The harder movements and that tighter grip on his curls had him crying out into their kiss and breaking it. Of course, it wasn't too long after that that he was thrown over that edge he had been trying so hard to keep himself on top of, his hips thrusting up hard. It was as if Joseph knew exactly what to do to get him right over when he was concentrating on doing the opposite. What mix of pain and pleasure, what sensations would work best just for him.
Though his hips stuttered, he tried to continue with his hand at the same motion, his lips going back to his lover's. It was right then that he wanted to bite him the most and he knew he couldn't. But he really wanted that sensation for them both. How he was even able to keep that in mind was a mystery to him, but he'd thank it later. That and Joseph's own efforts. Even though they couldn't bond, he didn't know that. Not yet.