Joseph chuckled softly at Rhys's reaction. He had rather warned him. It seemed unfair that the young man clearly had no other experience to compare it to. Far too many people merely survived, instead of living. Rhys seemed to be among their number. Oh well, Joseph would enjoy making up for all the pleasure he'd missed out on when he was alive. "I know, love," he soothed as he stroked Rhys' cheek. "Now come here and give me a kiss."
That wasn't exactly the kind of kiss Joseph had in mind, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He was already rather fond of the feel and taste of Rhys' mouth, with all the interesting scars that spoke to a lifetime of nervous chewing. Joseph was well aware how aroused they both were, but there was no call to rush. Especially a first time. Those were to be savored.
He finally broke the kiss, tilting his so his own neck was exposed. "With your teeth, lovely," he purred, just in case the offer wasn't obvious enough.