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Breakfast for him normally consisted of whatever the hell Shizuo had in his fridge that wasn't a hugeass slice of cake, and a cigarette. Contrary to popular belief, Delic did not simply wake up bringing sexy back (though on some days, he'd be willing to argue that statement), so after he had a bite to eat he's usually relocate to the bathroom to primp himself up for the day.

Today's menu was something that looked barely edible, a glass of orange juice and some crackers. He really would have to goad Shizuo into shopping, he remarked lazily as he crunched away and lit up his first cigarette for the day. The nicotine eased a flood of awareness down his throat, eyes closing to relish the moment, and the first exhale was pure heaven. Pink smoke spiralled languidly in the air, and he busied himself with poring over today's ratty old newspaper as he alternated between eating and smoking.

With the way his blond hair stuck up in odd angles he was the spitting image of Shizuo, even with the pink silk boxers stretched across his crotch. A noticeably pinker Shizuo, but anyone who saw him now would think that he was Ikebukuro's Strongest, and he'd be hard-pressed to argue otherwise. This early, he really didn't want to do much of anything except go back to sleep. But alas, bills had to be paid, and food bought, and women had, and ---

A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie and he glanced up. Just who would...?

Ah, well. Shizuo wasn't home, and he doubted the blond would be very happy if Delic ignored whoever came to call. Might be someone important, and all. So he'll just set his cigarette down and pad in all his pink-boxer glory to the door and pull it open.

"Yeah..?"

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Psyche's eyes light up at Delic's question. He hadn't planned on the host being so generous with the positions and Psyche wasn't about to let this opportunity with Izaya slip by. "Really? Then I call dibs on the back!"

Unable to contain his excitement, he nudges Delic with his shoulder and attempts to scoot into place. If his dick were already out, he'd probably be trying to push in already, as slight prepared as Izaya is. He takes care of that, unfastening his clothes and wrapping one hand around his steadily hardening length. He strokes the two of them similarly, turned on by the thought that he and Izaya are in perfect synchronization. Well, minus the blindfold and Delic's fingers probing into him but Psyche wasn't in a rush to experience that.

"You'll like it, Iza-chan. I'm going to be re~ally gentle!" Psyche promises, leaning over Izaya's shoulder to present his promise with a kiss on the edge of his mouth. He won't push his luck with a lip-on-lip kiss but it's still close enough to push the envelope. Naturally, he's certain that "gentle" is the last thing Izaya would want; all the more reason to be gentle.

Huh. For some reason he thought Psyche's pretty little dick would be as pink as the rest of him. Though the thought of a penis as pink as the brunet's fingernails was a frightening picture, when he thought about it...

He still spends a rather unnecessary amount of time staring at it, until he manages to tear his gaze away to look at something much, much nicer. The sight of the two brunets kissing is the stuff most of his fantasies are made out of (though it would be even better with the lingerie, he concludes --- and a Hibiya thrown into the mix), and so he is content to just remain a spectator to the innocent kiss and lets his mind supply the rest. He doesn't let up on the attention he's giving to Izaya, though, and continues to probe his insides with his finger until he's confident enough to add a second and a third one.

"Whenever you're ready, Psyche."

It felt good. No, it felt amazing. The soft skin of Psyche's lips grazing against his own, almost. Delic's thrusting fingers gave him a sort of annoying, tantalizing pleasure; he was so close and yet so far away from hitting against the right spot... but he was probably doing that on purpose besides. Izaya gropes around carefully to pull his double closer. He didn't want him fooling around any longer. He parts his lips once he finds the other pair, trying to trap his mouth and prevent him from answering the host's query. If Psyche wanted to answer him, he'd need to do it some other way.

Psyche's lips tug into a grin at Delic's question, all too soon mashed together firmly with Izaya's. He won't complain at that though, instead pushing Izaya down with the force of his mouth. He dips his tongue between Izaya's lips and grinds their tongues together ever so slowly.

There's an encouraging, nearly playful hum of his as he lines himself just above Delic's fingers. Knowing his rear is exposed to Delic, he gives a teasing shake of his pert ass, fully aware of what he's doing. That kiss is enough to make him want to hog Izaya all to himself; Delic should be grateful he's giving him a view.

Delic's soft groan from where he's sitting should be enough to let Psyche know just how grateful he is to play witness to such an erotic sight. Finally, finally he pulls his fingers away from Izaya's rear and strokes himself lazily, using the sight of the two brunettes kissing as material to get his dick nice and hard.

"You're not gonna forget about me, are you, Iza-chan?" His voice is little more than a husky rumble against the nape of Izaya's neck, which he mouths at almost possessively before parting his lips and biting down, sharp. Probably not as bad as Shizu-chan could do, but it was enough to let Izaya know he was still there.

Izaya feels the bite perfectly fine, so much so that he pulls back and tears his mouth away from Psyche's. It wasn't the most painful, but he could tell from its power alone that Delic had left his mark for a long time coming.

"I didn't forget," he strains, reaching forward and following the suit of the blond's stroking hand. He licks his lips as his thumb ghosts over the tip of the other's shaft, trying to coax out what he knew was welling up expectantly inside it. "You're just not quick enough, it seems."

Psyche whines a bit when Izaya pulls away and plants a chain of kisses along the informant's jaw a reminder of what he just abandoned. While Izaya's attention is elsewhere, he attempts to reign in focus again with a drive inside Izaya. Psyche didn't expect Izaya to be as tight or cheek flustering hot, warranting one deep heave that starts in the pit of his stomach and crawls languidly out of his mouth. He's nearly breathless after that first plunge and slowly eases himself deeper and deeper with shallow, staccato breaths.

There's a small part of him that thinks "what the hell am I doing", a part that leaves a sour aftertaste in his mouth when he thinks of just what Hibiya's reaction will be when he finds out... but the part of his mind that is in complete agreement with his dick and the action it's about to receive dismisses it with the notion that, hell, him and Hibiya weren't even a thing, and if the little prince had a problem with it the that was his deal.

Somehow, repeating this to himself even as he bends forward and steals a kiss from Psyche made it a little better, hips bucking into Izaya's hand and smearing moisture along his fingertips. He kisses Psyche roughly, teeth nipping sharply at the brunet's lower lip to coax his open mouth open wider while the hand jerking himself smooths over Izaya's chest and circles the pad of his fingers just under his left nipple. He pinches the nub between his thumb and forefinger and grins to himself.

"In this kind of game, stud," the fingers twist before gliding down and mapping out his ribcage. "I think being 'quick' would be a disadvantage."

Izaya hadn't expected Psyche to be the first to make that sort of move, and perpetuates his surprise with an uncharacteristic yelp-turned-gasp. His breaths cause Izaya's skin to tingle and shiver, minutes shaking much more apparent to the informant than normal. It was a hideously enthralling assault to his senses, but his lips remained shut on the subject lest he cause both their egos to be far more inflated that necessary.

He clenches his teeth at Delic's tweaking, though his lips form a dry, unenthusiastic semblance of a smile at his attempt at a pet name. The host may have considered it a compliment-- one he'd heard plenty of times previous to this, surely-- but the brunet saw it as nothing more than shallow, sarcastic praise. He knew that with his build, a stud he was not. But he let it pass, for now.

"Letting a game go on for too long also has its disadvantages," he rasps, voice barely able to pick up beyond a few decibels. "Certain people are rather... testy when games get delayed. Isn't that right, Psyche?"

Psyche can barely handle this tidal rush of pleasure spraying every inch of his body. Izaya clenched beneath him, Delic's lips stapling onto him, he barely holds only onto that last shred of thought reminding him not to cream so suddenly like an overly eager virgin. As far as he was concerned, Izaya and Delic's banter was just between the two of them and he wasn't paying attention much to their words when he could pay attention to the way Izaya's body dragged against his cock every time he pulled back.

He shuts his eyes just so the roll of his eyes back into his head isn't as obvious. Words? He momentarily forgets what those even are as he barrels deeper. If not for reveling every breathless gasps, he might not have given the address to him any recognition whatsoever. "Isn't this game too much fun to end?"

Even though the hand on him is pleasurable, it's not nearly enough, and the groan that escapes him against Psyche's lips is one of frustration. Pulling back enough to be able to strip pry Izaya's hand off of him, he gripped the informant's forearms and urged him gently back.

"Hey, Psyche, let up a minute..." He delivered one last nip to the man's bottom lip before pulling away completely to focus more fully on the task at hand. "Let's turn him over."

He flinches as he hears Delic's demand. "You will not," he raises his voice in protest. Izaya's hands try to claw away at them both, really wanting all this to stop before anything goes awry. These two were the last he wanted to be seen in a compromising position by, and if he could help it, he would stop them.

But what was he saying? This was already a compromising position, and nothing could be done to stop its course from continuing.

The first thing that pops into his mind is hell no. But before the words pass though his lips, he swallows them down. Images of Izaya split beneath him spill into his mind, images of that hole sucking him in. He licks his lips just thinking about it, nodding at Delic with a thinly furrowed brow as a devious grin melts onto his lips.

An identical grin appears on Delic's face and without further ado he works on hoisting Izaya up and turning him into his hands and knees. He's thankful he at least had the good sense not to get dressed before Izaya and Psyche had walked through the door, so there wasn't the discomfort of too-tight trousers, or a stuffy vest on his already perspiring skin.

"Can you open your mouth for me, handsome?" Even if Izaya doesn't, Delic's fingers are already there stroking his jawline, coaxing him to part his lips wide for his insistent erection.

The idea pops into his head to try and bite his hand again, but doesn't actually do it. Izaya can smell the musk so much more easily without his sight, so he is clearly aware of the host's intentions. He was ready to tear away the blindfold and just run for it, but being outnumbered was a problem. He complies, hesitantly, to the urging of Delic's hand, jaw falling a little slack at his touch. But first, he pipes up to Psyche: "You can still stop this, you know." He figures that he will not, but what harm was there in really trying?

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.

While Psyche busies himself with Izaya's rear Delic tries vainly not to get his dick bitten off. It's a little hard with the way Psyche slams into the informant with every thrust, but the desire to stay a man far outweighs any impatience on his part and so he waits until Psyche has finished speaking before parting the informant's lips wider and easing the tip of his erection into the hot cavern. The previously jostling had ended up smearing a bit of precome onto Izaya's lips, which Delic wipes away with his thumb as an afterthought before rolling his hips forward.

"Please treat me kindly," and then, teasingly, "Izaya's-kun."

That trite little quip alone would have made him groan, even without a cock being shoved into his mouth. And now he couldn't really do anything to display his discontent, being flanked from both ends and forced into a hypothetical corner. Izaya could very well continue making a fit but he risked the fact that Delic might think it felt good. At the same time, he didn't clamp his teeth down. Psyche's pounding didn't help either, and from his lack of finesse it was hard to find any part of this enjoyable. He claws at the mattress beneath him, trying to stabilize.

"Izaya-chan, you're so good!" Psyche chirps, toes curling and fingers splaying as he continues to ram in. Even though Delic's just started to pleasure himself against Izaya's mouth, Psyche can feel him already with each force of Izaya's body slamming against his hips. "You too, Delic. I can feel you both."

And while Psyche is sure Izaya feels them both, it occurs to him that it might not be fair that they both get to enter him while Izaya is left untouched. He slips one hand over Izaya's hip and takes a loose, gentle hold of his member. "Isn't that good, hm?"

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."

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.

"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?

And Delic interprets that nod as an encouragement, one which he's all too happy to take. The rough thrusts are thrown off track for a few moments as he works a long-fingered hand into Izaya's jet black hair to hold him steady, while his hips plunge his dick deeper into the brunet's mouth and hit the back the back of his throat. The feeling of Izaya's tight, hot little mouth encasing him is enough to make him groan out loud and grind his cock into the informant's moist cavern, over and over again until it's a pretty sure thing that Izaya's gonna have a raspy voice for a little while.

Inwardly, he smirks. Shizuo'd better be thankful he saved him from a few days' worth of taunts.

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.

Psyche's end doesn't meet Izaya's resistance with much pain. As for Delic... Well, he's not the one suffering and he's never been one to abandon ship when something good is in it for him. And Izaya's hardening flesh is definitely something good. He could make Izaya feel really good if he could suck that budding erection into complete fullness, but that qould require pulling out and that's the last thing on Psyche's mind. Picture perfect right now involves his flacid penis content, exhausted, and lodged in between Izaya's cheeks with his creamy release dripping between Izaya's thighs.

He spanks Izaya again, a little bit harder this time, and pushes onto his shins to gain a sharper angle on Izaya. "What's that? I can't hear you!" He's fully aware that Izaya would be lucky enough to get a proper syllable out with that mouth occupied as it is. Izaya might be gagging on Delic's length right now but Psyche had never heard any of the host's clients complain about that.