At least he didn't have to contend with Potence. It'd been years before Joseph had learned his own strength well enough he didn't regularly break things by accident. As usual, Rhys was being too hard on himself.
Pleasuring a lover was as satisfying as being pleasured, Joseph firmly believed. He groaned and arched into Rhys' hand as he began to stroke and fondle his cock. Especially when friction started to make the lubricant warm up. That stinging heat added another level of sensation.
The anticipation was starting to rile the Beast again. He was playing the submissive tonight, letting Rhys set the pace and call the shots. Hopefully, he wouldn't desire to play too much longer.