The moan had him shivering a little but the nerves, however, were back with that statement. Rhys knew where he meant and a larger part of him wanted to know exactly what fangs in his inner thigh would feel like. Maybe later, he could make a plea for it. He wasn’t sure if he could get bored with reactions to things he did, or things that were done to him, but he really hoped not. He hoped that kind of grin never got old.
When it came to his pants, he helped, pushing them further down his hips and thighs so they slid right off, after that. Of course, he should have thought about how he looked after that, laying fully exposed to the eye. Those hands had him shivering but the nails made him moan out loud. He would have covered his face if he’d had time, at that line. Honestly, if he had had to deal with this alive, he might not have made it, not for very long, anyway.
The kiss was welcomed happily then, the fledgling letting one hand cup Joseph’s face as it continued to deepen, the other going to clutch at his back, fingers curling against his skin so his nails pressed in a bit. There were so many other things he needed/wanted to learn and he had the feeling that tonight was the night for it. Kissing him was becoming familiar, whether it was gentle or rough.