There was a feeling of being embarrassed but instead of dwelling on it, for once, Rhys simply pushed himself upwards to kiss him. The hand stroking his face felt soothing and at another time, he'd wonder about whether he liked being petted. It was weird tasting his own blood in someone else's mouth. He'd tasted his own, (hadn't everyone?) but the fact that that taste was in the other man's mouth added something he couldn't describe. He knew he was obvious, and part of him really hated it. The bite stung a bit now, but he wasn't even thinking of regretting it.
He could get used to the feeling of that tongue in his mouth, rubbing against every scar he could find. The feeling of it was a little odd but he wanted more of it. When he pulled away, he took a bit of a breath through his nose, a reaction to misinterpreting the meaning of Joseph's words. He'd meant that kind of kiss. Eyes dipped down to the line of that throat on offer. What would he taste like?
With a moment of hesitation, Rhys moved to leave kisses along his jaw, down to that hallow, almost copying what the other man had done before, to him. The difference was instead of playing with nips, he let his lips linger there, getting up his courage. The only other person he would have drank from was Henry and it hadn't been for this reason. Finally, fangs sunk down into flesh and there was a moment of clarity before the blood flowed into his mouth. It wasn't as much as when he'd bitten Melissa earlier, but the taste was completely different. Almost spicy. Again he was holding him to him, feeling a bit dizzy, another whimper sounding in his throat.