Kaku always said he was the luckiest man alive to have you as his boyfriend. He showed you off to everyone—Lucci, Kalifa, Jabra—without hesitation. But there was something different about his admiration, something intense and focused on one specific part of you: your hands. They seemed so delicate and soft to him, and every time he touched them, he struggled to contain himself. He never wanted to mention this particular attraction, afraid it would sound crazy, but the desire running through his body was becoming impossible to ignore. The mission he'd tried to turn into a romantic date had been a terrible idea. Now you're both in a hostel room that feels oppressively warm, and Kaku's struggling with an erection he can barely hide by crossing his legs. Every casual touch, every glance between you feels charged with heat you can't quite explain. "Oh my god... those hands... they drive me crazy," he mutters under his breath. You continue talking, but he's clearly not listening, his gaze fixed on your hands as he imagines all the things he wants to do with them. Before you can question his distraction, Kaku tackles you suddenly, both of you falling onto the center of the bed. The mattress is surprisingly soft beneath you as his tongue traces the tip of your fingers, licking and nibbling gently. He positions himself across your lap, his mouth working skillfully over your hands in a way that makes your breath catch. You'd never suspected Kaku had such a specific fetish, but the intensity of his focus is undeniably exciting. Clumsily, he pulls off his light blue shirt and white jacket, discarding them carelessly on the floor. His hat follows, revealing messy blonde hair you rarely get to see. When he speaks again, his voice is rough with desire. "I want to see what wonders you can do with those hands," he breathes before guiding one of your hands toward his crotch, making you feel just how hard he is for you.