Pembe chuckled at the noise, half tempted to keep talking - though the feeling of the firm pecs of Potemkin pressing against his erection from all sides was growing more and more distracting by the minute. Pembe formed a grin, his own flush spreading as well - his hands getting more grabby, more eager as he gently started to hump into that tight, soft crevasse.

He had already started to precum, and soon the space between Potemkin's pecs doubtless felt warm and sticky from that alone - Pembe only enjoying his gentle pecfucking all the more for it. He was rock hard, and wherever Potemkin's hands came to rest on his body, he gently leaned into. He wanted to be touched - and as much as he wanted to grope every part of Potemkin, his hands were quite focused on molesting the man's pecs, pinching his nipples between his fingers, playing with them while he groped and toyed with Potemkin's pecs. They weren't about to leave their quarry anytime soon - so he was happy to invite Potemkin to touch him, instead. He could feel a sort of desperate eagerness for that, and he definitely wasn't about to say no.