J'mon had always been of the opinion that one rarely had more power than when they held another person's pleasure in their hands - or between their lips. That control that Gilmore felt now, it was the same rush of control they felt when they knelt before someone else. It was their gift to give and theirs to say when and how their lovers would receive it. As blissful as this was, there was a whole world of delight still left to explore. They would have time for all of that. It wasn't as though Gilmore had shops to return to while he was here.
But gods, they had missed the taste of his lips. It was almost a shame to lose that, but there would be time for more. Feeling Gilmore pick them up and settle them gently on the bed made up for it somewhat. The adoration he moved with and touched them with was something that they hoped they would never get used to. It still gave them the same thrill as it always had, their skin heating just a fraction more under his gaze.
They propped themself up on their elbows and braced one foot on the bed, the other leg stretched out in front of them. It was meant to put their body on display. And they were pleased with the effect it had. "May I?" J'mon teased, quirking an eyebrow and reaching out to guide Gilmore between their legs. There was no need to instruct him, though. Every move he made was sublime. From the soft scratch of his beard against their thigh to the sound of him moaning as they finally settled into place. There was nothing to change.
Their bangles and chains jingled softly as they slipped their fingers into his hair again and draped a leg over one of his shoulders. J'mon sighed and dropped back onto the bed, arching up and pressing closer to his mouth. "Tease," they murmured again, a hint of playful accusation in their voice. As if Gilmore knew exactly what he was doing to them. And perhaps he did. But they didn't want to change his course whatsoever. They didn't want to stop his exploration or quiet his enthusiasm. If he wanted to get lost between their legs for a while, they could happily indulge him.
Once he had begun to set a pace, J'mon's hand slipped away again and they stretched under him with another soft murmur of pleasure. Their hands moved slowly over their own stomach and towards their chest, toying with the chains and rings and drawing that warm knot of tension even tighter. It was a terrible thing to want everything all at once and have no desire to choose. They were torn between letting Gilmore indulge himself and asking for more. More than just his tongue or his hands. If only all problems could be this much of a delight.