Jude relaxes for the hands in his hair; that as much as getting hard signals Bodhi's engagement, and--it's just nice. He likes this--the proximity, the heavy smell, the sharp but quiet sounds. All of his attraction and devotion narrowed into this, kissing his way down Bodhi's stomach as his hands sort the shape and fact of his cock out of his pants.

He doesn't know if he should squeeze, once he has the shaft in his grasp, so he just holds it. Better to stick to what he's said, what Bodhi's agreed to. Next time--

Well, first: prove it's worth a next time. He needs his hand for now, though he feels Bodhi stir when he brushes the length along his throat, under his chin. If he can get him hard enough, he can make good on his word: just his mouth, no squeezing, no grabbing. Nothing to trap Bodhi but a body he can easily push off. For now, he holds Bodhi's cock up along the straight press of his thumb under the shaft, to give him a chance of seeing Jude test the head with his tongue.