He had almost no real idea what he was doing but if he went by Joseph’s reactions, maybe he could be okay. The feeling of fingers tangling into his hair, along with the rest, caused the younger vampire to groan a little, closing his eyes for just a moment. He was encouraging him, he knew that. In that case, with that Brujah blood rolling through him, Rhys knew what he wanted to do.
There was a quick scratch of fangs along the place he’d just a kiss on before he pulled back. His stomach was in knots but he could do it, he could. There was only a moment of hesitation before he flitted his eyes up, looking at the older man through his lashes before sticking out his tongue and licking up the front of Joseph’s cock with the flat of his tongue. It was a slow drag and the entire time, he was encouraging himself. It was getting lesser though, as though the longer he did this, the less he needed it.
When he got to the head, he let the tip of his tongue curl up into a point and go right off the edge. How he’d managed to look into those blue eyes the whole time he wasn’t exactly sure but he did, especially as he decided to suck it into his mouth, being extra cautious of his fangs. But.. how did one do this with fangs without something getting cut? He could keep his lips in the way, even if he scratched them. His hands went to officially rest on the Brujah’s hips, just to have something to do with them.