It's hard to tear his eyes away from Psyche, especially when he's glimpsing a side of the pink-clad brunet he very rarely sees. Like this, Psyche could easily command all of the attention if he so wanted to, if only because this sudden shift in personality was so very different from the norm. He would be lying if he said he wasn't content to just lay back and watch Psyche and Izaya go at it, but then where was the fun in all that?

Besides, he mused as he worked a particularly tough knot with his fingers, getting Izaya to relax was probably a team effort. Shizuo was only able to accomplish such a thing because, hell, he was practically a team himself. There were no doubts as to the blond's stamina, and, if anything, Delic took such a thing as a challenge rather than a blow to his pride.

"Lube," he mouths to Psyche, and gestures to the nightstand. One of his hands departs from the task of massaging Izaya's shoulders to circle around to cup his cheek, thumb tracing the corners of his lips almost affectionately... before he pries the brunet's mouth open and shoves his fingers inside.

"As much as I know Shizuo loves to call you 'flea'," he rubbed his fingers purposely up and down the brunet's slick muscle, wetting them thoroughly. "I'm gonna have to ask you to just be 'Izaya' for today and not bite. Mmkay?"