Bodhi watches him quietly for a long moment, focused more on that than the potentially overwhelming physical. He's mostly nervous in the regular ways a person would be nervous right now, or at least a very insecure person, but no reason to tempt fate. Eyes on Jude, attention on Jude as much as he could manage, his tea-eyed boy in all his gentleness.

He can't keep it that abstract forever. Not with Jude nuzzles against his belly--his intake of breath is sharp and faintly voiced, high pitched and shaky. He brushes Jude's hair through his fingers aimlessly, biting his lip to keep some of the sound in. He hasn't paid much attention to his own faint arousal until now, but finally it's more than a vague idea that he should be feeling something.