Bodhi was clearly pretty happy with the situation all along, but in this moment he brightens a little, a spike in energy if nothing else. He taught himself so carefully to watch for reactions like that, signs that he's getting this right, that he isn't broken or doomed by his own weirdness. He can make these things work right. Jude asking him to keep doing something is wonderfully reassuring, just like every increasingly obvious sign of arousal, but as always it's the voice that gets him, the low, surprised oh especially that lets him really believe he's getting this right.

And a bit more confident that he's not pushing where he shouldn't. He's put himself in a position where he has to make all the first moves, and that turns out to be really nice, but it's still good to know. He holds Jude's eyes with his own, just as uncharacteristically steady. He drags his tongue more deliberately across Jude's palm, heavy and a little greedy, determined to keep getting those delicious noises out of him. It's the impulse of the moment to slip the tip of Jude's tongue between his lips.

In the same moment, he finally gives up trying to support his own weight and maintain a little distance, leaning heavily and only sort of crookedly against Jude's chest. He's still sort of left his knees behind, but Bodhi always has to be clumsy somehow.