Dante's body burned when Lyle touched him and his skin prickled slightly at the cold air. He wanted Lyle to touch him everywhere to make him feel his warmth. He pressed his chest against Lyle's and wrapped his arms around his neck. Feeling his skin against his own was such a turn on he began to moan again. He couldn't help himself when he ran his hands back into his hair. It just felt to good to touch it as the curls entwined around around his slender fingers.