Delic groans in confirmation, thrusting against Izaya's tongue almost feverishly. Gone was the previous finesse and the cool regard that he'd held for the situation, replaced instead with the indomitable need to get off. The idea of coming down Izaya's throat, forcing the informant to take all he had to give turns him on like nothing else, so the fact that he hadn't gotten a chance at dat that ass wasn't too big a disappointment as it could have been.

"Very good..." Voice husky, he grins over at Psyche and gives him a playful wink. "Take good care of him, Psyche."