It was instinct, he thought about it in some sort of way anytime he was out in public. Every time he heard a heartbeat. But that was with kine. He'd never had the want or desire to bite another kindred, but until now, he didn't really know it was a thing. If it felt that much better for them, he wanted that. He wanted to try it. The height of intimacy?
When Joseph grabbed his chin, he was completely still. Should he say that he wanted it out loud? But then he was being kissed again, long fingers curling into dark hair, distracting him for the moment until kisses trailed down his jaw. Little teasing movements, drawing soft appreciative noises from the younger man. That was, of course, until those fangs sunk into his throat.
Fingers held tight to his hair, eyes fluttering closed. There was nothing that could have quite prepared him for the feeling of being drunk from like that. "Joseph…" His name was moaned out as if he were breathless, high and whimpering, body arching against the older man's. He wanted to beg for more, and when he pulled away there was a soft disappointed noise, his fingers not quite letting go. When Joseph looked at him, he was laying there, lips parted and the black in his eyes were blown out, over taking the green. His whole body was tingling and aching. If the line got a part of this feeling, it was no wonder they got addicted.