Well, there goes the last straw. Izaya is definitely choking on Delic, coughing against his cock and protesting very vehemently for both of them to stop. His teeth really were starting to graze against the sensitive skin in rebellion, not caring what end result would be. Meanwhile Psyche's strokes are making him harder with each motion, precome leaking and dropping unceremoniously onto the sheets. Arms have falling near limp, relinquishing control to them both as much as he didn't want to. He'd let them have their fun. For now.