Reach out and take him in your hand first

You don’t wait.

Your hand closes around him first — hot, thick, heavy in your palm. He jerks a little at the sudden contact, a sharp breath punching out of him, but he doesn’t pull away. You feel the exact weight of him, the heat, the way his cock twitches once against your fingers like it wasn’t ready to be claimed yet.

You don’t leave yourself out of it.

Your other hand wraps around your own cock and you bring them together, side by side, both shafts trapped in your fists. The heat of him presses against the heat of you. Skin on skin, slick already, the two of you sliding against each other with every stroke.

{if reader:cock_desc = "on the smaller side"}

Your smaller cock looks even more obvious lined up next to his. The difference is right there under your hands — his thicker and longer, yours shorter and still leaking hard against him. The contrast sends a hot, tangled rush through your gut. You keep stroking anyway, forcing them to move together.

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "average but thick"}

Your thick cock presses along the side of his. You’re shorter overall, but the girth is solid and the friction is filthy. Every time you stroke, the two shafts rub and catch. The size gap is still visible, but right now it just makes the heat sharper.

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "big and heavy"}

The two of you are almost matched. Heavy, thick, lined up in your fists. His has a bit more girth in the middle; yours carries its weight along the length. Every stroke makes them slide and press, equal and competing at the same time.

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "seriously hung"}

Your bigger cock dwarfs his when they’re pressed together. Longer, heavier, the difference unmistakable under your hands. You make sure he feels it — the way your shaft rubs past his head, the extra weight, the way you can cover more of both of you at once.

{endif}

You stroke them together, slow and firm, fists stacked, thumbs smearing precome from both tips until everything is slick and filthy. His hips jerk. A rough sound catches in his throat.

“Fuck—”

{if game:confidence >= 75}

“Yeah,” you mutter, voice low and rough. “Feel that. Both of us in my hands. You’re already dripping all over me.”

You tighten your grip and drag the two cocks against each other harder.

“You like being lined up next to me like this? Or you just too hard to stop it?”

{elseif game:confidence >= 45}

“Quiet,” you say, not soft. You keep the rhythm steady, deliberate, forcing both shafts to move as one.

“You wanted to compare. Now you get to feel exactly how we measure while I jerk us off together.”

{else}

Your voice comes out lower than you expected.

“You’re leaking on me already.” You stroke them together again, slower. “I’ve got both of us. Just feel it.”

{endif}

He curses under his breath, one hand coming up to grip your forearm — not stopping you, just holding on. Both cocks are fully hard, pressed tight, slick and sliding with every pull. You can feel every pulse in him and every throb in yourself at the same time.

You step in closer so your bodies are almost flush. The wet sound of your fists working both of you fills the small space between your breathing.

{if reader:cock_desc = "on the smaller side"}

“Look at that,” he manages, eyes locked on where your smaller cock is pressed against his. “Still hard. Little cock rubbing all over mine while you jerk us.”

There’s heat in the words, raw and thick.

“You get off on feeling how much bigger I am?”

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "average but thick"}

“Shit,” he breathes. “Thick little cock sliding against me like that.”

His hips push forward into your fists.

“Don’t stop. Keep them together.”

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "big and heavy"}

“You’re the same fucking size and you’re still the one making us both take it,” he grits out. There’s a challenge under the arousal.

“Keep going. Show me what that means when we’re lined up like this.”

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "seriously hung"}

His eyes keep flicking down to where your bigger cock is dominating the space between your fists.

“Jesus, that thing is heavy.” His voice is rough. “You’re just gonna stroke us together with that fat cock rubbing all over mine like you already own it?”

{endif}

You answer by tightening both fists and giving them a long, filthy drag, forcing the two shafts to grind hard against each other. Precome spills over your knuckles from both of you. His breath breaks into short, punched-out sounds.

You keep the rhythm going — steady, deliberate, a little mean with how controlled it is. His grip on your arm tightens. His hips start moving with your hands instead of against them.

{if game:confidence >= 75}

You lean in close, mouth near his ear, still stroking both of you without missing a beat.

“You’re fucking leaking all over my cock,” you murmur. “Keep making those noises and I’m going to think you like being handled.”

{elseif game:confidence >= 45}

You don’t ease up. Your voice stays low, close to his mouth.

“That’s it. Take it like this. Both of us at the same time.”

{else}

You keep your eyes on where the two cocks are sliding together in your fists, breathing harder.

“Just like that,” you mutter, almost to yourself. “Don’t stop moving.”

{endif}

His forehead drops against yours for a second. Both of you are slick, throbbing, locked in the same wet rhythm. The comparison isn’t theoretical anymore — it’s happening under your hands, stroke after stroke, with no space left between the two of you.

The air feels thicker. The next shift is going to decide how much further this goes while you still have him like this.