Potemkin's gaze rapidly drops down to where Ky's hand is, and he's instantly mesmerized by Ky's graceful movements that curve down his body. He tenses slightly when Ky reaches his muscular chest, due to the initial sensitivity. But it's the same sensitivity that makes him shudder and ease into Ky's stroking.

Potemkin sighs, long and content. He already feels like he's getting spoiled, from getting exactly what he wanted for what feels like so long. Ky's touch feels just like how he imagined it to be in fantasies which Potemkin squashed and kept fleeting, and denied having even to himself. Now he's basking in it, with all the happiness of a literal dream come true.

"Ky..." Potemkin reaches out to put a hand on Ky's arm higher up than the hand that is touching him, inviting him closer.