HP John Snape

Chapter 111

John's chest heaved violently and he breathed heavily.

He turned away from Snape. He slowly calmed down his breathing, but his mind went completely blank due to his shock.

But Snape stood expressionless, motionless.

The air in the garden became deathly still.

In the uncomfortable atmosphere, John slowly clenched his fists and said without saying a word: "What have you been suspicious of? What are you worried about? Only you know my real secret, and I also let you learn from it." After eating out so many times, do you still think I can run away? Will I fall in love with someone else? Are you insulting my feelings

? Snape's expression slowly softened, and the corners of his mouth twisted, looking a little weird.

"No," he finally said, with even a hint of laughter in his voice.

John looked at him: "So you finally calmed down and stopped hating yourself? Can we talk about your jealousy tonight?"

Snape's expression calmed down and he asked in a low voice:

"That's right. , I am indeed - jealous. Do you have to make up for it?"

John breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's go back to the bedroom, and I will try my best to make it up to you."

Snape suddenly grabbed his arm. Don't let him leave.

"Right here." Snape said calmly.

"What?! But - what if someone sees him!" John was ashamed and scared. He quickly turned his head and glanced around, as if there were people watching around him.

"I'm not worried." Snape smirked, "Anyway, people only know that this is the house where John Snape lives."

John blushed just thinking about that scene. When he thought about the terrible consequences if he was exposed, his face turned pale again.

"Severus, don't-" He tried to look at Snape pleadingly, but the latter's expression was unmoved and very determined.

"Hurry up." Snape stood there calmly and said one word lightly.

Only then did John realize that this was revenge brought about by jealousy.

He bit his lower lip reluctantly and stiffly leaned forward to kiss Snape's lips. The tip of his tongue swept across the lip line, he pried open his teeth, and probed in slightly like an invitation. Snape immediately hugged John, clamped his arms behind his back, and took away the sovereignty.

He rubbed John's lips roughly, snatching the air from his mouth. Then he unbuttoned his clothes with his right hand, reached in and rubbed the skin on John's chest.

During this time, John was busy with filming and scripting and was quite tired. The two of them were not people who indulged in bed every day, so it had been a long time since they had been this close. As soon as Snape's hand touched, John hissed and almost moaned because of the sensitivity.

Snape's hand behind his back suddenly slid down and pressed on his hip. Before John could even raise his eyes and ask anything, the hand left in his shirt began to act erratically. Slowly rub it down from the chest, brushing the side ribs and touching the lower abdomen.

When he stroked the thin calluses on his hands, John felt as if he was experiencing an electric shock.

The blond man couldn't help but tremble, and his legs weakened and he leaned against Snape.

"Do you feel it?" Snape asked softly in his ear.

The hot breath and open and closed lips faintly touched John's earlobes. Snape leaned forward and put his hands down into John's trousers. When he felt a ball of heat, he pressed his hand on his thigh. Continue caressing the sides, making the changes more obvious.

John could barely stand.

He couldn't stand being teased by Snape, and he murmured with moisture in his eyes: "Let's go back, not here..."

Snape lowered his head to look at John's expression, with a deep look in his eyes: "Okay. "

He immediately let go of his hand, with an expression as if nothing happened, turned around and walked towards the door.

John's legs were weak and he staggered to follow.

"What should Mrs. Laws and George... do? Are we going in like this?" he asked worriedly, with a bright blush on his face.

Snape raised his eyebrows at him: "Can't you just adjust your expression? Great actor. Let's go, I'm hungry."

John bit his lower lip unbearably: "What? Go to eat now? But I - —"

"You can hold it back, right?" Snape interrupted John and stared into his eyes, "You won't do anything secretly under the dining table?"

The blush on John's face became even more angry: " Of course I won't do anything secretly in front of Mrs. Rouse and George!"

"Then let's go." Snape opened the door with a calm expression and walked in first.

John panicked for a moment.

He rubbed his cheeks hard and straightened his clothes before walking in.

"God! John, you are finally back!" George exclaimed and rushed over.

He grabbed John's arms worriedly and said naggingly: "You didn't answer the phone all day, and everyone said they didn't know where you were. You scared us all! Snape was at the door. I've been waiting for you all afternoon!"

John responded to George's words with a dazed smile. He felt like his whole body was heating up now, and all his senses were concentrated on his arms. George grabbed him and shook him, and the friction of his shirt made his heart beat wildly.

Snape calmly pulled George away and said to Mrs. Laws, who was standing aside with an equally worried expression: "I'm very hungry, let's have dinner."

Then John moved to the dining table little by little as if he was being saved. Sit down.

"John, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" George came over from across the table and reached out to touch his forehead.

"I don't - I don't have a fever." John leaned back quickly, his pants rubbed against each other, and he couldn't help but let out a vague cry in his throat.

"John, you are really weird today." George looked him up and down, his eyes resting on John's somewhat hazy eyes, as if he had discovered something.

"Why do you care so much!" Mrs. Rouse scolded George and looked at Snape with a deep smile. "Why don't you come and help with the soup."

George could only mutter and turned around and entered the kitchen.

John quickly took the opportunity to whisper: "Severus...is that enough? I really...can't stand it anymore."

There was a cry in his voice, and his face was flushed. Fidgeting in the chair, wanting to squirm but having to restrain himself, he looked very pitiful.

Snape thought for a moment and shook his head under John's hopeful eyes: "No."

"Is this your sincerity? You said you would make it up to me, but you are unwilling to take any action." He questioned slowly.

"Okay." John desperately grabbed his clothes and looked like he was about to cry uncontrollably.

When Mrs. Laws came out again, she asked, "John? Are you really okay?"

"...Of course I'm fine." John forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. But as soon as he blinked, tears suddenly flowed down.

Mrs. Laws was startled and couldn't help but look at Snape with a reproachful look: "It's appropriate to stop!" Just bully and bully, it made my John cry, why don't you go and comfort him?

Snape responded with a cold look: "You saw him crying, but didn't you see that I was so anxious that I almost cried in the afternoon?" Is this a case of helping relatives rather than taking care of others?

When George walked out of the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Rouse and Snape looking at each other affectionately. John sat beside him and cried silently, and was suddenly stunned.

"What's going on?" he asked stuttering.