Alastor wonders just how much longer he can take this steady pace before it drives him out of his mind. It feels so much more like them when Angelo fucks him hard and fast and rough, but this is rarer, something that makes his blood crackle under his skin. He's silent for a minute, except for the unsteady panting breaths in time to Angelo's cock thrusting into him. Then abruptly he pushes himself upright and reaches back to grab Angelo's neck again, twisting just enough to drag him into a fierce, hungry kiss.