John Snape of HP

Apparating directly to the door of the house, Snape helped John into the door, reassuring Mrs. Laws who was still waiting in the living room.

He helped John back to the bedroom. He wanted to just throw it on the bed and leave it alone after a few "clean-ups".

But John fell asleep on the bed, rumpled and uncomfortable.

Snape frowned and hesitated for a while, then resigned himself to taking off his coat.

The fainted John didn't give him a headache like before. He had a calm expression, looked very good, and let himself be manipulated.

This made it easier for Snape, who quickly stripped John down to his tight-fitting shirt.Then paused.

There was a problem before me.

...How should he take off John's pants.

Such a gesture is too intimate.

In the empty bedroom, Snape's expression changed and changed.

John liked him, he'd always known that.

But he knew that Lily had always been his favorite.So he couldn't respond to John, and kept pretending not to know.

But it was only John who brought him a special feeling several times. Although he didn't say it, there was indeed a change in his heart.

The special attitude towards him only moved him.So after being able to control his own freedom, he rarely pretended to forget and didn't propose to sleep separately.

He didn't know what kind of emotion he had for John.

It's just that he didn't expect John to kiss him tonight, taking advantage of the strength of the wine.

This is what it feels like to be kissed.

……

Snape always felt that if he helped John undress now, things would never be the same again.

—He didn't want such a change to happen.

But why is he still hesitating?

Snape looked at John's sleeping profile and realized he couldn't answer the question.

He couldn't help looking at his right hand.

His hands were very rough, and because of years of contact with potions, they were corroded to an abnormal color.It's neither pretty nor comfortable.

——When John held it, he showed a very satisfied sigh.He had to admit that at that moment he was touched.

Well, just take off your clothes.

Snape calmed down, lowered his head calmly and untied John's belt, took off his trousers, and put them at the end of the bed.

He looked away uncomfortably, shook off the quilt first, and stuffed John in.He also got in and lay side by side on the bed.

With a flick of his wand, all the lights went out.

……

The curtains were left closed, allowing the morning light to filter in and onto John's face.He opened his eyes suddenly, showing a cheerful smile——

Last night he had another particularly vivid dream.It's just that the dream this time is very, very good!

He actually dreamed that he was holding Severus' hand and kissing Severus!

The touch of the lingering bitter smell seemed to still remain in his hand, John turned his head to look at his side.

——As expected, there was no one there.

Snape must have gotten up early again, and gone to the study.

He remembered that it seemed that Snape had brought him back last night - no, he had to take a quick shower after being hungover.

John threw off the covers and jumped out of bed.But immediately, he froze.

... Where are his clothes? !

His legs were a little chilly in the cool air, John didn't think much about it, and quickly got back under the covers.

He tried to think back, but couldn't remember whether he had undressed or how he had gotten home.

"Could it be... Severus?" John hesitated, but he dismissed the idea immediately, "No no no no. Why would Severus undress me?"

John glanced over the neatly stacked sweaters and trousers at the end of the bed, and his expression froze again.

...But for no reason, why did Severus help him...fold his clothes? !