Is that a 'more'? It sounded and felt like a 'more' in that nonverbal language of gestures and actions where Severus' body provided so many new synonyms to learn every day.
Severus was twisting, rocking against Al's hand. Steady pressure of a touch, a handshake, a squeeze, always felt better to Al than the casual, brushing movements, so that what he used: two slick fingers sliding along the perineum and pressing behind the scrotum then returning to the anus and pushing deeper in. Steady. I have to keep my hand steady. Again.
"This?" he murmured between the kisses to Severus. Even his lips were swollen, hot and pulsing to burst; his cock was aligned with Severus' and oh, it felt so good just to start thrusting until the water in the cauldron splashed over the rim. "Which?"