The size don't matter. I just need to know you're there. Besides, I'm sure, no matter the size, you'll still be able to satisfy me with it" was Charles really nervous about his size? or was he just curious to hear what Caden had to say? Charles probably didn't have anything made, or close to his size or girth, but he had the real thing! the comment made a childlike whimper sound from him. "You have something..." he responded with a pout forming on his face. But maybe he could earn the reveal? Charles had said 'other parts' after all right. So he nodded and let his arms slip from around his neck as he backed off.<br/><br/>Neither of them had used the piece of furniture they'd purchased and he doubted Charles would want his bed ruffled and wet from their session, so he chose to sit in a slouched position, keeping his rear cheeks just off the cushion and bending his knees up so his ass was displayed nicely. He kept his legs parted to display his cock and checked his limbs were free to be tied if Charles felt the need to hold him in one place. It was different from his last display, but he waited to see what Charles made of it. At least they'd be able to see each others expressions this way, and if Charles did land up removing any item of clothing, Caden didn't want to miss it.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The next day Even stopped at his usual coffee shop in the morning and ordered a latte. But when it arrived with one of Alan's cards, he asked the barista why it had been given. He didn't get much out of the workers and shrugged it off as he headed for work. The day seemed like it was off too a bad start. But it was about to get worse... and it did.<br/><br/>Even arrived at his office and took a seat. He'd finished half his coffee and set the cup down beside the keyboard and paused... He could feel his heart starting to skip as he picked up another card that had been left for him. Alan... "What the fuck" he frowned and turned the piece of paper over in his hand before finally rising to head over to the cabinet. Just like every other crime boy, he had more than one mobile. One private, for every day use and one to use once before selling. Alan had kindly left his mobile number on the card, so he typed 'Mouse caught... Tonight six. Meet at Blacks' it was a quiet pub that was probably somewhere (He guessed) his new friend wouldn't be use too. But he didn't care. There was no way he was meeting this guy somewhere he didn't know. It was either in his territory, or not at all. Even was the type who would happily go quietly digging his feet into the ground.<br/><br/>When the time came, he went into Blacks and eyed everyone as he walked to the bar. He ordered his first round of beer and decided to stay close to the exit incase things got out of hand. Luckily he knew the staff here and ran a few deals of his own for them here and there. If anything went down, he hoped they'd seen sense and stand for him. "Thought you'd chickened out. You're quite the character. Nothing passes you does it?" He said moving one of the empty chairs with his foot for the gent to take. "You caught me. So sit. State your terms so I know what your deal is. This stalking shit is really starting to tick me off".