John Snape of HP

John slumped down on the seat limply, already exhausted.

Snape panted, and looked down at the flushed/red youth in front of him—John fell on the dirt, with fluid still dripping from between his legs.The contrast between the black seat and the pale skin is very impactful.

Looking at this scene, although Snape felt a little tired, he was more satisfied.It was as if the vacancy in my heart was filled by this person.

It turns out—that’s how it feels.

Although he has just tasted the essence, he still wants to fight a few more battles-but seeing John's appearance, he really can't stand it, so let's just stop here today.

Snape restrained his desire well.He is not an intemperate man.

And John was still staring at the roof of the car absent-mindedly, with a half-crying and half-smiling expression.

Snape could only reach out and stroke John's back, soothing him.

"..."

John moved slowly, avoiding his hand.

"What?" Snape asked, but got no answer.

He summoned his wand, and cast "clean up" several times in a row, and then cast "restore as new" on John's broken clothes.

"I'll put it on for you..." he said in a low voice.

Although Snape didn't know what was going on with John's current mood, it didn't prevent him from being keen to show his kindness.

"...No need." After a few seconds of silence, John said sullenly.

Snape stared at him puzzled.

John's eyes were closed, and his expression became embarrassing - he felt terrible right now.

He couldn't forget that just now... he was made incontinent.

Still in front of Severus.

The heart is so tired and desperate.

John said he didn't want to see Severus again for a while.

He wanted to be quiet.

John struggled to sit up and get dressed, but it was too hard just now, his fingers were still shaking, and he couldn't even lift his underwear.

Snape took it over without refusing: "Let me put it on for you. Lift your legs."

John turned away in despair.

——It’s okay not to wear it.

He had no choice but to do so with a numb expression.

It's just... I'm so ashamed and angry...

After much tossing, Snape finally helped him get dressed, and John turned back into a handsome young man dressed as an English gentleman.

Snape put on his robes himself, and asked, "Shall we go home and rest?"

John sat up reluctantly and moved the seat back.But seeing that he had no strength in his hands, he couldn't drive anymore.I had no choice but to wave my hand angrily, agreeing.

Snape didn't care about the car anymore.Pick up John and Apparate.

The place where it reappeared was in the bedroom on the second floor.

Snape put John on the bed - the latter immediately closed his eyes tiredly, and within a few minutes, he fell into a deep sleep.

There was a tenderness in Snape's dark eyes, and he also folded his clothes and lay down on the bed.

Although not sleepy, he wanted to sleep with John for a while.

As for bathing and eating...

Let's talk when we wake up.

After hesitating for a moment, Snape reached out his hand and pushed aside the stray hair on John's forehead.

John had fallen asleep and was completely unresponsive.

Snape caressed his face and kissed him delicately on the lips.

His movements are very gentle, and he leaves at the touch of a finger.

Not as hopeless and sad as the last unsolicited kiss—this one was tender and satisfying.

He will regard this person as a treasure.