Seeing the smile on Omar’s face brought a flutter to Theo’s chest unlike any he’d felt before. The weight of Omar’s body against his was blissful, and in a perfect world he never would have let go. “Something for me, babe? You don’t have to do that, you know. I’ll love it, I won’t stop you. You’re just such a sweetheart. How’d I ever get so lucky?” Theo left another kiss on Omar’s forehead before guiding the man back, bringing them both down onto the couch. His arms never left his Submissive. Omar’s fingers running over his skin and through his hair felt incredible, and he tightened his grip on the man while tipping his head back, encouraging Omar to continue. “It’s good to hear you say that, baby. I like that. It’s special, just like you’re special. You think you can guess huh? Do you wanna share with the class then, smarty pants? Well just…More about them. More about you, through knowing more about them. You said they own a grocery store, right? But you mentioned something about you being their only employee. Have they hired someone new, since you’re here? What are your parents like?”
Everything that Theo did was somehow just magically perfect. It was no wonder the other man had instilled a genuine caring in Omar. “Funny, I think I’m the lucky one. I’ve never met anyone as open as you are, or as willing to put me first, to check up on me so well and include me. You’ve given me so much more than I think you know. You are an amazing person, kind and generous. You astound me and leave me speechless. So yes, I have something for you this weekend.” Relaxed on the couch, comfortably in Theo’s arms, Omar continued to smile as he looked at the other man with fondness in his eyes. “You’re special too. My baby. I think I can, yeah. Well, you want to know more about me. I know that for sure. And I know some of the things that I’ve said about my life and my family have been a little concerning. I come from a strictly traditional Muslim household, traditional to religion, not law. But the law too, really. As the oldest and as a man, I was to take over the family business. As a submissive, I was given more responsibilities. My dad’s health isn’t the best, he can’t always walk. He’s strict, a Dom, the patriarch. Stubborn. He tells us all what to do, or at least he used to. I rebelled and left, I was sleeping on couches at friend’s houses before coming to academy. He came to terms with me before I left, he’s trying to accept me. My mom is a submissive too, she’s really quiet but she loves us all. My sister is less quiet, I was responsible for keeping her safe and watching over her too. If she wanted to go out, I had to go with her. She’s in New York. We were able to hire on some help for my parents, thanks to an elite named Guzman that has interest in my sister. He wanted to make sure that it would be okay for her to follow her dreams and the money is nothing to his family. Right now, anyway. What about you? I want to know more about you too. I know you come from a musical family, I’ve seen videos of your family band when you were a kid. And your band with your brother, Vic. I know your sister Gigi does dance here.”Â
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