Alastor growls, the sound crushed between them by the kiss that he meets just as harshly, a sound of exasperation and anticipation at the same time. Yes, he's persistent. The moment that he's waiting for, when Angelo will finally give in, practically makes his mouth water. But that doesn't mean he isn't nearly as greedy for moments like this.

He tangles a hand in Angelo's hair, gripping hard, kissing him harder, and releases the bundle of shirt and boxers so he can grab Angelo by the ass instead and drag him in, arching them shamelessly against each other. Alastor would have ripped Angelo's shirt open already if he didn't think that doing so would stop Angelo dead out of pure rage, and he doesn't have the patience to deal with buttons yet. So he settles for this, for now.