[Sänger lets out a soft, but audible croon as Angeal caresses him, and nods in answer without missing a beat.]

Yeah. Except... after four fingers, you slide your thumb flat at your palm... and press slowly, slowly deeper.

[Just saying as much aloud stimulates himself more, the scent of arousal clinging to him, as usual.]

And, gently, work to get me to take it, bit by bit. You can even slowly try to spread your fingers a little. With as big as your hand is, I wouldn't be surprised if you see exactly how you bulge my stomach in the process.

[Because, frankly, Sänger finds that, at the very least, almost as appealing as Angeal does.]