Asking him not to be nervous was like not asking him to, well, not to breathe, because kindred didn’t need to, but it was a hard thing. He was just that, but the way Joseph was looking up at him like that, holding him, it was a little easier. Of course, being pulled down to the bed had his stomach doing all kinds of things, especially when his blood was tasted and the other man’s reaction was to shudder like that, as if his blood was a most delicious thing. Amadeus hadn’t reacted that way when he’d tasted him all those months ago.
“O-Okay. I’ll tell you..” Anything he wanted to try? All he could really do was nuzzle his face into that hand, like he’d done earlier on the chaise to Rhys. It wasn’t like there was a whole long knowledge of what sex looked like or how it worked. Of course, he knew the basics, his dad had had the talk with him, several times, to his horror. That had been something indeed. Especially when his brothers tried to join in on it.
At the mention of drinking his blood, he froze, eyes a little wide. He was going to do what? “Drink you… Drink your blood?” Was that a necessary thing? Something about it worried him but another brought another tightening sensation in his stomach. Would it feel the same as what the blood dolls felt when they bit them? Swallowing hard, Rhys brought a hand up to hold Joseph’s face again. He was still nervous, it was obvious with the way his eyes searched the others face but -
“Do you want to.. Bite me, too?” Soft words but serious. He trusted that he knew what he was doing, what would happen, the risks. Instead of agonizing over it, he was trying to trust instead.