It would likely end soon, but the night was young and they had plenty of time. Joseph was reveling in Rhys' reactions to his attentions, not to mention impressed by his control. The little growl was thrilling, so was the tugging at his shirt. He would happily oblige with the rest of the undressing, once Rhys had climaxed. Poor boy was so pent up Joseph could taste it in his blood.
He sank his fangs in deeper, and he stroked Rhys' cock harder and faster, urging him faster towards that peak. There was a delightful feeling of power, being able to drive another soul senseless with pleasure. It was one of Joseph's favorite highs, if he was being honest.