Jude's patience pays off as it always does. Bodhi just kisses for a bit, more at his ease, more daring as moment go on. This is the first moment he's realized it, but it's been years since he had anyone to touch like this. The way he broke in Saw's dungeons contributed, sure, but it was a rough time in his life before that. Jude's fingers, Jude's mouth, it's cool water in a drought, for all he didn't realize he was fading for lack of it. The rush of sensation, now that he can finally feel it, is dizzying, is almost too much, just this side of bearable. He shudders before he even moves in closer, a rattle in his bony frame that feels bone deep, and Jude finally gets a throaty gasp out of him, a sound almost voiced.

He doesn't forget the new rule. Jude's hands are his. Not thinking clearly enough to question how he constructed that thought, he catches the one on his shoulder and covers it with his own, dragging it down slowly to his side. Jude's held him there a few times and he wants the closeness, just... He's careful, just like before, setting the hand too far inward to make him feel held down. As he moves Jude's hand he moves in, undeniably in Jude's lap now if still at an odd angle.

He leaves Jude's mouth like he has to drag himself away, slow and lingering, chasing kisses lazily until he finally nudges Jude's chin and ducks his head in. He could pick up where he left off, but first, he whirls his tongue along the shell of Jude's ear and catches the earlobe between his lips.