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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 sudden intrusion causes Izaya to flinch a bit, he being taken aback by such a transparent breach of his personal space. Pulling away seemed almost impossible as the fingers not only moisten but also adamantly keep his head in place.

So he sits still. His face relaxes, no longer contorting in anger. He begins to follow along with Delic's fingers and traces his tongue along their bony structures. It isn't sloppy or noisy, and that combined with his rather astute hearing allows him to take note of the wooden shuffle caused by Psyche to one of his sides. His hand grasps at the blond's wrist, loosely, pulling at it to move out just enough to have one fleshy tip rest on his canine. His lips make the motion to suck softly, one might think, but inside clamps down firmly on the soft-hard finger. It reddens, but is one millimeter away from not bleeding.

"But I can nibble, right?"

Psyche rolls off to rummage through Shizuo's nightstand for the lubricant. He can't imagine Shizuo hiding it anywhere too inconspicuous, being the impatient kind of guy that he is. Psyche restrains the urge to shout, "Found it!" out loud but holds it up triumphantly all the same.

By the time he bounces back on the mattress, Izaya's lips are pillowing Delic's knuckles and all Psyche knows is that a little flush of heat flares up in his cheeks. Unlike the treasure hunt for Shizuo's lube, this isn't something Psyche can keep quiet about. He shoves the bottle at Delic, hovering over Izaya's face and trying to find space to wedge his fingers in. It's difficult when Izaya is attempting to make snacks out of Delic's digits. "That's not fair! Me too!"

"That hurts, Iza-chan." You couldn't really tell, though, considering he's still grinning as cheekily as ever. Go figure.

The pressure on his finger is eased up somewhat when Psyche bounces into view and crams even more into Izaya's mouth without hesitation. The host arches a brow, considering Psyche for a moment... then leans over and plants a quick peck on his lips, more out of praise than anything else.

"I think he's good and ready, Psyche." He draws his own hand out of Izaya's mouth and smears the saliva experimentally between his fingertips. "What do you think?"

"The same goes for you," he mumbles. The strain on his jaw was alleviated someone as Delic removed his hand. Izaya's own hand moved to cradle the pained muscles and tendons. At least, that could be said for the side that Psyche wasn't still pressing against. Izaya never thought for a second to clamp down on any of his fingers; he wouldn't here the end of his incessant crying.

He struggles to get the words, "Ready for what?" out of his mouth. The lack of sight heightened his other senses. As quiet as that peck may have been, the sound alone caused Izaya to tense up. His brow was tightly scrunched again, though for what reason he didn't know.

Psyche can't help but giggle at the sudden kiss. It was surprising in itself but also how chaste. Before that moment, Psyche wasn't sure if Delic could even kiss without using tongue. But it's sweet and quick and over too soon. He slips his own hand out of Izaya's mouth and trails it up one of Delic's moist fingers. After carefully consideration, he claps his hands together excitedly and purrs, "I think so too!"

Izaya's reflexively straining doesn't go unnoticed either. Psyche momentarily dips toward Izaya, lips hovering just above Izaya's. If there's a perk about suppressing Izaya's eyesight, it's toying with him like this. "Jealous?"

While he's speaking, he stands up his fingers on the tips and walks them over Izaya's waist. He undoes the button of Izaya's pants, tilting his head toward Delic and nodding.

"Oh please. Don't tell me Shizuo-kun doesn't kiss you?" Delic gave a mock gasp, but he's already easing Izaya up onto his knees, careful not to pull him too far away from Psyche's hold. They had a schedule to keep, after all.

Upon seeing that Psyche has nearly worked Izaya's pants open, he slides his saliva-coated fingers around the brunet's waist and wastes no time in delving down underneath the fabric of his underwear. He finds the taut hole without difficulty but, rather than penetrate the brunet straight-away like he wants to, he instead presses in to the little ring just enough for Izaya to feel it.... before pulling away and roughly squeezing his ass.

The space between their bodies has considerably lessened and he takes complete advantage of that to ghost his lips over Izaya's cheek. Hot breath pants across the informant's face, lips parting and trailing over Izaya's nose, cheek, brow, forehead... purposely avoiding his mouth. And if he does, it's just fleeting, a barely there pressure that would undoubtedly leave the informant wanting more, especially since he chose that moment to suddenly plunge his middle finger inside of him up to the knuckle.

"What's here to be jealous of...? And please. I'd never kiss Shizu-chan." Not like that, anyway. That kind of affection was too cloyingly sweet, just like that idiot's taste in snacks, and Izaya swore to himself nothing would or could convince him to do that to anyone ever. It was childish.

Izaya became more irate as the both of them continue to toy with him. The fingers, coated with his own saliva as he soon realized, felt far cooler against his skin than expected. He was comfortable enough with Psyche's touch, but the brief and slight kisses that Delic was raining upon him were met grunts of disapproval. The first attempt by the host to enter him was met with little but a slight tremble of his spine, but the second shook him enough to almost collapse against them both. His teeth clenched, and against his will those muscles tightened noticeably enough.

"Relax." Psyche's not one to make a display of authority but it comes out nearly as a command. He gently tugs down Izaya's zipper and eases the pants and underwear lower. It's apparent that Izaya isn't about to relax anytime soon so he joins Delic with peppering sugary sweet kisses on the pale skin. He starts with a kiss just over his brow, careful not to pull Izaya's garments more than halfway down the thigh for risk of making the informant feel exposed. He returns his hand between Izaya's thighs, taking hold of the warm length and attempting to coax it upright in gentle, careful strokes.

The thought of those tight, hot muscles squeezing down on his dick is enough to make it jump in his boxers, but he's quick to compose himself and instead bends and flexes his finger experimentally. With the way things were going, though, Delic may be experiencing Izaya from the front instead of the back. He was not against letting Psyche get first dibs, but he was still a little wary of Izaya actually biting anything he could get his mouth on, so.... better Psyche got him nice and compliant first before Delic stuck his piece between the informant's lips. Right?

"Hey, Psyche," He presses lips to the column of Izaya's exposed throat and nips once in retribution. "Do you want the front or the back?"

Izaya recoils at Psyche's pecking, Delic's bite, everything. It hurts a lot more now, it feels more now. The slightest brush of a fingertip, a tongue, the sheets and he can't help but flinch. He's scared. He doesn't know what's happening to him, even though he can feel it. The way those fingers curl around him sweetly, kindly, gently. It makes him sick. He ignores the host's plotting even though he knows the other brunet will more than happily comply. All he can do is muster a barely audible plea.

"S-stop it, please..."

Or maybe not. Maybe they should just get their disgusting gratification out of the way.

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?