J'mon's reactions were the greatest reward Gilmore could have hoped for. He was honoured to be the person drawing such sounds from them, and the way their body moved as though they couldn't get enough of him.
They were spread out like an offering, all for Gilmore and his touches. And if they wanted he would continue, would kiss them and run his hands over their body as they came down, give them anything they wanted.
He moaned at the fingers in his hair, though initially he resisted the tugging, reluctantly pulling his mouth away. His heavily lidded eyes gazed at J'mon, then at their cock, lips still parted as he felt the trembling muscles around his fingers. Gilmore gazed in wonder, watching them come, his breath catching in his throat. He would have loved to have tasted them, would have loved for them to have filled his mouth in another way, but he appreciated the view and the knowledge that he had done that.
Gilmore was proud of himself.
Smiling, he turned his head and kissed J'mon's thigh, then the curve of their hip, slowly pulling his fingers out. They were shiny and slick, and Gilmore thought nothing of bringing them to his lips to lick them clean before moving up the bed to lay at J'mon's side.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his expression still one of wonder, as though he still couldn't quite believe this was happening. "Thank you."