Looks were infinitely deceiving when it came to Kindred. Joseph wasn't quite as thin as Rhys, but he stood a mere five foot, seven inches. Nothing about his appearance belied the power he could easily bring to bear.
But he had absolutely no reason to wish to dislodge his lover from his position, especially as Rhys drank his blood. The way his legs parted when Joseph rolled his hips up only aroused him more.
The way Rhy laid on him was delicious torture. Joseph's hands wandered lower, cupping the younger Kindred's bum and holding him close so they were grinding together. "So do you," he murmured in response. "My blood isn't all you desire though, is it love?"
Joseph's hips bucked up again for emphasis. The trousers he was wearing were thin but they were an obnoxious barrier right now. But doing anything about it would dislodge Rhys and that was the last thing he wanted. Instead he squeezed the Tremere's ass as he ground up against him.