Before he could do anything more than kiss Joseph's temple, he was on the other side of the couch, on his back. He didn't even have a chance to say a single thing before he was being kissed again, those fangs scratching up his mouth more than they had the night before. He could only moan softly at it, trying to keep up with kissing him just as fiercely, before his shirt was ripped off of him. Literally, it was in pieces.
"W-wh-" Again, he didn't get the chance for anything before fangs sank into the side of his throat, another sound being taken from him as the power of the kiss rolled through him, even if it was in a smaller dose. There was only a second of thinking about how they couldn't - they had just talked about this - before he was holding onto him, arms around his shoulders. One hand in his hair, the other holding tight to the back of Joseph's shirt. Clinging to him, almost. Everything had happened faster than he had had a moment to blink.
He could think later about how his clothing was laying in ribbons around them.