the flushed head of diluc's cock barely pokes out of his pale foreskin when he's hard. smooth except for a few dark blue veins, the thin membrane stretches around his girthy tip, the shape of its prominent ridge protruding from within. he hovers over you, thick red hair falling over his shoulders and pre drooling from his peekaboo tip when you reach down and guide him to your needy opening. "need you, luc," you breathe, making him twitch in your hand just before pushing inside.