He doesn't need to hear more than that. Draco's relaxed into his preparation, stopped tensing with every movement and started squirming, trying to get more. When he asks for it, Snape looks up, sees his flushed he is, more than arousal, a touch of embarrassment, and thinks briefly how he wants to hear him say so much more than that, wants to hear him beg for what he wants… not this time. As soon as the thought appears, it's gone again, and he's withdrawing his fingers, pulling off of his cock with a soft, wet sound, and moving back up his body.

He reaches down between them, spreading the leftover lubricant over himself and moving close, guiding himself against Draco's entrance before reaching for one thigh and urging it up against his hip again, how it had been before.

He catches his lips briefly, kissing him hard as he starts to press down against him, into him. He's starting slow, steady pressure, hips rocking to ease inside.