Jude takes the kiss with a bit of a blink, somewhere between fuzzy and blank. He's always a little blank, externally, when he stops moving. Concerned as he is with the visual, he never thinks to present much on the outside--mood, thought, basic presence. His most direct and present attention is always for the subject of a drawing, and little else.

His present attention for Bodhi is always a little askance, a little hidden. To see him so attentive himself, to something like a strip of Jude's skin--

Well, the blankness is only a little for internal thought. It's a lot for the ability to relax, secure in the idea that Bodhi does want him. This will go--as far as Bodhi wants it to, and that might be further than Jude let himself imagine. Moving returns Jude to the moment, like he's come back into his body to involve it in the scene. The hand at the back of Bodhi's head goes from combing its fingers to petting, cupping the curve with the hair smoothed beneath it, and he leans part of the way with his head tilted to accommodate. Without pulling Bodhi in, without speaking, he asks for another kiss.