"But Iza-chan," Psyche whispers into his ear while licking along the cove and resting warm hands on Izaya's wrists, "I am helping."

A part of him actually believes it, feeling the warm pulse beat frantically beneath his fingertips. Izaya was too proud to admit that he needed this kind of touch sometimes and as far as lays, you didn't get much better than Delic -- or so it was rumored. He'd been slightly interested in how his technique fared compared to Tsguaru and as for Izaya, there was nothing Psyche ever felt shameful doing in front of his predecessor.

With a quick lick over his lips, he casts a quick glance to Delic and shifts to allow access to half of Izaya's body. He's not sure what the host has in mind but he's ready to comply.