Gilmore was delighted with everything. With every part of J'mon's body. And the sweet sounds they made- they were the sweetest thing that he had ever heard. And now he got to tease J'mon, to make them moan, to make them gasp and sigh, to undo them with everything he had. Work them up and then let them settle over and over again. Worship them.
He laughed, a soft rumble against J'mon's neck at the accusation. It was true. It was wonderful to know that they knew that so well. "I just never want it to be over, clearly- I can string you out for as long as possible," Gilmore whispered. "Already I am insatiable. How could I want this to end, even for a short time?"
J'mon was still tight when his fingers pushed in on their own, pressing as deep as he could before drawing them almost all the way out and pushing them in again slowly, enjoying the sensation. A rumble of a moan rolled through Gilmore's chest as J'mon's skin heated up beneath his lips, their skin shining, darkening fractionally.
He gasped at the sharp press against his neck, then chuckled again. "Oh, beloved, I'm just enjoying myself. But if you want more then you shall have it." Gilmore nuzzled at their ear, licked the shell of it, then drew his fingers out again, though this time he pressed in harder and quicker, rolling his hips to rub himself against J'mon again. The fingers of his other hand continued to toy with J'mon's nipple. Oh, Gilmore could not wait to have his mouth in all of these places.
And then he parted his legs just an inch or two, opening J'mon up whilst his fingers dragged out slowly and then pushed in roughly. "Though there is no harm in a slow, tender worship, is there?" His fingers slid out fully, moving up to wrap around J'mon's cock again, slick as they traced up and down his length. "I'm sure you've had me between your legs for hours, haven't you? In our future together." That thrilled Gilmore as much as anything else.