Dante couldn't control his voice as Lyle continued to move his body against him. His chest rose and felt with each heavy breath as Lyle moved lower and lower down his body, and though Dante had an idea of what he was doing he was still not prepared for it. He gasped and moaned lewdly as Lyle touched him and licked him. Any sense of reason he had left was beginning to leave him. All that he could think of now was Lyle and the pleasure he was giving him.  He could feel his member pulsing in Lyle's mouth as he grabbed a fist full of his curly hair.