It was a bit unusual, already knowing what Gilmore liked and still getting to learn it all over again. It was exciting, too. Rarely did they ever get the opportunity to have the same experience twice from two entirely different perspectives. But they weren't surprised at all by where Gilmore's hands strayed, and perhaps they had a little bit of advantage in knowing how to seduce him - as if he really needed to be seduced. But the dance was half the fun. Everything leading up to the act itself could be, and had been, just as thrilling as the culmination. Even the way Gilmore held their gaze as he lifted the tunic off was heady and absolutely delicious.
They obviously had no problem being completely naked. This body had been dutifully created. It had taken decades to refine to perfection. And it should be appreciated. Why choose to look the precise way that J'mon had decided to look if it wasn't to be appreciated in this way? Perhaps it wasn't to everyone's taste, but they already knew that Gilmore enjoyed them exactly as they were. They could shift, adjust, change little details here and there. But it wasn't necessary. It was just fun. It expanded their options almost endlessly.
They shifted a little as Gilmore's hand dropped between their legs, slowly pressing forward into his hand. They couldn't help themselves, they were a sensual creature by nature. And they knew what kind of magic Gilmore's hands could produce. They indulged him for a moment, letting him touch and explore, then reached down and flicked Gilmore's hand away. They were still smirking softly, it was clear he hadn't done anything displeasing. But he had asked to be taught, and J'mon needed to shift a little to answer that request.
"First," they said, trailing fingers up over Gilmore's shoulder to his neck and then along his jawline. "Let me see you. You know you are safe with me, always, and I want all of you." It was a dangerous request, and they knew the weight it carried. But the two of them were alone here and secrets had already been shared. It would have been fairer, perhaps, if J'mon was in their true form too. Gilmore had seen as much of it as they could reveal in their current setting. As if a reward for that answering that request, J'mon dropped their hand back to Gilmore's shoulder for balance as they slowly turned and pressed down into his lap - back against Gilmore's chest. They flipped their hair out of the way and arched into him with a soft sigh. They could feel him despite the layer of fabric between them - a reminder that even if Gilmore thought he had everything he could want, J'mon was still denying him one thing.