Kindred were not gentle creatures, even those who were still in possession of most of their humanity. Especially after the last two nights. Joseph was glad Rhys had been close that first night, when he was still healing and they were both feeling vulnerable and unsettled.
There was an urgency to his lover's reaction to the kiss. Joseph hadn't intended such a near miss and while he wasn't as rattled by it as Rhys was, he could understand why he was so upset. That was why he planned to make it up to him as much as possible.
"I missed you," he agreed. It wasn't as if either of them had gone anyway. But Rhys was his refuge and Joseph was his lover's champion. Having to share that with others during a crisis had been necessary but caused a distance between them while they pushed themselves to save who they could. It shouldn't be a surprise they were clinging to each other.
Reaching between their bodies, Joseph's fingers searched out his lover's cock, stroking it as he leaned in for another kiss. Unfortunately, it was just too soon to feed on each other. So he'd have to think of other ways to make Rhys forget all his worries for awhile.