johnwantsit: CORSET. CORSET. LACE. LINGERIE. LAP. alksdjf;anosrifuawosfih SOMEBODY KNOWS WHAT I LIKE. Post navigation Previous Post“Forgive me, father,” John whispered, kneeling on the steps of the altar. “for I have sinned. I’ve coveted, I’ve lusted… Christ, how I’ve lusted…” “Taking the lord’s name in vain, Johnny? In a church? I didn’t think you could be so blasphemous.” Jim pushed him forward and ghosted his lips along his spine. “We have thirty minutes before Sherlock arrives. How many commandments do you think we can break before he finds you?” One finger, a second, a third, working him open, breaking the –CONT.
