HP John Snape

Chapter 101

Snape frowned and said sarcastically in a soft voice: "If you don't drink the potion, your whole body will hurt even more. So assuming that your head is filled with brain instead of splendens, I should go first Make a pot of potion!"

He couldn't help but add: "Bake it here!"

John looked at Snape, but tears suddenly fell down. He immediately looked away, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and bit his lips to swallow his sobs.

"What's wrong?"

Snape was startled, secretly at a loss. He could only clench his palms and stare at the person on the bed.

John endured it, but still said bitterly: "But my heart hurts even more."

He grabbed Snape's hand and pressed it on his chest, looking at him silently.

Snape stared at John incomprehensibly, and was a little speechless in shock.

If he understood Internet slang, he would definitely say now - Why did John's style of painting change? The pitiful little white flower turns into a charming girl in seconds! Is this really still John?

Seeing that he didn't move, John had no choice but to put away his pitiful expression and said angrily: "Severus, tell me whether you will kiss me now or not!"

Snape sensed that something was wrong.

John is not an unreasonable person. He is obsessed with getting close now, as if... he is confirming something.

Snape had no choice but to bow his head obediently and place a very gentle kiss on his heart.

The skin on John's chest was white, tender, and warm. He breathed uncontrollably, causing his chest to rise and fall.

Snape stared darkly, and continued to kiss carefully without John's prompting, from his heart all the way up, to his collarbone, shoulders, and Adam's apple.

John raised his neck, completely exposing his fragile throat.

The black hair on Snape's forehead hung down and fell on the side of John's face, tickling. He kissed John's throat, eliciting an inarticulate grunt.

Snape did not go up any further, but returned to his chest and took a slightly hard red bean into his mouth. Licking and grinding lightly, sucking unfamiliarly.

John only glanced at him in surprise, then patiently closed his eyes and let him do what he did.

Snape didn't pause long and quickly continued the kiss.

The thin lips of the person she knew the most kissed her tenderly, like feathers. Each of the fine kisses fell, causing a burst of itchy ripples.

John couldn't help but rubbed on the bed, his arms hanging by his sides, as if he wanted to grab something, but he restrained his movements.

Snape kissed his way down to his navel and then his lower abdomen. John's body became tighter and tighter, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, and his face became flushed. The look in his eyes was already emotional.

– But further down is the belt.

Snape paused, feeling that it was almost time. He kissed John's limp and half-opened lips again comfortingly, and stood up to leave.

"Severus—" John just opened his eyes and quickly grabbed his arm.

Snape turned back and raised his eyebrows, showing an impatient and stern expression.

Usually, as long as he showed this expression, John would know that he was really a little impatient. So let it go as soon as it's good, no more entanglement.

But this time John seemed not to have seen it. He clamped Snape's arm tightly, looking puzzled and aggrieved: "You haven't finished kissing me yet!"

Snape's eyes flickered to John's trousers. He glanced at it, knowing that if he continued, the medicine would really be unbearable. He opened his mouth and was about to make a sarcastic comment - John took off the belt himself.

He kicked his legs, kicked off his pants a few times, exposed his long legs and rubbed against the sheets, and said eagerly: "Look, I have taken off the obstruction, can we continue?"

Snape frowned. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Snape, if you want to get everything petrified now, I will satisfy you immediately."

His tone was very cold, and he really didn't intend to dwell on it anymore - compared with John's injury, he felt It's clear which is more important.

But just as his face turned cold, Snape's expression suddenly froze, and his eyes couldn't help but stare downward.

——John boldly unzipped his zipper, put his hand in, and gently squeezed it through his underwear. The hot spot immediately became harder.

"I will be very happy as long as you say the last half of the sentence. Severus, don't bear it when you have feelings. If you bear it too much, something will happen."

John looked at him worriedly and pressed his face against him. , rubbing against the pants intimately.

Snape immediately took a deep breath.

There was a fire burning in his lower abdomen, which made him feel a little painful. He felt that if he could endure it any longer, he would be crazy. But -

Snape controlled himself with astonishing perseverance and grabbed John's shoulders, trying his best to activate Occlumency.

At this moment, his mind seemed to have split into two people. One wanted to flip John over on the bed, tear his underwear to pieces, kiss him all over his body, and enter him over and over again, making him only grab the sheets and cry out. The other one circled him and chanted it over and over again. John's soul was hurt and his whole body was in unbearable pain. What we should do now is not to aggravate his injuries, but to give him medicine...

Snape's mind almost collapsed into a blank. Occlumency doesn't seem to work that well when the body is burning with desire.

With great difficulty he pushed John onto the bed, groping with his other hand for his wand.

...He had to read John to the point of fainting.

John saw that Snape's movements were difficult, but his expression was gloomy and serious. As soon as his expression calmed down, he quickly hugged his thigh, buried his face in it, stretched out his tongue through his underwear and licked the slightly wet fabric.

The sound of the lustful swishing water was subtle, matching the layers of pleasure as the lower body was being teased more and more. In addition, John raised his face to look at him - emotional and full of flattery that he had never seen before.

The strings in Snape's mind snapped.