HP John Snape

Chapter 73

John slumped softly on the seat, already exhausted.

Snape gasped and looked down at the flushed young man in front of him - John was lying on the dirt, with liquid still slowly flowing down between his legs. The contrast between the black seats and the pale skin is very striking.

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

It turns out - this is how it feels.

Although he had just tasted the marrow and wanted to fight a few more times - but looking at John, he really couldn't stand it anymore, so he would just stop here today.

Snape controlled his desires very well. He is not an intemperate man.

But John was still staring at the roof of the car absentmindedly, with an expression that seemed to be crying or laughing.

Snape could only reach out and rub John's back, comforting him.

"..."

John moved slowly, avoiding his hand.

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

He summoned the wand and cast several "Clean Up" spells in succession, and then cast "Restore to Original" on John's broken clothes.

"Let me... 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 stop him from keenly showing his kindness.

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

Snape stared at him in confusion.

John closed his eyes and his expression turned into one of embarrassment - he felt so bad now.

He could never forget that he had just...been made incontinent.

Still in front of Severus.

I feel so tired and hopeless.

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

He wanted to be quiet.

John struggled to sit up and put on his clothes, but it was too hard just now. His fingers were still trembling now and he couldn't even pick up his underwear.

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

John turned his face in despair.

——But it’s not okay if you don’t wear it.

He could only do it with a numb expression.

Simply... so ashamed and angry...

After a lot of tossing, Snape finally helped him get dressed, and John turned back into a handsome young man dressed as a British gentleman.

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

John reluctantly sat up and turned his seat back. But seeing that he had no strength in his hands, he could no longer drive. I had no choice but to wave my hands angrily and agree.

Snape didn't care about cars anymore. He picked up John and disapparated.

The place where he appeared again was in the bedroom on the second floor.

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

Snape's dark eyes flashed with tenderness, and he also undressed and lay on the bed.

Although he wasn't sleepy, he wanted to sleep with John for a while.

As for bathing and eating...

let's talk about it after you wake up.

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

John had fallen into a deep sleep and was completely unresponsive.

Snape stroked his face and kissed him cautiously on the lips.

His movements were very gentle, one touch away.

Not as desperate and sad as the last initiated kiss - this one was gentle and satisfying.

He will treat this person like a treasure.