If it had been in a better place, with more of a soft give, Rhys would have bitten down for real, to get a taste of the spice he remembered from earlier last night. Of course, there was the idea that he would be making Joseph feel good as well, along with him.
The arm leaving left Rhys with nothing to hold onto and a disappointed little noise as his hand let go of his cock at almost the same time. It wasn't like, though, he had more than a second to miss it as he was distracted by something more being rolled into him. If it wasn't for him being turned around, he would have pushed back his own hips in reaction. Rhys wanted to wrap his arms around Joseph, wanted to pull him close for a kiss, wanted to taste blood in his mouth, but he was being shoved to the bed, as gentle as a shove could be.
As he bounced, the younger man made a soft noise, something appreciative of the motion. Even if he hadn't liked it, Joseph was already there, filling his space with that grin and that question. "No." Was the short, and stronger, answer for just where, his thigh trembling just slightly under that hand. With his hand in his, the fledgling brought them to his other leg, away from Joseph's other hand. It was almost like he was being demanding.