It would make him laugh, hearing that, if the rough way that Angelo takes hold of his cock didn't set fire to his blood and burn out any trace of wry humor left behind. All that's left now is primal, savage want, like something animal. Something very much inhuman. Alastor exhales, like a snarl, and arches back against Angelo's chest, reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair again, gripping tight.

"I'll never have enough of you."

And that's all; no more purred offers or pretty images, no more asking tonight; this is enough, for now. He presses back again, grinding more against Angelo's cock behind him than thrusting his own into the fingers around him.