J'mon often took nothing but pleasure, in all aspects of their life. This was hardly any different. And Gilmore was slowly chipping at their resolve to make him wait for more. But they were still, in many ways, letting the man set the pace. Gilmore had been the first to reach out and touch him. Gilmore had asked for instruction, guidance. And Gilmore looked at them with so much awe and adoration that it was nearly impossible to resist giving him everything he could ever desire.
They watched him disrobe with the same intense interest as always. He was more than reasonably good-looking, he was nearly perfect. J'mon loved a whole range of body types, but to be perfectly honest his was their favorite. A little soft, warm, still colored by the sun even if it had been years since he'd been to the deserts of Marquet. There was nothing they would want to be diminished about him, only enhanced - decorated, dripping in beautiful things. He was utterly enchanting. And that made it all the better when they got to press against him and feel skin against skin and his hands roaming over their body.
"There we are..." they hummed, sucking in a slow breath and sighing as Gilmore's hands roamed over their chest. The piercings made them a touch more sensitive there, and the gentle sway and pull of the chains between them only further enhanced it. "Take your time, pet. No need to rush through good things." Even if J'mon didn't know how much time they had, strictly speaking, to be alone in the room together. But that also didn't matter.
They dropped their hands to the top of Gilmore's thighs for balance, moving one leg to the outside of his and then the other on the opposite side, until Gilmore's legs were pressed together between theirs. It was utterly indecent, but that was the draw of doing it. And they both knew that Gilmore now had total control over how far their legs spread now. All he had to do was drop his knees further apart and more of them would be open, exposed. They reached back and tangled their fingers in his hair, giving him a little tug as they said "Watch."
Their free hand drew slowly down over their stomach, then curled slightly around the base of their cock. It wasn't quite stroking, but they rubbed at the base, the movements shallow and pinpointed. Then their fingers dipped further back, sliding two inside and curling upward. Their cock twitched, a bead of wetness slipping out the slightly tapered tip and the distinct sound of slickness coming from where their fingers worked. Gilmore could touch if he pleased, this was all to teach him how, after all. But at the same time, J'mon knew their body well enough that he could sit back and watch them get themself there if he wanted.