The kiss is filthy in no time at all, which is more than fine with him, and if Angelo is going to start manhandling his clothes then Alastor is going to take the initiative to get his hands on skin too. He pushes that fancy shirt up and drags Angelo's boxers down by the waistband and immediately grabs his bare ass in both hands again, fingers digging in, dragging him forward again. He bumps against the cabinet counter behind him, which makes him surge back, straightening fully and grinding his hips forward to meet Angelo's with a deep purr in the back of his throat. He likes to give his prickly mortal at least some kind of warning before he completely upends the balance of power between them; if Angelo wants to stay in charge, he'd better take it.