Dante had a moment to compose himself as Lyle pulled away from his member. His chest was still heaving has he caught his breath, and looked up at Lyle with a desperate gaze that screamed with longing. He wanted him so badly he couldn't stand it and his whole body thrummed with that need. Dante moved his hands from his hair, placing one on his back and another on his shoulder.  In that moment he was relaxed and then he felt Lyle's finger enter him and his expression melted as he moaned.