"That doesn't go both ways," Angelo says, turning his own head a little, knocking his nose against Alastor's cheek. God, he's needed this so badly. Alastor's hand around his makes him moan again, his lips pressing open against the corner of his jaw and then down his neck. "You're so tight. Does anyone else fuck you or is it just me?" He doesn't actually want to know the answer to that, or at least he doesn't want the truth.