Having so much skin-on-skin contact was absolutely blissful. The place where J’mon’s back pressed to his chest in a long line, the places his hands and his lips touched, the heat of their thighs on his own through his pants. His cock was hard against the base of their back, but there was no need for them to focus on that right now.
He had every intention of indulging, no need to rush. Gilmore clearly enjoyed the good things in life, the beautiful things, the delicious things. And he wanted to learn everything, how to make J’mon sigh, how to make them moan, what made them putty in his hands, how he could best pleasure them-
Gilmore’s fingers continued to carefully circle J’mon’s nipples, tugging lightly at one, careful of the adornments. As they moved, though, he cupped their chest again, humming softly at the feeling of his palms filled with soft warmth.
He drew in a breath that tapered into a quiet moan at their new position, very well aware of what it was implying and what it was allowing. And though Gilmore knew that J’mon was more powerful than he could ever hope to be, they were making themselves quiet vulnerable to him, a gesture that was very much appreciated. Another moan followed the tug of his hair, and Gilmore looked over their shoulder, breath hot and quick against their skin.
Their cock was obviously gorgeous- Gilmore couldn’t wait to have his mouth on it - but there was more that he needed to know. His own cock twitched as their fingers pressed inside them, and the sound that rose up from their movement made him dizzy with desire.
His left hand slid down, tracing a light path from J’mon’s chest over their ribs and down to their hip, then lower still beneath their cock, running his fingertips against the soft, wet skin. Gilmore found J’mon’s fingers there, using them as a guide to press his own, slick heat enveloping them. He was wary of how much they could take, if four fingers might hurt, but he could do this. He would delight in doing this.
“Do you prefer the focus on one part or the other?” Gilmore whispered into J’mon’s ear. “Or do you like everything all at once?” he smiled. Those were positions he was familiar with, he could multitask with his mouth and his fingers. He wasn’t yet entertaining the thought of being inside J’mon, because he needed some self restraint. He needed to keep some semblance of control over himself. His other hand continued the gentle teasing of one nipple as his slicked fingers moved up to wrap around J’mon’s cock, stroking up and down, his thumb brushing over the tip. Gilmore was more than familiar with that area, it was more to just feel now, to know what they felt like in his hand.
His touch retreated once more, stroking along J’mon’s wrist, silently asking them to move away so that he could press inside once more, follow the method he’d just been shown. He pushed in deep, curling them slightly, stifling another moan against J’mon’s neck. His thumb pressed against the base of their cock, rubbing a gentle circle as he began to slide his fingers in and out, suppressing a tremble that rolled through him.