Gilmore’s breathing grew more shallow, grew heavier as the pleasure curled hot in his belly. He’d known this encounter wasn’t going to last long on his part, though it was such a shame for it to be over too soon. The fingers of both hands pressed and kneaded where they could, one on J’mon’s thigh, one in the bedding at his side, every exhale holding a soft moan until that wasn’t enough.
He could be loud. Gilmore loved being loud in bed. And as J’mon’s hand wandered he inched his legs apart, giving them whatever access they needed and allowing himself louder, far more indulgent moans, unable to control the trembling. That was apparently as much as he could take, the teasing press between his legs which made him spiral rapidly head long into his orgasm. It was brilliant. His body arched and he cried out, pushing up once more into the heat of J’mon’s mouth before he relaxed, sinking into the softness of the bed.
Both hands were on J’mon as soon as it was possible, similarly not wanting to break contact for even a second, pleased when they were pressed to his side once more, but absolutely willing to go wherever he was guided. Gilmore was always happy to be on top of his lovers, he liked the feeling of being able to block them in, to protect them, and though J’mon absolutely didn’t need that, he still liked the feeling that crowding over their smaller frame gave him. His fingers slid into their hair as he let them move both of them to their liking, sinking into the kiss, pressing his tongue between their lips to taste himself in J’mon’s mouth. He loved that, too. Gilmore was in heaven.
And they were breathtaking. He gazed at them through half-lidded eyes, sighing deeply at the sheer beauty of them. There was never any doubt that he would stay, Gilmore thought. Why would he leave? What could possibly be gained? His future self had clearly felt the same. One hand remained in J’mon’s hair, the other moved down their body, down to their hip, stroking the skin there and holding them close.
“Nothing but death would drag me away from you,” he whispered against their lips. “And even that may not be enough.”