It didn't take long for Caden's cock to grow with Charles' work. He placed his hands on the Dom's shoulders for more contact and kept his legs parted with his feet shoulder width apart. "Am I not allowed a little closer?" he asked keeping his eyes on Charles. The Dom hadn't touched him like this at all before. The toys had been fun, but there was something Caden loved about physical contact. This was completely different, and he knew Charles would be able to see the difference. His breathing was already starting to change, and they'd only just started.<br/><br/>———<br/><br/><i>Fuck, fuck - This guy is fast. </i><br/><br/>But thankfully Evan was a little quicker and seemed to have a better stride. It was clear this wasn't his first rodeo, but he hadn't been aiming to steal Alan's wallet. The prize had been something more, but the cash was an added bonus. If he hadn't found it, he'd probably have left empty-handed... So he was glad he's managed to snag it when he did. But now his eyes were on an escape route.<br/><br/>He felt the gent snag his hoodie, but for whatever reason he was free again and thought nothing of it. Of course Evan knew Caden and he knew the town people knew who he was, but would anything really be done about it? All the cops around the town knew who caused trouble, so Alan wouldn't need to look too far. But nobody seemed to care and this was just a way of getting by. It wasn't like he was hurting anyone, so he stuck to the plan and dashed for the door and made his escape. Free style was all a part of the game and there was always something to grab onto outside the other buildings and that's just what Evan did when he passed the gates of the estate. The first building he came too, he hopped onto the windowsill and jumped, catching the bars of the window above and pulled himself up until he could plant his feet on the bar and jump again to reach the roof. Once he was up he waisted no time in sprinting off again without a thought in the world.<br/><br/>But he wasn't stupid enough to use the cards. He passed them out to others and kept the loose change for himself as a way of saying<i>'Fuck you'</i>He knew better than anyone that cards could be traced and wanted to spread out the trail. But he had no idea he had a tracker located on his hoodie and sadly, it was the only hoodie he owned and it was one he was quite fond of wearing too.