They enjoyed the softness between them as much as anything else. The little brush of their noses together brought a pleased smile to their lips. But so did the swift exhale as their hands slid down into Gilmore's pants. They did know exactly what they would find, there was no mystery for them there, but it was always wonderful to get to touch him and watch that flush spread across his skin. J'mon knew that Gilmore was the sort of man who, in his normal life, was nearly always the one in control. To be able to free him of that responsibility and give him all the pleasure that he deserved was a privilege in its own right. It was something they couldn't bear to neglect or take advantage of. He should have everything he wanted, and so much more.
As Gilmore reached out for them, J'mon leaned forward, giving him more access so he could tangle his fingers in their hair. They waited for him to give an answer, hands roaming across his chest again, then tipped up and pressed their lips to his as soon as they had what they sought. The kiss was every bit as hard and heated as it had been moments before, but it only lasted a moment before they trailed off along his jaw and down his neck. "It would please me, yes..." they hummed, slowly trailing kisses down his body, stopping only to nuzzle at the thick hair across his chest. "Warn if you would like-" a soft shrug, "-but I do not need it."
Eventually, they had to shift off of Gilmore's lap. When they did, they draped themself next to him, lying next to his body and facing away from him. He could still see their face - in fact, he might have been able to see it better like this - but there was also a whole expanse of skin to touch from their legs to their hips and perhaps even up to their chest if he reached for it. Their hair brushed over his thighs again as they swept it all over to one side, the movement completely intentional. Every little bit of sensation was worth exploring.
They slipped their nails up across his thighs and over his hips, trailing little lines over his stomach before finally wrapping around him. Their movements were slow, deliberate. But finally, they flicked their tongue across the tip of his cock and drew him into their mouth. His size hardly dissuaded them, if anything it just made them that much more enthusiastic about finally having him in their mouth. Next time, they would like to have him elsewhere. But there was always time for more. If they had to keep Gilmore in bed for days to get properly re-acquainted, there would still be time for more. And more yet to explore, too. This time, though, they concentrated all their thoughts and attention on bring him pleasure here and now, their hand stroking upward as their mouth slipped steadily lower, exploring what would make him moan and thrust upward.