Joseph let out a loud moan as Rhys' fangs sank into his neck. He fully expected the younger Kindred to take more than intended or start to lose control. As fantastic as it felt, this wasn't the first time this week, let alone in his unlife he'd been bitten by another Kindred. So he had a bit more control of himself. And his hands.
One hand trailed down Rhys' chest, catching on the shirt but managing not to tear it as it continued on it's path. He nimbly unfastened his trousers, then his hand delved inside in search of it's target. Joseph wrapped his hand around Rhys' cock, applying careful pressure. "Yes," he purred as he began to slowly stroke him.