Nothing in the world could have stopped them from accepting Gilmore's lips against their own, now or in the future. He had a face made to be kissed and adored and loved. And J'mon was honored that they were the one allowed to do it. They would tell him as much, too, when his mouth wasn't better served elsewhere. But for now he was perfect where he was and J'mon was entirely too willing to be swept away by it.
A soft moan slipped from them when Gilmore's fingers replaced his tongue. They pressed down against him again, pulling him further in with their heel against his back. The warm, wet slide of his mouth around them dragged yet another moan from them - deeper now, punctuated with a slight arch as J'mon rocked slowly between his mouth and his fingers. They had been just barely holding onto their own self-control, and that was all it had taken to free them of it. The slow wind-up and the skill that Gilmore possessed in this had kept them comfortably strung out, but that little bit more had them squirming and thrusting up into his mouth.
Their own hands strayed away from their chest and up through their hair as Gilmore's hand wandered upward. It left them draped out, completely at his whim. The way they preferred to be. And it wouldn't be long, now. The prelude had been too long, too wonderful. They felt utterly overwhelmed. Though the thought was there to return the favor, it was not at the forefront of their mind at the moment. They were content to take as much as Gilmore gave them. It was already more than they had hoped for when he stepped into the room. And it would be more, still.
Just a moment before they felt that crash of pleasure run through them, they reached down and tangled their fingers in Gilmore's hair again, nails scraping against his scalp, and tried to remember to be gentle as they tugged him back. Their breathing came in heavy, ragged pants. All it took was a subtle shift of their hips, driving Gilmore just a little bit deeper, and their cock twitched and they throbbed around his fingers. The soft, sharp moan came just a second after along with another tight throb and they spilled across their stomach.
It hadn't occurred to them that Gilmore may have wanted to keep his mouth where it was for this. What they wanted was for him to watch and to know that he had been the one to do this for them.