Lyle hissed at the blissful feeling of Dante's nails in him drank in the sound and expresion of Dante as he came violently over himself. The motion of his fingers slowed as he watched him ride it out on his hand. Lyle watcged the whole time and leaned down kissing Dante's eyelid, temple, then cheek as he lay there panting. "You're so damn perfect, Dante.."