The entire intent of such words was to fire the imagination. Words could be foreplay as much as physical actions. He doubted Rhys would ever fall so far from grace where such an offer wouldn't titilate him.
Joseph rose, closing the distance between them for another demanding kiss. Pulling away slowly, he nipped Rhys' lip and gave his behind a ringing slap. "Go," he nodded to the bedroom. "Or I'll put you over my shoulder and carry you." Not that he doubted the Rhys would dislike that.
But Joseph already had plans to manhandle him far more than the night before and he didn't want to risk ruining their lovely evening by rousing the boy's own Beast too much.