Joseph didn't have much in his bedroom in the way of art except what had been painted on the walls or engraved in the mirrors. This room was for enjoying beautiful people, not bric-a-brac. There was plenty of it elsewhere in his flat to admire. But right now his focus was on Rhys.
Who was getting less shy. Joseph managed to keep his hands to himself while he shrugged out of the shiny jacket. The clothing would get gathered up and dealt with later, probably by Bruno after the two Kindred were asleep in the morning.
He took Rhys' comment about touching him as an invitation to do just that. Joseph caught him by the waist and pulled him closer. "Not nearly enough, sweet boy," he said, then grinned wickedly. "And only with my hands." To demonstrate and tease a little more, Joseph leaned forward and traced the tip of his tongue on the exposed flesh just above where the buttons ended. A few passes and he stopped tormenting the poor fledgeling.
Looking up at him, Joseph smiled gently. "You've never been intimate with anyone, have you?" Likely should have mentioned that before. But he was so very distractingly beautiful.