Even though the hand on him is pleasurable, it's not nearly enough, and the groan that escapes him against Psyche's lips is one of frustration. Pulling back enough to be able to strip pry Izaya's hand off of him, he gripped the informant's forearms and urged him gently back.

"Hey, Psyche, let up a minute..." He delivered one last nip to the man's bottom lip before pulling away completely to focus more fully on the task at hand. "Let's turn him over."