Hands landed on Joseph's shoulders and upper arms, pressing his weight down a bit to give the illusion of pinning him down as he drank. It wasn't much of a meal, more little swallows, but it kept that taste on his tongue. Of course, if the older man wanted to, he could knock Rhys off without much of an effort but he was discovering a strength he wasn't all that aware of. Normally, if he wasn't kindred, he wouldn't be much of a force. He was thin and a bit delicate in looks.
That buck of his hips, though? The baby Tremere whined and spread his thighs further apart, making the angle different if he did it again. He was taking what he wanted and he wasn't thinking about it too much as he did.
Back arching under that feeling, not unlike a cat, Rhys finally broke away from the bite, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before pulling away altogether. He didn't go far, just enough to turn his head to kiss along Joseph's jaw again, his hips settling completely against the man under him. "You taste so good..." Once again, his voice was a little rougher than it had been before, a sound that caught at his attention, but didn't break him out of it.