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Take what you need, love is scrawled across Alex's bicep. It's been there since Alex was born. It starts near his armpit and stretches down to his elbow; five words that have left Alex alternately moored and unmoored in his twenty-three years.He guesses he's lucky; he's doesn't have one of those super common marks. How awful would it be to have something like hi or whatever? But it does make finding his person a little harder.He's heard people say Take what you need since he found the club - never with that last word. The one that Alex knows is supposed to set him on fire or something.And it's fine. He's fine.You learn things about yourself in the clubs. You give part of yourself and get something in return and Alex loves that. It draws him to the pretty, intent gaze that's been watching him since he first walked in. The man's boots are supple and black, slick with shine and Alex swallows hard, approaching as he shows off his bracelet. The one that marks him as a sub - the one that says he's offering what he can of himself.The man nods, soft blonde hair falling into his eyes as he does so and when Alex sinks to his knees, he's already half-hard, hands bracing himself as he nearly goes to his stomach. He uses his arms to hold himself up, muscles bunching as he does so; hearing a soft inhale as he shows himself off in the vest that he wears on his nights here. He presses a soft kiss to the maintained leather.He smells expensive polish, tasting leather - real leather, Jesus - as the man above him hums softly. Another perk of this club, Alex thinks, the lack of verbal communication unless the sub instigates it. Alex takes his time, tracing the stitching and making sure to lave his attention on both shoes.By the time he's done, his cock is straining against his pants and after a glance, he straddles one boot with a sigh. Alex holds his hands up, tilting his head. Blue eyes meet his, cool and interested as Alex touches the man's calf.Understanding lights them and he shakes his head slowly as Alex grins. He can't help it, seeing the soft smile and huff that the man lets out.Alex spreads his legs with a soft sigh, feeling the lights of the club shining over him. Around him, others are making similar sounds and he hears laughter from one of the rooms behind him - soulmates who've found each other and like to play in groups. And it's not for him but it's familiar, is the thing. Alex sinks down, his cock pressing against rough laces that the man pushes up into his balls. Alex shudders, rocking his hips back and forth slowly.The man flexes his foot every now and then, pushing up to throw Alex off balance as he groans. Alex watches him, seeing blue eyes that seem to shine in the lights of the club; his dick is hard, straining against his slacks and Alex thinks about asking, about pleading to get his mouth on it. Instead, he leans back, bracing his arms behind him as he rolls his body, grinding against the stranger's boot. It's unyielding and heady and when Alex leans forward, the man reaches over, pushing some of Alex's hair out of his face.It's gentle and Alex nods when the man's hand hovers above Alex's head. Alex groans when the hand threads into his curls, holding him firmly; it spurs his hips faster, the edge approaching faster than Alex had realized. Soft moans fall from his mouth, eyes locked on the man's intently. Alex doesn't usually like this much eye contact; doesn't like the perceived intimacy that some have afterwards.The man's thumb grazes his lower lip and Alex doesn't hesitate. He draws it into his mouth, moaning around the salty skin and sucking for all he's worth. His hips are moving faster and faster, hands gripping his own thighs to avoid touching.And then. Then it happens."Take what you need, love," the man says - and, huh, British, Alex thinks distantly. His voice is soft and gentle, even in the club, under the lights and his hand holds Alex tight. Alex's mouth gapes open, the man's thumb pressing on his tongue as he lets out a long, desperate moan, grinding almost to the point of pain against his boot. He comes in his pants and underwear, unable to stop shaking as he keeps letting out soft unh unh ugh noises as the man above him keeps murmuring soft praise."That's it, I've got you," the man says, soothing and soft. It, more than anything, takes Alex apart as he sobs out a groan. Alex slumps into the man's leg and looks up, breathing hard. The thumb slowly retreats and so does the hand, gentle and fond."I'm Alex and you should take me home," Alex blurts out, hands shaking as the man's blue eyes widen. Alex's heart pounds as the man's laugh gusts out of him."Hi, love," the man says as Alex lets himself be urged into his lap. "I'm Henry. I've been waiting.""Yeah," Alex says, laughing breathlessly as he presses his lips to the man's - to Henry's - lips."Take me home, Henry."