Psyche can't help but giggle at the sudden kiss. It was surprising in itself but also how chaste. Before that moment, Psyche wasn't sure if Delic could even kiss without using tongue. But it's sweet and quick and over too soon. He slips his own hand out of Izaya's mouth and trails it up one of Delic's moist fingers. After carefully consideration, he claps his hands together excitedly and purrs, "I think so too!"

Izaya's reflexively straining doesn't go unnoticed either. Psyche momentarily dips toward Izaya, lips hovering just above Izaya's. If there's a perk about suppressing Izaya's eyesight, it's toying with him like this. "Jealous?"

While he's speaking, he stands up his fingers on the tips and walks them over Izaya's waist. He undoes the button of Izaya's pants, tilting his head toward Delic and nodding.