"First try's never perfect," he murmurs, the inevitable squeeze at Bodhi's hip not a real grip, not a hold, but just calling attention down and to that side. Jude lets go, patting the couch next to him, starting to turn a bit toward one side. He imagines it must be easier, with a little bit of distance. "We can just see how it goes, it's okay."

There's a yawn under his voice, stifled, expressed in a bit of a stretch as he moves. "Just sit, next to me or--" Jude bites his lip, not so fuzzy as to blindly make the offer. "Would it be better if I used my mouth?"