Gilmore chuckled, low and rough, his gaze wandering slowly from J'mon's smirking lips to their eyes and then down their throat. "I love challenges. And I admit I am extremely envious of my future self, for all the things he has been able to do to you. With you. But I am luckier in the fact that I get to have those first times with you again-" First time, tenth time, hundredth time, Gilmore was certain there was never going to be a time where he didn't feel this desire.
He tipped his own head as J'mon's talons slid over his cheek, offering his throat for them should they wish to have him that vulnerable. Gilmore held himself as well as he could, as still as his could whilst the other hand moved over him, breath short and ragged before he bit back a moan at the touch to his cock, his hips twitching forward out of his control.
"Of course it does," Gilmore replied, as though it went without saying. "You want me to come and ask you before I fuck anyone else?" The very thought of it made him twitch against J'mon's hand. The idea delighted him more than he ever thought it could. "You know I want you to refuse me permission, don't you?" he grinned. Of course they did. Where was the fun if they didn't say no every now and then?
Leaning in, Gilmore pressed his lips to the junction of J'mon's throat and shoulder, tasting their skin, breathing in the scent of them again, dragging his lips lightly up to their ear. "All of me is yours, my liege," he whispered. What a wonderful feeling that was.