If he'd had anything in his hands besides Angelo's fingers and his own dick, he'd have broken whatever it was into splinters; fortunately he never fully gripped the cabinet he's bracing himself against, so it survives unscathed when Angelo finally comes inside him and sends Alastor's pleasure spiking, and shattering. Getting to come is great and all, but there's something in the nature of demons that makes it feel so fucking good when his volatile little human fills him, like an unspoken pact of its own kind. Maybe that's why he's satisfied for the time being, held off a little longer every time they fuck each other senseless, or near enough.

He shudders, just a little, as Angelo pulls out of him, an involuntary movement that surprises him, but he ignores it; after a second, he pushes the hair out of his eyes and lets out a deep sigh, releasing Angelo's fingers without a fuss. "...Damn."