Gilmore closed his eyes briefly at the touch to his throat, swallowing heavily to feel the press of talons all the more. He felt secure in the knowledge that J'mon and he had an intimate future, he and J'mon had so much time together, and Gilmore was safe. Of course he was just going off of what J'mon had told them, but if it was lies then he was going to die a happy man.
"You can call on me whenever you need, whenever you desire. As you said, I am yours." How could Gilmore be disappointed in being denied another body if he was asked to pleasure J'mon's? Or provide him with some other service. It was an honour. "I hope you take advantage of that." Now and in their other life.
He shivered at the sound of J'mon shifting, wanting to draw them closer, wanting- just wanting. But he loosened what grip he had on them and lifted his head, meeting their eyes once more. And he was torn. Of course he wanted more, of course he wanted to look, he wanted to see all of them. He wanted everything. And the use of his given name, it was so rare to hear it from anyone except-
Gilmore's hands slid to J'mon's waist. His future self had had more time. But what better way to move on than to allow his heart to be filled by another? "I need you to tell me," he said softly. "Please. Deny me or allow me but I cannot choose right now. Tell me to wait and I will wait until you ask for me. Tell me to look and I will admire you without touching and I will be satisfied. Tell me and I will do it gladly."