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“That is a pretty cock,” Danny observes unabashedly while Jackson keeps his hands away to allow an uninterrupted view. “Say that to all the guys?” Jackson teases with a grin. “Not all,” Danny corrects, sparing Jackson’s eyes a quick rebuking glance. Jackson lifts his hands in defence for a second and then gestures to his cock, clearly asking for permission. Danny softly shakes his head which prompts Jackson to arch an eyebrow in question. “You should get more comfortable first.” Jackson chuckles but divests as requested for apparently his own comfort instead of for Danny’s viewing pleasure. Well, Danny’s response turns out to be beneficial to Jackson, so he’s not gonna complain.“You have a glorious body.” His voice is kinda low like Danny didn’t mean for it to come out of his mouth. Jackson’s usual ‘I know’ as a reply to anything about how great he is, is on the tip of his tongue but he manages to contain himself given that Danny is being genuinely complimentary. “Thank you,” Jackson softly replies instead. Danny abruptly looks up, face flushing at the intimacy and vulnerability caused by their joint words, and quickly leads them onto other things. “Go on,” he urges with a head nod to Jackson’s straining cock. Of course Jackson complies, eagerly. And when he’s finally stroking himself, nice and lazy, Danny makes a very small sound that sounds like pleasure. Danny shakes his head and shrugs a shoulder. “Well, I just can’t not say it,” he admits. “You look beautiful pleasuring yourself, Jackson.” “Feels good.” Even if he doesn’t make it completely clear to Danny, he’s talking about both the sensation he’s giving himself, and the effect that Danny’s words have on him. “I bet it does,” Danny rumbles, eyes perusing Jackson’s body, from his open expression to his exposed chest, and also down lower where Jackson speeds up his movements. When Jackson moans in pleasure a bit later on, Danny encourages him to lean into the sensation. “You’re stunning, fuck, sculpted like a God,” Danny lays it on thick, but he’s transfixed admiring Jackson rubbing his pecs and defined abs all the way down to his V. It’s all going a bit too fast to Jackson’s head and cock, not that he didn’t know that he enjoys compliments, he just didn’t think that his best friend would be so open to giving them to him. “I’m gonna-” Jackson warns. “Yes, please,” Danny requests with a moan, “I know that you will look magnificent coating yourself in your come.” Perfect he saves for last, after Jackson has already wrung his cock and is heaving gasps of air into his lungs, stomach covered in his seed, and expression looking utterly blissed and content. Jackson groans in reply and lazily moves his head to look at Danny, he’s smiling unashamedly and holding nothing back. “You think your best friend is perfect,” he teases with an easy attitude. “My best friend adores compliments,” Danny excuses just as easily. “And you were non too happy to give in to his whims,” Jackson replies with a hint of boasting but mostly just thankfulness. So Danny admits, “It was easy.” Jackson blinks once and stares openly in curiosity at Danny, “Oh yeah?” “It’s easy when it’s the truth,” Danny answers honestly. Jackson nods in what seems to be acceptance, but a moment later turns into daring, “And what’s the whole truth?” Danny arches an eyebrow, “You want to turn this nice and easy mood into something else?” “You still have pent up energy in you,” Jackson utters with a shoulder shrug and a blatant look at Danny’s tented crotch. “I can take care of it later,” Danny suggests. “I would like you to take care of it now,” Jackson replies in request, “If you want to, of course.” “You dummy,” Danny fondly replies. “Me?” Jackson defensively asks although he’s clearly not very bothered, “I just wanked for you. We both know I love myself, and yes, I clearly have a thing for all the compliments, but dude, I wouldn’t have done this with you if I didn’t want more.” “Huh,” Danny utters curiously and triumphantly. “When you put it like that.”