Joseph did his best to watch Rhys while he spilled, considering the boy hadn't pulled off. Watching him lick his fingers off afterwards was just pure torture. Ironically, it was Joseph who often pointed out all of this was instinctual and it was only society's inhibitions getting away. This was one of the most pleasant ways to be proven right.
Joseph grabbed Rhy and quickly pinned him to the bed as he'd promised. The kiss he gave him was as much fang as tongue. As if he needed to taste better. "You are amazing, love," he murmured against his lips. "If you keep this up, I'm never letting you out of my bed, let alone my life."