Gilmore chuckled, a soft rumble of sound. He definitely had a lot to give, and that was only partly a euphemism. He was enthusiastic about everything that he enjoyed, and if that gave someone else pleasure then that was all the better. No one had ever called him a selfish lover.
And if J'mon was insatiable then Gilmore would just keep going.
He knew very well that he wasn't particularly skilled right now, but that just meant he had to practise. And he would happily take instruction, he would happily be told everything he should do, be guided, be commanded, but right now he was enjoying his control.
A shiver ran through Gilmore at the thought of J'mon between his legs. It seemed indecent in a way, considering how comfortable Gilmore was not being in a position of power around them. And that in it's own way was a pleasure, not having to be in control. He was aching between his legs, not helped at all by the kiss. Gilmore sighed deeply when their lips met, leaning into the touch to his hair. His own hand slowed on it's path up and down J'mon's cock, so many possible options available to him. So many ways to show his devotion.
"You have that. My devotion," he replied, kissing the corner of J'mon's mouth and hovering his lips there. "I will show you more."
As much as Gilmore didn't want to move them, as happy as he was with J'mon in his lap, he knew he wanted to bestow more upon them. He could. One hand moved beneath their legs, the other braced gently across their body as he stood with J'mon in his arms, turning around to lay them on the bed. Taking a moment, Gilmore admired them spread out below them, his eyes wandered from their beautiful face down over their chest, their torso, their legs. How utterly gorgeous they were.
"You may guide me," Gilmore said softly as he knelt on the bed too, sliding his hand up J'mon's legs to ease them apart, making space for himself. "Wherever you desire me," he rubbed his beard against one smooth, flawless thigh, kissing a spot there. "Wherever you need me." His mouth moved down, continuing to kiss a path until his tongue tentatively slid through the slickness, tasting them for the first time. Gilmore moaned. Though it wasn't as thick as his fingers, and he couldn't get it as deep, he pressed his tongue inside them. One of Gilmore's hands gripped J'mon's thigh, the other found their cock, stroking up and down it lightly again from his new position.