There had been the sound of clothing moving around but when Rhys turned back around, he could only make a noise of appreciation at the fact that all of the clothes were now gone. His fingers even tightened around the little bottle in his hand before stopped short of squishing it too hard. Would he ever get used to it? He really hoped so, at least in part.
There were ways to do this, sure, but there was another thing he wanted to try. Making sure his focus was on the bottle, Rhys poured some if the lube into his hand, rolling it around a little to coat his fingers. Hopefully, that would be enough.
Positioning himself lower on Joseph's legs he gently took his cock in his hand, giving a test stroke before squeezing at the end and closing his fingers. Even with his interest level in it, Rhys had had things happen where he had to take care of it before. He knew what felt good on him, sure, but it was just like with everything else, he needed to pay attention to the reactions. The test strokes became more substantial but just watching himself do it was doing things to him, too.