Joseph moaned as Rhys caught his lower lip. He was an extremely quick study. The observation got a chuckle. "So you do," he agreed. "I suppose I should do something about that. Then I can show you my favorite spot to feed." He gave Rhys a wicked grin and a soft nip on his lips before he moved to finish undressing the younger Kindred.
Since his trousers were already open and the interesting bits uncovered, it was just a matter of pulling them off. Joseph decided there was no reason to draw the process out. Once his long legs were free, he did indulge in a moment of shamelessly admiring Rhys body. He was indeed an unliving piece of art, with his long limbs and slight frame.
Looking wasn't nearly enough though. Would he be a sculptor or painter and able immortalize him in clay or canvas. Unfortunately, he shared none of the artistic talents of his retinue. He could only admire beauty. But he did so with a passion, because beauty was his passion.
Stroking in hands down Rhy's sides, he dragged his nails over the skin, then to his hips. "If I had breath, just gazing upon you would have stolen it," he murmured as he slowly slid up the bed to kiss Rhys again.