John Snape of HP

Snape frowned, and said in a soft voice, "If you don't drink the potion, your whole body will hurt even more. So assuming your head is filled with brains instead of achnatherum, let me go first Make a pot of potion!"

He couldn't help but add: "Stay here!"

John looked at Snape, tears streaming down his face suddenly.He immediately looked away, wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, bit his lips tightly and swallowed all the sobs.

"what happened?"

Snape was taken aback, secretly at a loss.He could only hold his palms tightly and stare at the person on the bed.

John endured it, and said bitterly, "But my heart hurts even more."

He grabbed Snape's hand on his chest and looked at him silently.

Snape stared at John inexplicably, speechless in shock.

If he knew the Internet language, he would definitely say now—how did John’s painting style change suddenly?In seconds, she becomes cute and pitiful little white flower!Is this really John!

Seeing that he didn't move, John had no choice but to put away the pitiful expression just now, and said angrily: "Severus, tell me whether you will kiss me now or not!"

Snape sensed that something was wrong.

John is not an unreasonable person, he is obsessed with getting close now, as if... he is confirming something.

Snape had no choice but to bow his head obediently, and kissed his heart very gently.

The skin on John's chest was white and tender, with warmth.He gasped uncontrollably, causing his chest to heave up and down.

Snape stared deeply, and continued to kiss carefully without John's urging, from the heart all the way up, the collarbone, the shoulder, and the Adam's apple.

John raised his neck, fully exposing his fragile throat.

The black hair on Snape's forehead hung down and fell on the side of John's face, itching.He kissed John lightly on the throat, eliciting an inarticulate grunt.

Snape didn't go up any further, but returned to his chest, holding a slightly hard red bean in his mouth.Licking and grinding slightly, sucking strangely.

John only glanced in surprise, then closed his eyes patiently and let him do what he did.

Snape didn't stay long, and quickly continued to kiss down.

The thin lips of the most familiar person gently kissed the body, like feathers, and the delicate kisses fell one by one, causing crisp/itchy ripples.

John couldn't bear to dawdle on the bed, with his arms hanging by his side, as if he wanted to grab something, but restrained his movements.

Snape went all the way down, kissing the navel and then the belly.John's body became more and more tense, his hands were tightly gripping the sheets, and his face was blushed.The look in the eyes is already emotional.

— but further down is the belt.

Snape paused, feeling that it was about time.So he kissed John's weakly half-opened lips again comfortingly, and got up to leave.

"Severus—" John just opened his eyes, and grabbed his arm quickly.

Snape raised his eyebrows back, showing a stern expression of impatience.

Normally, as long as he showed this expression, John would know that he was really impatient.So just accept it when you see it, and stop entanglement.

But this time John didn't seem to notice, he clamped Snape's arm tightly, with a puzzled and aggrieved face: "You haven't finished kissing yet!"

Snape's eyes flicked across John's trousers, knowing that if he continued, the medicine would really be overwhelmed, and he opened his mouth to sarcastically - John untied the belt himself.

He kicked his legs, kicked off his trousers a few times, and rubbed his long legs against the sheets, and said earnestly, "Look, I've already taken off the things that got in the way, can we continue?"

Snape frowned: "Mr. Snape, if you want a complete petrification now, I will satisfy you immediately."

His tone was very cold, and he really didn't plan to entangle him any longer—compared with John's injury, he knew exactly which was more serious.

But as soon as his face turned cold, Snape's expression froze suddenly, and he couldn't help but stare down.

——John boldly unzipped his zipper, put his hand in, and gently kneaded it through his underwear—the hot spot immediately became harder.

"I'll be happy with the last half of the sentence. Severus, don't bear it when you feel it. If you bear it too much, something will happen."

John looked at him worriedly, and put his face close to him, rubbing his pants affectionately.

Snape took a deep breath immediately.

There seemed to be a flame burning in his lower abdomen, which made him feel a little achy.He felt that if he endured it any longer, he must go crazy.but--

With astonishing fortitude, Snape grabbed John's shoulders and tried his best to run Occlumency.

At this moment, his mind seemed to have split into two people.One wanted to turn John over on the bed, tear up his underwear, kiss his whole body, and enter his body over and over again, so that he could only grab the sheet and cry out.The other was chanting around him over and over again, John's soul was wounded, and his whole body was in unbearable pain.What should be done now is not to aggravate his injury, but to boil medicine for him...

Snape's mind almost collapsed into a blank.Occlumency doesn't seem to be so useful when it comes to desire/fire/burn/body.

With great difficulty he pushed John onto the bed, fumbling with the other hand for his wand.

... He must read John faintly.

John saw Snape's movements were difficult, but his expression was gloomy and serious. As soon as he lost his expression, he quickly hugged his thighs, buried his face in it, and licked the slightly wet cloth with the tip of his tongue through his underwear.

The soft rustling sound of obscene water is matched with the layer upon layer pleasure/feeling of being more and more teased.Add to that the look of John's upturned face at him - emotional and full of obsequiousness that he had never seen before.

The strings snapped in Snape's head.