"Patience," Piotr chuckled, an unexpected pride swelling in his chest as he felt Mac writhe in his lap. As much as he wanted to rush into things, there was a distinct pleasure in the thought of taking things slow. It felt like he'd just scratched the surface of something and wasn't ready to give in yet.

Without moving his hands, Piotr let his arms go slack so Mac slipped backward just a bit. In a heartbeat, he pulled the smaller man forward again to draw out another long moan.