The feeling of Joseph's tongue playing with the scaring in his mouth was something he would probably never get used to. It was strange but exciting all at the same time and he was glad his lover did it as often as he could. It was something he had been self conscious of for a long time, but he made it seem as if it were nothing but another interesting fact about Rhys'body.
When Joseph pulled himself up, Rhys almost broke the kiss, but there were no words when he lined his cock up and sat all the way down. Oh, the noise the fledgling made as that kiss was broken. Half way between his lover's name and a moan. He had never really expected to be the one penetrating his lover, but he could really see the appeal now.
As he started moving, he couldn't help but try to move with him, following the rolling movement of the others hips. And the nails as well? If he had needed to breathe, he wouldn't have been able to actually catch his breath. "Feels.. so good." His face fell forward and buried in that throat, not to bite, but to have something more stable. Possibly, also, to hide the look on his face as he got a little butter at matching it all. It wasn't perfect but he tried.
After a bit of that, one hand left Joseph's hips and curled around his cock, trying to match the rhythm with his strokes. There was so much bubbled on his tongue, but Rhys was completely focused.