Use his teeth? For some reason, that created a flutter in his stomach. Pulling off with a soft pop, Rhys did his best to reposition himself without losing focus or willpower. Pressing his thumbs into Joseph’s hip bones, he got back to it, breaking eye contact for the time being to focus. On the feeling of it on his tongue, the taste, the everything about it. He had no idea what he was doing, not really, but he tried as best as he could, making it a little further down on every few bobs downwards. There was still a part of him, though, that tried to make sure his fangs didn’t do much, but he let them scrape the sides of him in an experimental way, opening his eyes once more to watch for the reaction.
That pause made him realize that he was excited about what he was doing, almost hard all over again.