He makes a hoarse noise against Nate's lips, trying to somehow grind against both hands at the same time. It takes a few moments before he can actually answer Nate's question.

"A little... A little more slender than you. About, more like three fingers. Three of your fingers." A beat, a breath. "I'll practice anything with you. Anything you'd like." And that's another thing he appreciates - trusting Nate enough that he can make that offer, give himself over entirely. They have the time, and the freedom, and the everything.