Stay still and let him make the first contact

You stay still.

You don’t reach. You don’t move first. You simply stand there, cock hard and exposed, and wait.

He takes the invitation.

His hand closes around you first — firm, unhesitating — and a second later his other hand wraps around himself. He brings the two of you together in one rough motion, pressing your shafts side by side inside his fists. The heat of him seals against the heat of you. Skin on skin, already slick, the two cocks forced to slide against each other with every stroke he sets.

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

Your smaller cock is completely dwarfed the moment he lines you up. His thicker, longer shaft rubs along yours, making the difference impossible to ignore. Every pull of his hands drags that contrast right against your nerve endings. A hot, helpless flush rolls through your stomach.

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

Your thick cock is shorter than his, but the girth holds its own as he forces you together. The friction is filthy and immediate. You feel every ridge of him sliding against you while his fists keep the two of you locked in the same rhythm.

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

He has to work a little to keep both heavy cocks pressed tight. You’re nearly matched, but he’s the one controlling the pace, the pressure, the way the two shafts grind. The small loss of initiative sits sharp under the arousal.

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "seriously hung"}

Even with your bigger cock, he still takes control of both of you. He has to stretch his grip to manage the extra length and weight, but he does it deliberately, making sure you feel him stroking the advantage you have while still being the one who decided the contact.

{endif}

He strokes the two of you together, slow at first, then firmer, thumbs smearing precome from both heads until everything is wet and filthy. Your hips twitch forward without permission. A rough sound catches in your throat.

“Yeah,” he mutters, voice low and rough with satisfaction. “That’s what I thought. You were waiting for me to do it.”

{if game:confidence >= 45}

You try to keep your breathing steady, but the dual sensation makes it difficult.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” you manage.

{else}

Your voice comes out thinner than you wanted.

“Fuck…” is all you get out at first.

{endif}

He huffs a short, heated laugh and tightens his fists, dragging both cocks harder against each other.

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

“Look at that,” he says, voice thick, eyes locked on where your smaller cock is trapped against his. “Little thing is so fucking hard it’s leaking all over me. You like this? Being the small one while I jerk us both and make you feel every inch I have on you?”

He squeezes tighter, forcing your cock to rub along his much bigger shaft.

“Cute little cock. Keep dripping for me.”

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

“Thick little cock,” he mutters, almost admiring and mocking at the same time. “Shorter than mine but still trying so hard. Look how messy you’re getting my fist.”

He drags both shafts together deliberately.

“You like being the smaller one in my hands, don’t you? Don’t pretend you hate it.”

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

“Almost the same size and you’re still just taking it,” he grits out, eyes glued to both heavy cocks moving in his fists. “Fuck, you feel good lined up against me like this. Thick and hard and still letting me run the whole thing.”

His voice drops.

“Keep twitching for me. I want to feel that big cock throb while I stroke us.”

{elseif reader:cock_desc = "seriously hung"}

His eyes stay fixed on where your bigger cock is forced to move under his hands, voice going rough with open hunger.

“Jesus Christ, you’re heavy. Fat and long and still just standing there letting me handle it.”

He strokes slower, almost reverent and filthy at the same time.

“Look at this thing. You’re packing more than me and you’re still giving up the first move. Fuck, that’s hot. Keep letting me worship it while I jerk us both.”

{endif}

You don’t answer with words. Your body does it for you — hips pushing into his fists, cock flexing hard against his, precome spilling over his knuckles from both of you. The wet sound of him working the two shafts fills the narrow space between your breathing.

He steps in closer so your chests almost touch. His forehead nearly drops against yours. Both of you are slick, throbbing, locked in the rhythm he chose.

{if game:confidence >= 45}

“You’re not taking it back, are you?” he murmurs, still stroking. “You’re just going to let me keep both of us like this.”

{else}

“That’s it,” he says, quieter, almost approving. “Just feel it. I’ve got you.”

{endif}

His fists keep moving — steady, deliberate, a little mean with how controlled the pace is. Your own hands stay at your sides or hover uselessly near his wrists, never quite taking over. The comparison is no longer something you’re looking at. It’s happening to you, stroke after stroke, under his control. The air feels thicker. The next shift is going to decide how much further he takes this while he still has both of you in his hands.