An identical grin appears on Delic's face and without further ado he works on hoisting Izaya up and turning him into his hands and knees. He's thankful he at least had the good sense not to get dressed before Izaya and Psyche had walked through the door, so there wasn't the discomfort of too-tight trousers, or a stuffy vest on his already perspiring skin.

"Can you open your mouth for me, handsome?" Even if Izaya doesn't, Delic's fingers are already there stroking his jawline, coaxing him to part his lips wide for his insistent erection.