John Snape of HP

John's chest heaved violently and he gasped.

He looked away from Snape.Slowly calmed down the breathing, in fact, my mind was completely blank by myself.

And Snape stood expressionless, motionless.

The air in the garden became deadly still.

In the difficult atmosphere, John slowly clenched his fists, and said incessantly: "What have you been suspicious about? What are you worried about? Only you know my real secret, and I will let you learn from it." How many times have I eaten and wiped away, do you still think I can run away? Will I empathize with someone else? Are you insulting my feelings? "

John's tone was obviously questioning, but Snape's expression slowly softened, twisting the corners of his mouth, looking a little weird.

"No," he said finally, and there was even a hint of a smile in his voice.

John looked at him: "So you finally calmed down and stopped hating yourself? Can we talk about your jealousy tonight?"

Snape's expression calmed down, and he asked in a low voice:

"Yeah, I was—jealous. Do you have to make it up?"

John breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's go back to the bedroom, and I will try my best to make it up to you."

Snape suddenly grabbed his arm, not letting him go.

"Right here," Snape said quietly.

"What?! But—what if someone sees it!" John was ashamed and afraid, and quickly turned his head to look around, as if there were people around at the moment.

"I'm not worried." Snape smirked, "Anyway, people only know that this is the house where John Snape lives."

John blushed just thinking about the scene.He thought about the terrible consequences if he was exposed, and his face turned pale again.

"Severus, don't—" He tried to look at Snape pleadingly, but the latter's expression was unmoved, very determined.

"Hurry up." Snape calmly stood where he was, and said a word lightly.

Only then did John realize that this was revenge brought about by jealousy.

He bit his lower lip reluctantly, and leaned forward to kiss Snape's lips stiffly.The tip of the tongue brushed the lip line, pried open the jaws, and poked in shallowly as if inviting.Snape immediately put his arms around John, clamped his arms behind his back, and took away the sovereignty against the guest.

He rubbed John's lips roughly, grabbing the air from his mouth.Then he unbuttoned the clothes with his right hand, reached in and stroked the skin on John's chest.

During this period, John was busy with filming and scripting, and the two of them were not addicted to the bed every day, so it had been a long time since they were so close.As soon as Snape's hand touched, John hissed, almost groaning sensitively.

Snape's hand behind his back slipped suddenly and pressed to his hip.Before John could raise his eyes and ask anything, the hand that was still in his shirt started to fidget.Slowly rubbing down from the chest, rubbing the side ribs, touching the lower abdomen.

When he stroked the thin calluses on his hand, John felt an electric pleasure.

The blond man couldn't help trembling, and leaned against Snape with weak legs.

"Feel it?" Snape asked softly in his ear.

The hot exhaled air and parted lips faintly touched John's earlobe. Snape leaned forward and groped his hand down into John's trousers. Continue stroking the sides to make the changes more apparent.

John could hardly stand still.

He couldn't stand being teased by Snape, and murmured with moisture in his eyes: "Let's go back, don't be here..."

Snape looked down at John's expression, his eyes darkened: "Okay."

He immediately let go of his hand, with an expression as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked towards the door.

John's legs were weak, and he staggered and followed.

"Mrs. Laws and George... what should we do? Let's go in like this?" He asked worriedly, with a bright blush on his face.

Snape raised his eyebrows at him: "Can't you just adjust your expression? Great actor. Let's go, I'm hungry."

John bit his lower lip unbearably: "What? Go to dinner now? But I—"

"You can hold it back, can't you?" Snape interrupted, looking into John's eyes. "Not sneaking around under the dinner table?"

The blush on John's face became even more angry: "In front of Mrs. Laws and George, of course I won't do anything secretly!"

"Then let's go." Snape opened the door with a calm expression, and walked in first.

John panicked for a moment.

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously, adjusted his clothes before walking in.

"God! John, you are finally back!" George exclaimed and rushed over.

He held John's arms in worry, and said in a nagging voice, "I didn't answer the phone all day, and everyone said they didn't know where you were. You scared us all! Snape was at the door Waiting for you all afternoon!"

John hung up a smile in a daze to deal with George's words.He felt that his whole body was heating up now, and all his senses were concentrated on his arms.George grabbed him and shook him, and the feel of the shirt rubbing against him made his heart skip a beat.

Snape pulled George away calmly, and said to Mrs. Laws, who stood aside with the same worried expression, "I'm very hungry, let's have dinner."

John moved to the dining table little by little as if he was saved, and sat down.

"John, why is your face so red? Have a fever?" George leaned over from across the table, reaching out to touch his forehead.

"I don't—I don't have a fever." John leaned back quickly, his pants rubbed against each other, and he couldn't help moaning indistinctly in his throat.

"John, you are really weird today." George looked him up and down, his eyes resting on John's blurry eyes, as if he had noticed something.

"What do you care about so much!" Mrs. Laws scolded George, and looked at Snape with a deep smile, "Hurry up and help serve the soup."

George had no choice but to turn around and go into the kitchen with a murmur.

John quickly took the opportunity to whisper, "Severus... is that enough? I'm really... going to get over it."

There was a cry in his voice, and his face was flushed/red.Fidgeting in the chair, wanting to writhe but restraining herself, looked pathetic.

Snape thought for a moment, then shook his head in John's expectant eyes: "No."

"Is this your sincerity? You said you would make it up to me, but you are unwilling to take any action." He questioned slowly.

"Okay." John grabbed his clothes desperately, and looked like he was about to cry out unbearably.

Now when Mrs. Laws came out again, she asked, "John? Are you really all right?"

"...Of course I'm fine." John squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.But he blinked, and tears suddenly flowed down.

Mrs. Rolls was taken aback, and couldn't help but look at Snape with condemning eyes: "Enough is appropriate!"Just bullying and bullying, it made my John cry, why don't you coax him?

Snape returned a cold look: You saw him crying, but I was about to cry in the afternoon too?Is this not helping relatives?

When George came out of the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Laws and Snape looking at each other affectionately. John sat next to him and wept silently, and was suddenly stunned.

"What...what's the situation?" He stammered.