won't be able to walk out of here anyways with the amount of times I'm going to make you cum for me."

As Brax revealed his deception, Daniel couldn’t help but grin. His heart rate calmed, though the adrenaline pumping in his veins didn’t cease. How could it when he knew full well what Brax had secreted him away for? The young male shot down any illusions as he spoke about having wanted to eat him out all morning. The added detail about fucking him on stage before everyone drew an instinctive whimper from Daniel, another such sound following when Brax pulled him close. Already, Daniel felt his cunt throbbing, folds starting to grow slick at the thought of Brax ravishing him. The next teasing statement simply drew the word “Fuck…” from Daniel before he whimpered again, that sound coming more like a moan before he murmured, “Please… you know what I need…”

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One of the only downfalls about being new to the job was the fact that he wasn't the best at having a good poker face. The second that Daniel called him out on his potential lie, a shit eating grin formed on his face. "Everyone thinks it's a real threat and that's what matters." Although he was the one to allegedly spot someone breaking away from the tour. "I've been wanting to eat you out since that speech this morning and I just couldn't help myself. I would've fucked you on that stage if I could." The young guard walked up to Daniel and grabbed him by his waist. His lips and the rest of his body were dangerously close to the President, but he didn't initiate anything just yet. "Or are you going to tell me you don't want me breeding that tight pussy of yours while you sign some contract?"

Adrenaline pumped thick and fast through Daniel’s veins as Brax rushed him into the office, his heart thudding against his chest and his breath shaky. Being President, security alerts were a routine part of life, but that didn’t mean Daniel got used to them. He nodded as Brax told him the situation and watched while the young male secured the door and checked his weapons. All Daniel could think of at that moment was the risk of the intruder, and yet, as soon as Brax alluded to ‘distracting’ him, Daniel’s focus switched. “Wait… is this a real thing or an excuse?” he asked, meeting his bodyguard’s gaze. “Is there an intruder, or did you just want to get me in here to… you know…” Regardless of the answer, Daniel couldn’t help but feel turned on. There was always a certain thrill about fucking in the Oval Office. 

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