John Snape of HP

By the time John and Mrs. Laws came out with the fragrant dishes, Snape had already put down his sleeves and regained his calm expression.

"Severus, let's eat." John said cheerfully, he seemed to have forgotten the thrill just now.

Snape was a little surprised. After all, John usually looked... after such a big event, he would not be so nonchalant.

After dinner, the two habitually went back to the second floor first.

Mrs. Laws began to tidy up the kitchen and dining table. George looked at the backs of the two on the stairs, sighed tiredly, and finally took off his sunglasses.

While going upstairs, Snape suddenly felt that something was wrong with John.

But he had a vague premonition, as if he knew what would happen next.

John walked ahead, but went straight into the bedroom.Snape followed without hesitation.

The heavy door was slammed shut—it was unknown who hugged the other person first, Snape suddenly lowered his head, blocked John's lips, and rubbed.Fragments of black hair fell down his cheeks, casting a charming shadow.

John also hugged Snape's waist tightly and responded very positively.He didn't close his eyes, but stared intently at those black eyes, which reflected his appearance - the obsidian eyes were very soft without a trace of emptiness and indifference.

John was fascinated by it, couldn't help panting and parted, and then couldn't help stretching out his fingers to trace Snape's face, drawing all the way down from the corner of the eyebrows.

Snape closed his eyes slightly, did not move, and let him touch.

John felt that Snape's expression at this moment was particularly peaceful and peaceful, with a special charm.It was so handsome that he forgot to breathe.

He immediately hugged Snape tightly.

"Scared?" Snape asked with a rising tone.

He raised his arms and hugged John softly and firmly.

John leaned his face on the man's shoulder, smelled the familiar bitter breath, showed a frightened expression, and whispered:

"Yes, I'm still a little scared now... At that moment, I was very afraid that you would be killed by Voldemort, or that I would be killed by Voldemort."

Snape said nothing, just kissed him again.

This time it was just a shallow kiss, and the two soon separated.But it was the same as the kiss just now, gentle without a hint of lust/lust, full of warmth.

"Go to sleep, go to bed early today, I'm too tired." John glanced at the curtains, and the curtains on both sides automatically closed to the middle to cover them tightly.

He started to take off his clothes without being unnatural at all, and came over to help Snape unbutton them without hesitation.

"I'll take it off myself - and you, Mr. Snape, don't get distracted when your trousers are half down!" Snape felt the veins in his forehead twitch.

— This man with a mind full of trolls!Doesn't he know that his half-covered appearance is challenging people's reason!

John looked down, shrugged his shoulders, took off his trouser legs indifferently, turned around and got back under the covers, staring at Snape with burning eyes.

After sharing the same bed for several years, Snape has long been used to changing from sleeping with his clothes on to taking off his clothes before going to sleep.

He took off his robe and shirt one by one, revealing some pale skin.

John's breathing became a little short of breath.

Snape glared at him - John managed to hold back his presumptuous gaze from circling Snape a little.

Snape lowered his eyes and began to undo the belt with his long fingers.

He didn't have to look to feel the gaze that almost swallowed him up.

Snape was not surprised.In fact, he can understand, it's just that - every time he restrains himself very well.

The hot gaze suddenly disappeared.

Snape looked up.He saw John staring at him in surprise.

"What's the matter?" Snape raised his eyebrows in doubt, let the trousers slip off, and walked to the bed.

John gasped, his eyes suddenly filled with disbelief.He stared fixedly at Snape, scanning from top to bottom, as if he didn't recognize him. When he saw the only piece of fabric left on Snape's body, his eyes seemed to be stung, and suddenly moved away.

"Severus, you..." John's eyes suddenly revealed an unacceptable trace of disgust, and he even leaned back.But he reacted quickly and restrained himself from moving.

Snape's movements and expression froze together.

His face suddenly returned to a mask-like indifference and rigidity, his eyes were empty and calm, and his tone of voice was like a piece of frozen marble, he asked calmly, "What?"

—he was stabbed by that look and movement.

John looked at him quietly, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.After a long time, he murmured, "No, it's okay—let's go to sleep."

Snape nodded calmly.With one wave of his wand, the lights in the room went out.

He sat on the other half of the bed, and John was already curled up with his back to him, ready to sleep.

Snape didn't move for a long time. He listened to John's gradually steady breathing, and then calmly spread out his right palm - leaving a few purple marks on it.From just now, his nails have been digging deeply into the palm of his hand.

The wand flicked again, and a corner of the curtain was lifted silently, and the clear moonlight came in and shone on him.

Snape stared at his thin arms, his strangely corroded palms, and his pale skin.He carefully looked at it inch by inch.

...he was really old.

There was really nothing good about him.

So John is finally starting to get tired of being ugly?

Snape lowered his eyes, finally showing undisguised exhaustion and pain on his face.

The author has something to say: I watched a few sweet and abusive professor videos, so I wrote this chapter after listening to "A Little Sweet" and "Our Love" hhhh

【small theater:

Snape: A man with a head full of trolls!Don't you know that being half-covered is challenging your sanity these days!

John (laughing innocently): My head is full of you!

Snape: ...]

Cough, I suddenly feel that the text is abused, but the small theater is still sweet. Is this really good?