Rhys couldn’t help but shiver at the sound from Joseph at his bite, digging his teeth a little deeper than he had meant to because of it. Instead of full swallows like with the humans he had been drinking from, the younger kindred took smaller drinks, trying to draw it out a little without being completely conscious of it. If it hadn’t been for that hand snaking down his chest and stomach, he might have sipped for quite awhile, just holding his fangs there.
The hand around his cock, however, brought a needy moan from him, his fangs pulling back from the older man’s throat in surprise. The tightening sensation in his stomach was so strong it was a little painful but that wasn’t at all what it was shown. “P-Please…” A soft plea to Joseph’s ear. Doing that himself had been pleasurable, yes, but the difference between his own hand and somebody else’s was night and day. Hands that had been slid around the other man’s back slid around to his chest, fingers curling in the material of his shirt.