Bodhi just watches Jude melt for a bit. Still learning each other like this, he doesn't get a hint of what Jude wants in particular, just drinks in the view. He's loath to disrupt anything his eyes catch on, from bright hooded eyes to the tantalizing expanse of skin revealed where he's pulled up the hem on Jude's shirt. He doesn't want to give up those sweet points of contact, either. He would be perfectly happy if Jude's hands stayed right where they are, a warm, solid connection, but he's going to have to do a little maneuvering here.

The idea of undressing someone is always appealing, but some of the logistical bits are just a bit annoying. He kisses Jude quick and messy and leans back a little to pull his shirt off entirely. There's more annoying squirming so no one gets knocked over (alright, so Bodhi doesn't get knocked over, as he's both the klutz and the one awkwardly kneeling rather than sinking into the couch), but the payoff is worth it.

He won't mind if Jude does eventually return the favor, but he's glad this was first. It's not like it's a surprise how good Jude looks shirtless, but there's just a bit of vulnerability there. Not rational, still delicious. He forgets to put Jude's hands back at first, taking a moment to just stare.