Psyche leaves the heavy labor to Delic, groaning at how Izaya shifts around him. He could drown in his pleasure now if he wasn't brought back to the here and now by Izaya. His eyes grow wide and not just because of his lower half. For a brief moment, there's a flash of a grin at Delic, just to assure him the thought of stopping never occurred to him at all.

Lithe fingers circle around Izaya's hipbones as his voice returns in the sweet, sing song tune laced with a hint of surprise. "You want to stop? Why? Doesn't it feel good? I~z~a-chan~?" With each syllable of his name, Psyche rams his hips in with doublefold intensity. It's a wonder to him that Izaya wants to stop; of all the traits they shared, he was sure this would be the one they could agree upon without dispute.