The loss of his fingers inside him brought another soft whine from J'mon, the sound almost indecent for someone of their status. It was just the littlest bit too much sensation, that movement, and brought a warm flush to their cheeks and chest before they slumped down on the bed and let that soft buzzing feeling begin to slowly fade. They had just enough time to catch their breath between Gilmore pulling away and him settling at their side again. With a swift flick of their wrist, they cleaned the mess of their stomach and rolled towards him, hooking a leg over his hip and drawing him in.
"You think that I am finished with you?" they asked. J'mon drew their arms around Gilmore's shoulders and wrapped him up snug and warm, pulling him in against their chest. Once they had him there, their hands began to wander - up into his hair, then dragging back down his neck and shoulders and across his chest. They dragged their nails lightly through the thick hair there, scraping lightly over one nipple before carrying further on over his stomach and down between their bodies. They toyed with the laces on the front of his pants, teasing as they slipped them loose and pressed a hand down inside.
It was so terribly easy to roll Gilmore onto his back and perch on top of him. They might not have been the most dexterous creature, but they had strength on their side. And this body moved a little better than their natural one. J'mon's hair fell over their shoulders again and this time they made no attempt to move it, far too occupied by working Gilmore's pants off. At any point he could stop them, tell them he was content with what they'd shared so far, but until then, they were going to keep trying to rid him of his last bit of modesty. Not that it did much to hide what he had.
"This is not reciprocity," they said, dipping down to press a kiss to the center of Gilmore's chest. "This is what I desire." Just so he didn't think that J'mon was doing this because they felt they owed him. No such thought had crossed their mind. They sat up on their knees and dragged both hands through their hair, the sleek black strands sweeping over their shoulders and catching the light as it swept down behind them and brushed Gilmore's thighs. "What would you have? Name it, and it is yours."