Another little laugh left the younger kindred at that, but not something shaking like the first one was, a happy noise. Maybe if he wasn't so young, so just him, he would have dealt with everything a little bit better, but just having him like this was making the fledgling a little bit giddy. He'd started this journey to the tub feeling like he was going to have some sort of emotional break, maybe cry or scream, but here he was, laughing. It seemed a little much but he wasn't about to think about that.
Rhys wanted to celebrate making it through and still having his lover with him.
There was an almost painful feeling tightening in his stomach when those fingers found him already excited between them. He was left feeling a little bit dizzy by the time Joseph kissed him again, a whimpering and drawn out moan sounding in his throat. Both hands were settled on his lover's hips now, using him to hold on a little bit. If he hadn't used that, he would have tried to buck up into Joseph's hold in just a few moments. Barely a few strokes.
He wanted to taste blood in their kiss, but knew that if he did and nothing happened, the secret would be blown. It was too close together but he wanted it. How had he gotten so addicted to something like that? Other than the fact he lived on blood, of course. But not kindred blood.