Put him where he wanted him? For a moment, Rhys flattened his hands against Joseph's chest, steeling himself, before he got to what he wanted. Leaning forward, the younger man pressed his lips into his lover's, stealing a kiss before grabbing both sides of that shirt and popping as many of the buttons as he could with one motion. He could feel bad about it later, he was sure, but right now, there was only a split second of worry before he was trying to shove it off of his shoulders. Would destruction of clothing become a thing between them?
After that? Another pull on him to guide him to sit on the bed with him, but a bit more securely than on the edge of the bed. He was starting to lose a little steam, true, but he had something rolling, reminding him he could have what he wanted. Of course, that something was his beast encouraging him to bite, to claim, and it rose to the surface as Joseph was laid out next to him.
It took only a moment for Rhys to throw one leg over his thighs and lean back down, capturing that face in his hands. It was all too much but he listened to that other voice, peppering kisses down that line of throat before sinking his fangs into soft skin. Finally. Finally, that spice hit his tongue again and he groaned, pressing down just a little more. He didn't know what this all looked like to Joseph, but right then he didn't care.