The closer they got, the more possessive his endearments would get. Joseph showered those he adored with verbal affection as much as physical affection. He wanted Rhys to see himself as he did. See his own beauty and sweetness. Understand what a unique and precious soul he was, especially in the world of the Kindred.
The shallow bite was almost better than words. Rendering his lovers speechless with pleasure was rather one of Joseph's favorite things. But he really wasn't in a good position to bite anywhere really pleasurable.
As much as he didn't want to stop his pleasurable torment, it was at least for a good cause. Joseph unwrapped his arm from Rhys' shoulder, slowly releasing his cock. He rolled his hips into Rhys' so the boy could feel his own arousal through the thin trousers Joseph was still wearing. Then he gently turned him around so they were facing each other.
A gentle shove intended to knock the younger Kindred onto the bed followed. "Hmm, the question now is where," Joseph mused with a wicked grin as he knelt down by the edge of the bed. He trailed his fingers along the inside of Rhys' thigh as he reached for one of his hands with other.
Bringing the hand to his lips, Joseph lapped at the wrist. "Here?" he teased mercilessly as his wandering hand stopped just short of Rhys' groin.