A shiver ran through his entire body at that one noise, and for a moment, Rhys hesitated, not looking away as that tongue closed his wounds. That view could have out pause to almost anyone, he was completely sure of that. It was an art form all in itself, what he did. But it wasn't the time to pause right now.
Instead, Rhys gathered everything in him and sat up more, letting go of Joseph's hair at the same time. He hadn't lost his want to sink his teeth, but there was a certain set up he wanted first. Fingers curling into the front of his lover's shirt, the baby Tremere pulled him closer by that material. It seemed to take so long to do just that but it only took seconds before Rhys was almost leaning into him. "Please lay down with me?" A fleeting part, somewhere, wondered if he could rip a shirt the same way Joseph had earlier.