He's never meant anything so much. He always means it with Alastor, however it happens between them, because there's nobody like him. Every thrust slides his cock deep inside him, practically fusing them together, and then he draws almost all the way out before he fucks into him again. He turns his head a little to mouth at the back of his neck, teeth scraping over his skin, each breath half a moan. "Tell me you're mine," he practically grunts, his grip on the cabinet white-knuckled. "Tell me."