The shirt itself was a little bit billowy on him, as if it was just slightly too big, but that was apparently the style with it. The judges had told him to put it on, so he did. Joseph seemed to like it well enough, the point proven as he was pulled forward and close, standing mere inches from the man sitting on the edge of the bed. While that tongue dipped over his chest, Rhys slid hands into his hair, tangling his fingers there in a light hold.
Any of the feelings he had lost when he discovered the girls watching and walking up here, were starting to come back, his stomach in knots. Was it anxiety or something else? He was willing to believe maybe a little bit of both, but he knew some of it was more because of those hands on his hips, and blue eyes looking up at him once again. There was a gentle smile, but the words would have made him blush all over.
Chewing on the inside of his cheek once again, Rhys considered his thoughts. After a particularly hard movement, he could taste a tinge of metal in his mouth, knowing that he’d sliced through the flesh once again. “Yes. I mean - I haven’t…Been with anyone.” The kiss downstairs had been his first real one but it wasn’t something he wanted to fully admit out loud. The answer and reaction was better than when Amadeus had asked him about his relationship with Henry, yes, but still awkward. He even ducked his head, just a little.