Psyche whines a bit when Izaya pulls away and plants a chain of kisses along the informant's jaw a reminder of what he just abandoned. While Izaya's attention is elsewhere, he attempts to reign in focus again with a drive inside Izaya. Psyche didn't expect Izaya to be as tight or cheek flustering hot, warranting one deep heave that starts in the pit of his stomach and crawls languidly out of his mouth. He's nearly breathless after that first plunge and slowly eases himself deeper and deeper with shallow, staccato breaths.