As Lyle pulled him down, Dante was practically lying on top of him. He was breathing heavily and moaning into the kiss as it continued. Lyle seemed to refuse to break away.  The skin where Lyle touched him seemed to prickle and burn, wanting to be touched again.  Dante moved his hands out of Lyle's hair and started to unbutton the front of his shirt.  Lyle had gotten to see what he looked like shirtless, but Dante hadn't so he thought it was about time he did. Once the shirt was undone, he started moved his hands slowly up his abdomen to his chest. He wanted to feel every part of him.