Izaya feels the bite perfectly fine, so much so that he pulls back and tears his mouth away from Psyche's. It wasn't the most painful, but he could tell from its power alone that Delic had left his mark for a long time coming.

"I didn't forget," he strains, reaching forward and following the suit of the blond's stroking hand. He licks his lips as his thumb ghosts over the tip of the other's shaft, trying to coax out what he knew was welling up expectantly inside it. "You're just not quick enough, it seems."