HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Sev, I've put on my pajamas." Seeing that Snape didn't speak, Artes patiently repeated it a second time.

Snape said "hmm" absentmindedly, his eyes unconsciously drifting to the open collar.

He knew how good Assis was at drinking. After taking a cold shower, the alcohol on his head should have gone away, so that he wouldn't be unable to even put on his clothes.

So what does this guy want to do?

The sight of his lover's eyes made Ass's Adam's apple roll uncontrollably.

He simply opened the last few buttons generously, completely exposing his half-covered abdominal muscles.

The affectionate peach blossom eyes are curved into a beautiful arc.

"Sev, do you want to see this?"

The man's voice contained a smile, which was like mellow red wine on a moonlit night, making people's ears tingle.

Snape's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned his head away, keeping his face calm, "If you still remember the time... and where you are, you should come up and sleep instead of..."

Instead of going crazy at night.

Artes's groggy brain automatically translated Snape's words - stop making noise and sleep.

The half-drunk man lowered his head and stared at the clearly defined abdominal muscles, puzzled and aggrieved.

Why did you reject his advances because the eight-pack abs don't look good? Or is the mermaid line not pretty? It can't be because you like a pair of abs, right?

Unaware of the twists and turns in Asseth's mind, Snape took his wand and waved it gently.

The blue time suddenly suspended in mid-air.

It was a bit late. He frowned, lifted the quilt next to him, and urged: "If you don't want to sleep, I can take you back."

Aces was still immersed in self-doubt about his figure. He selectively heard the words "send you back" and raised his head in disbelief.

After a few seconds, he gave in.

"Actually, one abdominal muscle is not impossible, but you have to wait for me for a while."

Snape: "..."

When did he talk about abdominal muscles? Is this fool really drunk?

After hesitating for a second, Snape patted the place beside him, opened his hand, "...come here."

Aces's eyes lit up, he quickly walked to the bed, kicked off his slippers, and rushed towards Snape, who was half leaning against the head of the bed, like a human bomb.

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth and hurriedly avoided it.

The next second, the mattress sank heavily, and the whole bed shook three times. The impact affected Snape, and he felt that the bed shook three times too, and he almost fell off the bed.

Mrs. Lovelace, whose hearing was blocked in the next room, felt the vibration coming from the other room, her cheeks flushed: "Young man, your energy is good."

Artes jumped in the air, his disappointment evident in his words. Unhappy, he moved over, buried his head in Snape's belly, rubbed it back and forth, and whispered the name engraved in his bones: "Sev, Sev, Sev."

"Well, I'm here."

Snape responded in a low voice, pulling Artes's loose pajamas and buttoning them for him.

Buttoning is an intimate act in itself, and Artes was moving around again. When buttoning, he would inevitably hit places he shouldn't touch. Artes became even more enthusiastic, picking up the corner of Snape's clothes with his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Go in and lick it gently, rubbing circles on the fair skin.

Snape froze imperceptibly.

He didn't stop him, and the wet kisses on his abdomen continued upwards. Asseth felt that the buttons were in the way, so he stretched out his hand and pulled off the buttons, revealing his wet belly.

"Sev, can I kiss you?"

Snape pursed his lips and wanted to refuse but saw a pair of expectant eyes staring at his belly, stupid and pitiful.

"……look up."

Artes didn't know what Snape was going to do, but out of instinct, he raised his head obediently.

Snape leaned forward slowly.

The two lips met, and the rich aroma of wine exploded and filled the mouth. Snape was surprised, stopped his movements, looked at Artes seriously, and then closed his eyes.

This time his movements were gentler.

Asses didn't react and remained stunned.

Snape imitated his previous actions and gently bit his lips, taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe as a reminder.

"Don't be distracted."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Asses came back to his senses, closed his eyes, and answered vaguely.

The tip of the tongue nimbly chases, shuttles between the lips and teeth, and the two pairs of hands that are good at experimenting move nimbly to open the other person's pajamas and roam around the other person's upper body.

They maintain absolute trust in each other and understand each other's bodies well enough to easily touch their weaknesses and ignite the flames.

The small bedroom gradually heats up.

"Sif..."

"Ah."

"I love you."

"Me too."

The long night is long, and the intimate whispers between lovers are drowned in the night, making it difficult to see the tenderness within.

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The sky was slightly bright, and Artes suddenly woke up from his sleep. Before he could recover from his dream, he heard the familiar breathing in his ears. He was stunned, but his body was faster than his thoughts, and he turned around to hug Snape.

The moment his hand made contact with his skin, fragments of last night's memory exploded like fireworks, impacting his brain.

He was drunk and unconsciously came to Spider End Alley, where he was picked up and taken home by Sif.

So far it was normal, until——

After taking a bath, he went to seduce the potion master with a towel around him, but was defeated by his eight-pack abs. When he was feeling sorry for himself, Sif took the initiative to kiss him...

Artes turned to look at Snape, his eyes fell on the slightly red and swollen lips, and he couldn't help but kiss him. Because Snape hadn't woken up yet, he didn't go too deep and kissed him lightly before pulling away.

In the bizarre dream, Snape felt something moving on his face. He frowned impatiently and uttered two words vaguely.

"Don't make trouble."

"Okay, I won't bother you."

Aces's brows were filled with beguiling tenderness.

He leaned forward, kissed the tip of Snape's nose, and closed his eyes again.

Half an hour later, the man on the bed opened his eyes on time, got out of bed gently, left a note on the table, and returned to Cavendish Manor in the morning light.

It was still early, and the huge manor had not yet awakened. It stood quietly in the morning light, solemnly and sacredly.

Artes went to the study first. He didn't see Joel squatting in the study, so he went back to his room and went to sleep.

Joel didn't expect that Artes didn't come back all night, so he knocked on Artes' door early.

Asseth reluctantly opened his eyes, climbed out of bed, with eyes still filled with sleepiness as he lazily leaned against the wall, and opened the door.

"Good morning, Grandpa Joel."

Joel was confused and looked at Asseth: "Master, did you not sleep well last night?"

No, I slept too well.

Aces retorted in his heart, but remained calm on his face, "I didn't sleep well. I drank some wine last night and had a headache. I couldn't fall asleep."

Joel showed disapproval and said seriously: "Master, you should have woken us up to take care of you last night, but what about now? Does your head still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm just a little hungry."

"Breakfast is ready! Master, hurry up and have breakfast." Nina didn't know when she appeared, she jumped up excitedly and interrupted.

Ace patted her head.

"Thank you Nina then."