The slow, lingering tease had been well worth it, if Gilmore was already this close. It seemed like the merest touch would set him off at last and while J'mon wanted to draw it out as long as possible, there was also the desire to overwhelm him as he had overwhelmed them. Every breath and twitch beneath them just encouraged them onward. Further. Deeper. More. It wasn't that they were such an insatiable creature, nor such a greedy one. But they lived for beauty and pleasure in much the same way that Gilmore did. And there was nothing more beautiful than watching him tremble and find his way to his own release.
They hummed softly around him at the warning, casting a sideways glance to watch his face. But they made no effort to pull away. Instead, they gently brushed the nails of their free hand across his stomach and down along his thighs. The touch continued onward, down between his legs to gently press and rub and coax. Their other hand stilled around the base, though they still slid down to meet it in the same steady rhythm they had already set. And when they felt him tense, ready to spill, they held him as deep as he could go and lingered there through it.
It was difficult to watch him at the same time, but they managed. They thought nothing of how swift it was, either. There would be time for more drawn-out encounters - in every way and position that Gilmore desired - and if this one ended too fast, it just meant that they had done exactly what they had set out to do. It also meant that they could return to the warmth and weight of his body against theirs all the sooner.
When he had calmed somewhat, they slipped up off of him, catching the last little drop on the tip of their tongue. They kept their hands in contact with his skin as they sat up and turned and settled against his side again. Instead of rolling on top of him as they had been before, they wrapped their arms around his chest and pulled him over onto them. Their lips immediately found his again, staying there much longer than they had allowed before as they worked their bodies into a tangle of limbs and heat. These were the moments when J'mon truly grew a little desperate. And it was clear in the way they pulled him in and wrapped around him. As if every touch might be the last one.
They parted from the kiss for just a moment, looking up at Gilmore. Their eyes had shifted from the molten metal and black into a deeply human golden-brown. It was easier to be more expressive like this and they didn't want him to doubt for a moment how pleased they were. "Stay with me," they breathed, meeting his lips again before he had time to answer.