Times like these, Angelo wonders why he bothers with anyone else. Maybe Alastor's sweet-talking him, but it sounds real enough that it's stroking his ego nicely too. Nobody else talks to him quite like that. He presses his mouth to the back of Alastor's neck, breathing him in, his thumb kneading the head of his cock with just enough pressure, but his focus is still on drilling deep into him. "I do want you," he says roughly. "I want you all the time. If I had it my way you wouldn't leave my sight."