Dante let his head fall back with a lewd moan as Lyle's mouth began attacking his neck. It was like he could already feel the possessive marks forming there. Dante's hands shook slightly as they moved down from Lyle's hair over his chest  and down to the waist band of his pants. He started removing them slowly, but Lyle was very distracting. Eventually he did get them undone, but he would need Lyle to move to get them off completely.