John Snape of HP

Somerville felt a pity when he saw the man on the opposite side turning his eyes to the right every now and then.

—Mr. Snape is handsome and gentle, but there is something wrong with his eyes.

There was a clear look in her eyes, but she said nothing thoughtfully.

And John was only concerned with peeking at Snape again and again, looking at those black eyes happily, without any annoyance.He didn't notice the crazy thoughts of the girl opposite him at all.

He liked the way Snape looked at him - normally, Snape would never show such a frank and straightforward look in front of him, but was more restrained.

He looked at it over and over again, and at last Snape showed a hint of helplessness, impatiently raised his face and looked away, and then he gave up.

"Then see you next time, Somerville." John said goodbye to the girl with a smile.

Then he had nothing else to do, so he drove home.

Snape condensed his body back in the car, sat in the co-pilot, and looked out of the car window silently as usual.

"Severus." John broke the quiet atmosphere, "Tell me, what day is today?"

Snape turned to see the excitement on John's face.

He guessed, "It's not your birthday, it's not my birthday, it's not Valentine's Day or any holiday... But Severus, you've been out of order since the morning, cook me and make me happy. I can I feel that you have been paying attention to me today...accommodating me everywhere...what day is today?"

Snape paused, not expecting John to be so perceptive.

He looked at John's expression, which was full of doubts, without a trace of last night - John didn't think about what happened last night.

So Snape gave him an angry look, and said sarcastically as usual: "If you keep your eyes on the steering wheel and drive carefully, I will be very grateful."

Seeing that he avoided answering, John looked like this again, and his expression became thoughtful. It seemed that he quickly came to a conclusion, and then showed a silly smirk.

Seeing that his performance had deceived John, Snape felt mixed feelings.

this evening.

John was surprised to find that Snape was lying on the bed without taking off his clothes.

He couldn't help but reflect - did they do anything during the day that made Severus tired?

Nope.

John couldn't help but rubbed over from the side of the bed, leaned on Snape's lap and asked, "Doesn't it hurt you to be so tightly covered?"

He reached out and ripped off all the buttons on Snape's collar, exposing his collarbone, and with all his strength, he tore off all the remaining buttons.

John leaned over, kissed his collarbone presumptuously, and quickly stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick it.Then he sat with his neck scrunched up and waited for Snape's angry sarcasm.

——But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any sound.

He looked up suspiciously, and saw that there was no anger on Snape's face——

He didn't even care about the ripped shirt, just stared at his collarbone, and then looked at John with some strange eyes.

John was puzzled by the look in his eyes.

"Sleep." A deep and gentle male voice sounded, and that was all Snape said at last.

John glanced at Snape's collarbone again - there were still some water stains on it, which he had just licked.

John blinked, then looked at his collarbone again.His expression suddenly changed, revealing an expression of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he did it.

He suddenly reacted, restrained his expression, and said vaguely: "I... I suddenly remembered something else. Severus, don't wait for me, you go to sleep first."

John stumbled towards the door.After closing the door, Snape could vaguely hear retching.

He clenched his fists suddenly—with such force that his veins were exposed.

Snape's whole body was shaking violently, his cheeks twisted uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of deep hurt and anger.

After a while, he took a few deep breaths before he managed to restrain his emotions.He looked away at the wand, dark eyes filled with icy anger.

—There is no doubt about it.John himself realized that he already felt sick to touch himself.

Then why should he stay?