The kiss spurs him into action again; with a moan he tears away from it, lifting his hand out of Alastor's shirt to steady himself on the cabinet again. That first almost savage fuck into him makes him gasp, his grip tight everywhere, and he falls back into something faster and harder like he hadn't even stopped at all. He's close and it's making him tense, and loud too, moaning with each hard snap of his hips.