Rhys could only whine as overstimulation became a thing, but he wouldn’t have traded it for anything. Later, when he calmed down, he was going to have to think about his new found addiction of being spilled inside of. The feeling of being stuffed was only a little below being bitten like before. Again he felt like jelly, but this time he was covered with bruises and bites.
Weakly, when Joseph stopped moving, the fledgling raised his arms, clear in what he wanted. He was pretty sure if he was laid on, or pulled out of, or anything really, he was going to shiver and shudder all over again. Not that was even an issue.