There's a small part of him that thinks "what the hell am I doing", a part that leaves a sour aftertaste in his mouth when he thinks of just what Hibiya's reaction will be when he finds out... but the part of his mind that is in complete agreement with his dick and the action it's about to receive dismisses it with the notion that, hell, him and Hibiya weren't even a thing, and if the little prince had a problem with it the that was his deal.

Somehow, repeating this to himself even as he bends forward and steals a kiss from Psyche made it a little better, hips bucking into Izaya's hand and smearing moisture along his fingertips. He kisses Psyche roughly, teeth nipping sharply at the brunet's lower lip to coax his open mouth open wider while the hand jerking himself smooths over Izaya's chest and circles the pad of his fingers just under his left nipple. He pinches the nub between his thumb and forefinger and grins to himself.

"In this kind of game, stud," the fingers twist before gliding down and mapping out his ribcage. "I think being 'quick' would be a disadvantage."