Joseph's eye drifted closed as Rhys' fingers played across his skin. A shiver followed the path of the younger Kindred's hand as his fingers stopped just above Joseph's waist band. Clearly he should have removed his trousers as well. He was trying very hard to allow Rhys to explore without interruption.
When he'd been alive, his pale complex and wavy hair had been the vogue. But being a soft looking childe in Clan Brujah had been a tough thing. He'd had to crack more than his fair share of skulls when he encountered others of his clan. Because just because he was cheerful, small, and soft looking didn't mean he was. Not anymore, at least.
Rhys seemed well pleased by it. Joseph chuckled again. "My turn," he insisted, reaching for the buttons of the other Kindred's shirt. The freckles delighted him. Now he wanted to trace his tongue over every one. Could he be more unfairly charming? Pushing the shirt off Rhys' shoulders, Joseph pulled him closer for another kiss.
"You are the most gorgeous man," he murmured. "How in the world did you slip through everyone's fingers so far? It's criminal."