It's a plan Jude isn't privvy to, and might not entirely agree with besides. The kissing is good, somehow even better in the wake of everything--he's been reduced to his most basic parts, in a way. Skin, tongue, lips a little numb from the prolongued attention. Sleep is certainly on the horizon, after the fullest meal he's had since arriving and sliding along the fuzzy warmth of coming in someone else's hand; but it isn't so close that he succumbs under Bodhi's mouth.

Lifting his chin, he nudges them face to face, head turned slightly against the back of the couch. The hand not petting idly at his hip smooths over Bodhi's hair, pushing it away from his face.

"What about you?"