Clothes were infinitely replaceable. This was all about his lover building self-confidence and self-agency. Joseph was seeing the potential Henry saw in Rhys more and more with each encounter. A little encouragement and the boy took off on his own. He might second guess himself later, but that was easily dealt with.
Joseph growled into the kiss, low and pleased when Rhys tore open his shirt to where it was tucked into his trousers. He was more than ready for some proper rough play and was glad they seemed to be on the same wavelength.
He laid back where Rhys guided him, eyes hungry and sharp as he watched the the younger Kindred falter. But it didn't last and Rhys laid himself next to Joseph on the bed, cupping his face with less tenderness than earlier.
The kisses on his throat were a lovely contrast to the fierce bite that followed. Joseph's hips bucked of their own accord and he let out another low growl. He had to shove his own Beast down hard, but it was worth the effort.
Joseph was infinitely sexually flexible, enjoying both the dominant and submissive roles equally. While he was a man of great power in nearly every aspect of his life, it was thrilling to have someone stare down his Beast and take the superior position. Rhys was probably not quite ready for that level of domineering, but the fact he was testing the water so soon was an excellent sign.
He writhed against the mattress as Rhys' fangs stirred his lust. Rough sex was his very favorite way to burn off the stress of a rough day. Especially being on the receiving end. Wrapping his arms around the younger Kindred, Joseph raked the nails across Rhys' back to rile him further.