Leaning in, Gilmore pressed his lips to J'mon's as his fingers moved lower, breaking away only to smile as they spoke. "It would be no hardship," he murmured, letting out his own deep sigh as he pushed into them once more. It wasn't as good as pressing into them hard and on edge, but it didn't stop the pleasant buzz that rolled slowly through his veins at the soft sounds he could draw from J'mon.
"I don't think my body got the message to stop, either," Gilmore continued, breathless as he watched and listened to his fingers moving in and out of J'mon, watching their hips move to meet them. Gilmore shifted slightly so that he could stroke his free hand over his cock, unsurprised at the twist of pleasure in his belly as he did so. Just one stroke, though. Just testing.
He leant forward to kiss J'mon's shoulder, moving over to the junction of their throat where he pressed more slow, hot kisses as his fingers spread inside them to touch as much as possible, to stroke as many points as he could. The trembling of their body and their muscles made him moan softly. It would be so easy to get off on their pleasure alone, to touch them over and over again with his hands and mouth, to bring them to release each time until he himself came untouched.
"There are no words-" Gilmore started, lifting his head to whisper into J'mon's ear. "-in any language in any world that can describe just how amazing you are, J'mon. Beloved. My everything. Mine," he breathed, rubbing his beard against their cheek and pressing his fingers as deep as he could, spreading them once more.