The press into his hand took Gilmore's breath away, and he was sure that was going to happen many more times. Tonight. For the rest of his life. And he could tell from the expression on J'mon's face that there was nothing tedious about having to repeat the lesson he had been taught. Though if their roles were reversed he knew he would take nothing but pleasure in it.
He made a soft sound of protest as his hand was pushed away, returning it to the bed beside him to ensure it stayed put. Gilmore tipped his head up, moved it towards the light touches as though he were starved of contact. A lazy smile spread across his lips at the request, keeping his eyes on J'mon's as he pulled on the fastenings of his robes, shrugging the finely crafted fabric from his shoulders and pushing them to the floor. Beneath, like J'mon, he wore a tunic, black and low cut, a little tight around his middle but there was no time to think about that, Gilmore pulled it off over his head in one easy movement.
His pants remained on for the moment, and all thought of them slipped from his mind as J'mon settled into his lap. Gilmore's hands slid around their waist, his lips pressing to the flawless skin of their shoulder whilst his touch moved up to J'mon's chest, cupping one hand over either side, the ornate piercings brushing his palms.
"You need only ask. Ever. And I know I'm safe. I know. You make me feel-" Gilmore had no issues with his body. He knew he was a reasonably good looking man. But to have J'mon so close, to know their desire for him was true, it bolstered him. "You know how you make me feel." He circled one nipple with his finger tip, still pressing kisses along J'mon's upper back and shoulder.