Dante stopped moved as Lyle kissed him and started to catch his breath. He was still holding onto him, his grip loosened now and he withdrew his nails. Looking up at Lyle he smiled sweetly, with a lustful glint still in his eyes. It was clear this was far from over. He pulled Lyle close and pressed his forehead to his before speaking in a subtle whisper.<br/><br/>"I need you."