It was always the quiet ones. Joseph had come to the conclusion the quiet ones held it all in so much, that once one broke through their inhibitions, there was so much more that flooded out. Loudly.
Joseph wasn't stopping until he fucked Rhys to at least one very loud orgasm. He grunted in approval when the younger man fulfilled his request. It would be better for both of them now. He didn't attempt to draw it out any longer, pounding into him hard and fast. The heat of lubricant might have been unbearable for humans but for Kindred it was as close they could get to the true sensation of being buried inside a warm, sweet, living body. "Come on my beautiful boy," he moaned, between thrusts. "Come for me."