Bodhi was so caught up in calming himself down over the whole idea he didn't think to steel himself for the actual moment, especially coming all at once as it does, Jude's quick, relentless slide down his length. He was completely unprepared for the intensity of it, for wet heat as much as friction. That was the never he didn't bother to finish among all the broken-off thoughts that he's failed to construct properly tonight. He's been where Jude was once (and not enjoyed it much), but not been on the receiving end, and kriff, it's a lot. The groan it draws from him is sharp and ragged, all his defenses failing at once to let the shuddering noise escape.

He's certainly not half-soft anymore--the speed of his own reaction after so much dragging reluctance does its part to overwhelm him, too. He takes a long few seconds to even try to lack his eyes back on Jude, not that that helps him center himself, either. It's about all he can do not to let his hips move or his hands tighten, and in no time at all he's on the edge, almost too fast to enjoy. "J-jude, I--I'm almost--" He pulls his hand from Jude's hair, expecting him to move away.