It doesn't take long; he just has to look at Alastor a little longer, listen to him, feel him pushing greedily against every thrust, and then Angelo comes, buried all the way inside him, moaning with his mouth pressed against Alastor's throat. His hips roll forward, a little looser with each thrust, as he works himself through it, before he pulls out and lets his head hang a little to catch his breath, his forehead touching Alastor's shoulder.