Gilmore was a huge fan of kissing. Even if an encounter didn't extend beyond kissing, he was a very happy man. Sometimes there just wasn't time or convenience to find a bed (or appropriate surface) but kissing was very much a thing that could happen anywhere at any time.
He had to choose between putting his mouth between J'mon's legs or against theirs, and for the moment he had chosen this. But there would be enough time later. And J'mon was hopefully willing to be swept into a kiss at any given moment in the future.
Though they weren't really guiding him Gilmore loved the fingers in his hair, the gentle contact as J'mon moved to meet him. He would happily stay down here for as long as it took J'mon to be completely satisfied. To have them spread out on the bed and accept all of the pleasure they were being given- that was perfect. The ache between his own legs didn't need any kind of acknowledgement, Gilmore liked the continued, low buzz it gave him.
He didn't feel as though his tongue was doing enough though, and dragging his tongue up he ran it over J'mon's cock, dropping his fingers down instead, pressing two inside his lover. A delighted moan slid from his lips at the slickness and the warmth inside them, and how their body gripped him as he pushed in and out slowly. At the same time, Gilmore took J'mon's into his mouth, pleased at their size, at how easy it was to sink all the way down to the base, following the same pace as his fingers, drawing up to the tip and sliding back to the base.
His eyes never strayed, more than pleased to watch them touching themselves. Gilmore had been satisfied with indulgently gripping the thigh that was draped over his shoulder, but he, like J'mon, wanted everything all at once.
Gilmore's touch wandered it's way up their body, following the path their own hands were taking, covering one small breast possessively before he teased the nipple, groaning happily around their cock.