Lyle watched his expression as his finger slid inside and it made him bite his lip. God, Dante was beautiful. He pumped that finger in and out for a moment, taking in every sound Dante made in response. He added a second, kissing at Dante's neck and ear wanting to drive him wild. He searched for his prostate and didn't hesitate to pump and rub against it mercilessly when he did. He wanted to see Dante fall apart in pleasure.