"Always," Psyche jokes, voice an octave deeper than usual. Liek his voice, his gentle strokes slowly evolve into deeper, more demanding yanks. For both of them thrusting their arousals into Izaya, Psyche hadn't expected this quiet acceptance on Izaya's behalf, at least what appeared to Psyche as Izaya's acceptance. He spanks Izaya teasingly on the rump with a chirp, "Nnn! Iza-chan shouldn't be so quiet or we'll have to -- Ah! -- Or we'll have to get rough!"

Because clearly, if Izaya was quiet, he wasn't feeling it. Psyche was more than willing to resolve that. He nods at Delic, determined to proceed as he wants with or without his cooperation. After all, he told Izaya he'd make him feel good, right?