Joseph was unconcern about messes or anything except kissing Rhys as they shuddered together. The lack of contact in the position had never bothered him before, but he was already spoiled by Rhys' clinginess and emotional neediness. It spoke to a part of him he'd buried in self-preservation after Jean-France's death. Which was apparently not as suppressed as he'd thought it was.
Wrapping his arm around Rhys, he pulled the younger Kindred down so their bodies were pressed together as the kiss continued. Joseph loved the feel of Rhys' mouth, the scars giving it interesting ridges for his tongue to explore. When he finally broke the kiss, he had absolutely no inclination to move one bit. "You are amazing," he said with a smile, the hand that had been holding his hair to brush it away from Rhys' face.