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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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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.

Having entertained a vast array of clients (some of which insisted on paying him in the very same manner that Izaya was doing), the bit of rough treatment was something he could handle. Hell, it was something he expected, and he had the simple fact of being a part of Shizuo to thank for him not being in too much pain at each graze of Izaya's teeth. If anything the little flashes of pain only served to spur him on further.

"Good to see your mouth's good for something, huh, Iza-chan?"

It's a testament to his stamina that he's able to really last this long, but it probably wouldn't be to Izaya's benefit when all that pent up release finally erupted. The thought is enough to make him shudder a little, and, finally allowing Izaya a moment to breathe, he pulls his hips back just a bit to thrust gently on his tongue.

"C'mon, baby, open your mouth a little wider... I'll give you something good."

Izaya snapped his head back to get away from the overly saline-like taste and breath some relatively fresher air. His jaw was tired, his tongue was shot, and he surprised even himself how long he was able to endure that torture. On the other hand, Psyche certainly showed no signs of letting up, if the pained groans slipping past the informant's chapped lips were any indication of it.

"I'll... end you before you get that chance, Delic." With his knife on the floor with his jacket, though, that seemed unlikely. His speech was still a choppy mess thanks to Psyche's shoving him right back into Delic's hips, and the blond's erection rubbing against all parts of his face. Still, he manages a word or two in edgewise against his doppelganger.

"And you, Psyche... you're done for when we get back home."

If they returned home. The world might not fret over a missing Izaya Orihara and holding him hostage for personal pleasure began to hold some appeal. And if he lasted that long. Having started before Delic, Psyche's already anticipating his inevitable climax. Though he prides himself in having natural defenses over his instincts unlike certain blonds, this isn't something he can delay.

Psyche licks his lips wet and mimics a popping sound. It's a preemptive hint for the host but if Izaya realizes, well. There's nothing he can do about it anyway, a thought that brings a curl to his lips. This time he's in control of Izaya's better half. It was his body curling tight around Izaya's, ready to fill the informant up until he was full. And as nice as it would be to release simultaneously, he's not selfless enough to hold out for Delic.

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