If one of his sole jobs in life was keeping Joseph distracted, the fledgling really didn't think he would mind. He could multitask... and honestly, the idea of having him in his lap, just like this, while he studied and petted his hair? Sounded like as close to heaven as one could get. Possibly, at some point, he could make it happen. He'd found that as much as he liked having fingers in his own hair, he liked raking his fingers through his lover's hair almost as much.
Oh. That hadn't been an expected direction, but really, it should have been. He was getting used to it, a little bit, just a smidge, but it would take a really long time for him not to feel like he was going to blush. At least he wasn't stuttering harder or trying to hide his face anymore? "P-People would notice us missing?" Somehow, he knew that Joseph wouldn't mind so much, and maybe, just maybe, Rhys wouldn't either. Once he was focused on just his lover, it was hard to get it elsewhere. Not that he made it easy to tear himself away. His self control wasn't the best, with blood or with the man in his lap.
If that hand hadn't been brought down for a different attention, he might have protested it being drug away. When had been the last time either one had bitten the other? He couldn't quite remember, but maybe that was for the best. As much as he craved those fangs in his skin, literally anywhere, he knew that secrets were secrets. But sometimes, that was the hardest thing to remember. "We can always replace them..." Multiple? That's the way it sounded, but that was a bit bold, for him. Even so, they did get carried away often enough. Sometimes, he still found feathers in the bed.