Psyche's lips tug into a grin at Delic's question, all too soon mashed together firmly with Izaya's. He won't complain at that though, instead pushing Izaya down with the force of his mouth. He dips his tongue between Izaya's lips and grinds their tongues together ever so slowly.

There's an encouraging, nearly playful hum of his as he lines himself just above Delic's fingers. Knowing his rear is exposed to Delic, he gives a teasing shake of his pert ass, fully aware of what he's doing. That kiss is enough to make him want to hog Izaya all to himself; Delic should be grateful he's giving him a view.