It wasn't possible, but Rhys felt warmer. Maybe a trick of the blood, or something else, but he didn't feel it until the kiss, until that tongue slid easily into his mouth like it had been meant for it.
When that arm went around his shoulders, he couldn't help but lean further down into him, doubling down on how tightly they were pressed together top up. They were suspended above the seat of the chaise and if the man under him dropped back with it, he would definitely followed the kiss down.
There was a sudden movement from Joseph, on the other side of Rhys' legs, and for a moment, he almost broke the kiss to find out what happened, but then his tongue was tracing everything it could reach. It distracted him from pulling away just yet. Just the feeling of that alone made things tightened in his stomach, a feeling that would have made him gasp if he needed to breathe, but in this instance, he groaned softly into his mouth instead.
It seemed like forever but finally, Rhys moved to break the kiss, feeling as if he should be breathing heavily, or his lips and body almost tingling. If he hadn't been holding onto Joseph's face, his hands would have been trembling a little bit.