Lyle could feel himself beginning to lose control again. That light air feeling of falling down the most glorious rabbit hole. He shivered feeling those hands in his hair once again and nipped at Dante's lip as he began to unbutton his own shirt. He wanted to feel what it was like fore the skin to touch. He let the shirt fell from his shoulders and pulled Dante even closer, feeling the fire of their bodies touching burn him in the best way. He rolled his hips, grinding into the ones above him as he moaned pleasantly into the kiss. He was starting to lose the ability to think properly.