Next Evening
The night had been anything but brief or over so soon and if Rhys weren’t kindred, he wouldn’t have been able to move. Along with the bruises, the bites and scratches. He’d given some himself, biting in places that wasn’t just Joseph’s throat. He couldn’t quite imagine any of that happening with anyone other than the man we woke up next to now, coming alive with a quiet inhalation through his nose. He was still confused where it came to the way he felt, but last night had made it much easier.
As he stirred, a hand came up to search for the hair that belonged to said man, finding him still laying against his chest, using him as a pillow. For the first time in a very long time, Rhys felt comfortable in his situation upon waking up. The nerves and anxieties could come later, but for now, he was still in a bit of a daze.