How could he not watch as Joseph took the time to spread all that stuff on himself? He hadn’t been watching the whole time when his hand had been on Rhys’ own cock, he’d been a bit busy at that point in all of this. It made him lick his bottom lip without realizing what he was doing. He could have watched that rhythmic motion for a lot longer than it lasted but he was reaching for him, not too long after it started, doing the same thing to him, as well. At first, there was a small sensation of heat but the longer Joseph’s hand moved on his cock, the hotter it got, making him moan out.
Then he was being pulled down, his legs up and open, more of that burning sensation. There was the notion that he wasn’t going to be quiet whatsoever and that only was proven right as he pushed in, even that small first little thrust. It hurt, but not as much as he would have probably expected, his hands raising to cover his face and sink into his hair as he made noises at every movement, legs tight around the other man’s waist. As if he weren’t going to let him go anytime soon. And he didn’t want to.
By the time the request for him to touch himself came around, he was almost senseless and his hips were bucking up to meet every thrust forward. Or, at least, he was trying. One hand left his hair to curl around himself, making his next thrust up stutter a little bit and him make a louder noise than he had been. It was all too much and he kind of wasn’t sure if he were going to survive the orgasm it would bring him.
“I-I think..” He was close. “Don’t stop.” There was a plea to it, his legs tightening even more as his free hand covered one of the ones Joseph had holding his legs.