Maybe he should think about why the feeling of someone else cutting into his lips and mouth was such an exciting thing, at some point. Obviously not now. Now, he was moaning into their kiss, curling his fingers a little bit tighter, trying to pull him down a bit more. Joseph wasn’t the one trembling with want, especially as their kiss broke and there were smaller ones peppering his jaw down to his throat.
There was a hope that there would be another bite before he had a second to think about asking for it, there were fangs in his throat, a harder bite, rougher like he’d asked to try. The moment the feeling kicked in, Rhys’ body arched up into Joseph’s, the hand that had been cupping his face curling against the back of his head, as if to hold him there. His eyes once again fluttered closed but this time, there was a rough, guttural moan coming from the fledgling, the nails in his back sliding down a bit, leaving scratches against pale skin.