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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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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.