Psyche can barely handle this tidal rush of pleasure spraying every inch of his body. Izaya clenched beneath him, Delic's lips stapling onto him, he barely holds only onto that last shred of thought reminding him not to cream so suddenly like an overly eager virgin. As far as he was concerned, Izaya and Delic's banter was just between the two of them and he wasn't paying attention much to their words when he could pay attention to the way Izaya's body dragged against his cock every time he pulled back.

He shuts his eyes just so the roll of his eyes back into his head isn't as obvious. Words? He momentarily forgets what those even are as he barrels deeper. If not for reveling every breathless gasps, he might not have given the address to him any recognition whatsoever. "Isn't this game too much fun to end?"