Nico exhaled a breath when he realized that Lyle wasn't angry or anything but the alternative wasn't all that pleasing either. He didn't want to make him feel bad. He only wanted to see him feel good, better, than what he had felt when they'd first met.
As Ingrid shifted further to the side to allow Lyle to climb in between her and Nico and pull the blanket up over them both, Nico turned to face the other man. He reached a hand up to tilt Lyle's face up so that his gaze would meet his own and then shook his head. "Don't," he said simply, allowing that word to hang in the air for a moment.
Once he was sure that his point had made it across, Nico slipped an arm around Lyle's waist and pulled him, hard cock and all, against him. He buried his face against the crook of his neck, breath warm against his skin as he held him. And then he reached beyond him to grasp Ingrid's arm and urge her to move closer to because he thought that Lyle would appreciate that.