"Oh, fuck." Is that more like it? Yes, he thinks so. Alastor lets Angelo rip himself away and immediately grabs hold of the cabinet again as well, bracing both of them, his head rolling back with a shameless moan of pleasure that blends seamlessly with the sounds Angelo is making. He doesn't even need to touch himself, although the grip on his cock certainly isn't hurting. It's feeling Angelo draw closer and closer to the edge that's bringing him there too, gasping, raw and ragged, fucking himself backward into those savage thrusts to drive them both toward it.