There is an involuntary shift of his hips into Psyche's hand. It's a small motion, but it's enough to push both of them further inside his body. Izaya lets out a muffled grumble against Delic's length, trying to do what breathing he can through his nose. He wants to pull away, but he's pinned into place by their weigh. "Take good care of him" does not bode well as a statement in his eyes, and even with his double's normally tolerable attitude, Izaya fears what could happen next.