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Graham:

Very, very, confused at first.

"What...? You... like my hands? Why?"

He's somewhere between the lines of feeling weirded out and curious. Maybe vaguely aroused, too since he never imagined himself being desirable to anyone.

When he's home alone, he might send you some pictures of his hands or videos while he works on a project. Just a video of his hands covered in motor oil. He doesn't know why it gets you going, but he doesn't judge.

He really starts caring for his hands and even buys a few rings or bracelets (and keeps them well hidden)

He won't send you videos of him masturbating since he's far, far too shy for it. He might send a pic of his hands after he just finished himself off, though. The most he could ever send is a very rare whimper audio since... yk, he lives with his family.

When it's you two alone, he will definitely run his hands all over you. His hands are so gentle, yet firm in their grasps. He'll run his hands between your thighs and observe your reactions.... he loves analyzing your body. He'll grope, fondle, stroke, anything and everything he could get his hands on while you squirm in his lap..

Kade:

All in for it! If it gets you off, it's worth trying!

He'll be slightly more shameless since, it's just pictures of his hands, no biggie. He won't do it in front of Cody because he doesn't want him anywhere near his private life. But if he snaps a picture, he doesn't care if his siblings heard the sound effect.

He won't get accessories, but he will send you lots of videos of his big, calloused, and veiny hands gripping heavy gears, smoothing out any fabric he's working with, and if you want him to send pictures, he can.

Loves sending you videos of him jerking off. He makes sure his hand is the star of the show just for you.

He loves groping you just because he likes making the veins on his hand pulse knowing how hard/wet it gets you.

Slowly sinks his fingers into you because he really wants you to feel every inch

"I dunno why you get so turned on by hands, but I love it."

Dani

Also caught off-guard by your confession since..... hands of all things? Then again, if people could have fetishes for feet, balloons, nurses, and more, maybe hands wasn't so out there.

She sends very "innocent" pictures that she knows would drive you insane. Think of a picture of her holding a cup of coffee, her in her gear holding something, or her saying "I got my nails done!"

Which, btw, she definitely started getting her nails done more. Which Kade questioned and she said she felt like it.

Depending on how deep into the relationship you are with her, she might send videos of her fingering herself. She'll make sure to separate her folds with her manicured fingers so you could really get a view.

Her hands are dainty, soft on the outside and rough in the palms, and manicured despite her duties. The things she does for you.

Sends videos of her running her hands all along her body... maybe even a few self-groping videos?

With you, she likes to place her hand on your thigh and squeeze it before saying "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Charlie

He isn't too stunned. He's been on the planet for years, he's old, he's dabbled in a few fetishes himself, it's whatever to him.

Similar to Kade, Chief's hands are big, calloused, and veiny. The only difference is, it's wrinkly.

He'll send you videos of him working on the paperwork, drinking a glass of whiskey, or on the more explicit nights, he'll send you a video of himself masturbating. You could hear his moans through the screen, only he's doing this all the way out in the middle of the ocean because he didn't want anyone to hear him.

He'll grope you, fondle you, and if you want, he can wrap his hands around your neck. But absolutely NO choking! He doesn't feel comfortable choking you!

If you're into it, he'd be willing to lightly smack your genitals. Very, very lightly, though.

If no one is home and you want to come over and sit on his lap while you suck on his fingers after he finished cumming, he's totally fine with it

“don’t you ever get bored of this? i mean seriously honey my legs are aching, i dunno how your jaw isn’t.”

it’s a typical tuesday afternoon for you and matt, and by that i mean he has been between your legs for the past hour and a half, eating you out like his life depends on it.

matt shakes his head at your question, only popping his head up long enough to say, “never,” before he’s right back at it. his lips close around your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moan, head falling back against the pillow as your hand reaches down to tug on his hair.

your hips shift slightly as you spread your legs wider, scooting further down on the bed and making yourself comfortable. you’re gonna be here a while.

matt had been giving you looks all night, cutting his eyes at you from across the table at the restaurant, huffing when you give nick your attention instead of him. but you weren’t sure what the cause was for his attitude, considering the very soft after-nap-sex you two had before coming here. he should’ve been satisfied enough to hold him off till after supper.

but when you stood up to walk to the restroom, he hopped up too, right on your tail the whole way there. once the door closed you didn’t even get to question matt before he was turning you around, bending you over the sink counter.

“matt!”

the brunette simply hummed in response, getting on his knees behind you and yanking your panties down, lifting your skirt and immediately diving in. you moaned, your head falling forward and almost bumping the mirror in front of you.

you grunted, “baby, someone could walk in. stop it.” your hand reached back till you felt the top of matt’s head, pushing him away with such little force, you knew he wasn’t buying it. the man just scoffed in response, his hands tightening around your hips.

before you knew it you were gasping, thighs shaking around matt’s head as your orgasm washed over you. matt continued licking at you, until you pushed his head again, putting some strength behind it this time. he whined but pulled away, tucking your panties into his pocket as he pulled your skirt back down.

matt turned you around, wiping his face clean before leaning in to kiss you. “sorry,” he mumbles, “coulda asked, i know. just needed it.” you simply hummed in response, knowing you’d never deny him.

honestly, it was a wonder matt got anything done lately. like right now, you were in bed with your laptop resting on your belly, typing out a report. whereas matt was underneath the blanket, head tucked between your thighs again. he wasn’t as overeager about it this time, instead he was giving slow soft licks to your cunt. every once in a while he’d suck on your soft bud, pressing a gentle kiss to your folds before licking through them again.

you felt matt’s head rest against your thigh, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, as he stopped his licking. instead his focus was on your clit, slowly sucking on the button as if it were a pacifier. you hummed, opening your mouth as if to speak, when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

“oh, hey,” chris spoke, peaking his head in, “where’s matt?”

you hesitated, knowing any lie you tried to come up with wouldn’t pass by his nosy little brother. “uhm,” you mumbled, “under the blanket?”

chris’ brows furrowed, his head tilting like a puppy, before his eyes drifted downward catching the outline of matt’s figure beneath the blanket. chris groaned, his hands flying up and dragging down his face.

“you two are so obnoxious i swear, tell matt that foods here whenever he’s done.”

your face was bright red as you nodded, telling chris that you’d let him know. when the door clicked shut your head fell back against the bed frame, embarrassment washing over you. “seriously matt,” you grunted, lifting the blanket up to fuss at the man who’d remained silent during the whole ordeal.

only to find that matt had fallen asleep, head tucked against your thigh, arms wrapped around your waist, his mouth still nursing your clit. you sighed, mumbling to yourself as you pulled the blanket back over him.

“gonna have to buy you a fucking pacifier.”

“ngh, fuck,” chris grunted, his hands scrambling to grab onto the headboard, “ ‘s so much, ah, please, mama.”

you just hummed in response, reaching forward and grabbing his hips to pull him back into your thrusts. “what’s a matter, baby, can’t take it?” you taunted him, speeding up your already fast pace, pressing the strap even further inside.

“n-no,” chris cried out, his hands gripping the headboard so tight his knuckles were turning white, “i can’t take it, it’s so big. y’u’re so big m’ma.” he slurred his words, eyes rolling back in his head as his orgasm drew nearer.

“hm,” you cooed, “gonna cum, sweet boy? you’re so close, huh?” one of your hands left its place on chris’ hip, moving upwards and grabbing the hair at the back of his head, snatching it so he’d be forced to look at you. “answer me.”

“uhhuh,” he moaned, tongue lolling out for a second, “ ‘m so close, gonna cum.”

you hummed, tilting your head as if thinking, before suddenly you stopped, hips firm against his ass, strap pressed as far as it could.

“no!” the boy yelped, his hands scrambling back to try and grab your hips, “please! lemme cum, mama, i’ve been good. been such a good boy, i have! please mommy i can’t.”

you watched silently as chris started to shake, sobs pouring from his lips as he begged to cum. you took pity on the poor boy, your hand letting go of his hair to grab his, squeezing it gently.

“shh, baby, it’s okay,” you cooed, “you can cum.” your hips sped up quickly, the hand on his hip squeezing tight enough to bruise. chris cried out immediately, his head burying into the pillow in and attempt to muffle his loud whines. you could vaguely hear the sound of his voice mumbling thank yous.

you watched as chris’ release took over his whole body, his hand squeezing yours, his thighs trembling, his jaw clenched as his teeth bit the pillow. finally, he relaxed, body seeping into the covers beneath him, and slowly, you slipped away.

“fuck,” chris huffed, barely audible with his mouth full, “th’nk you broke me.” you laughed as your hand carded through his hair, keeping him supported against your chest. “you did so good, honey,” you praised.

chris didn’t give a verbal response, but the consistent sucking against your tit started to slow to a stop, and you knew he’d fallen asleep. humming, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, pulling the blanket up over the both of you, “goodnight, chris.”

“ngh, fuck,” chris grunted, his hands scrambling to grab onto the headboard, “ ‘s so much, ah, please, mama.”

you just hummed in response, reaching forward and grabbing his hips to pull him back into your thrusts. “what’s a matter, baby, can’t take it?” you taunted him, speeding up your already fast pace, pressing the strap even further inside.

“n-no,” chris cried out, his hands gripping the headboard so tight his knuckles were turning white, “i can’t take it, it’s so big. y’u’re so big m’ma.” he slurred his words, eyes rolling back in his head as his orgasm drew nearer.

“hm,” you cooed, “gonna cum, sweet boy? you’re so close, huh?” one of your hands left its place on chris’ hip, moving upwards and grabbing the hair at the back of his head, snatching it so he’d be forced to look at you. “answer me.”

“uhhuh,” he moaned, tongue lolling out for a second, “ ‘m so close, gonna cum.”

you hummed, tilting your head as if thinking, before suddenly you stopped, hips firm against his ass, strap pressed as far as it could.

“no!” the boy yelped, his hands scrambling back to try and grab your hips, “please! lemme cum, mama, i’ve been good. been such a good boy, i have! please mommy i can’t.”

you watched silently as chris started to shake, sobs pouring from his lips as he begged to cum. you took pity on the poor boy, your hand letting go of his hair to grab his, squeezing it gently.

“shh, baby, it’s okay,” you cooed, “you can cum.” your hips sped up quickly, the hand on his hip squeezing tight enough to bruise. chris cried out immediately, his head burying into the pillow in and attempt to muffle his loud whines. you could vaguely hear the sound of his voice mumbling thank yous.

you watched as chris’ release took over his whole body, his hand squeezing yours, his thighs trembling, his jaw clenched as his teeth bit the pillow. finally, he relaxed, body seeping into the covers beneath him, and slowly, you slipped away.

“fuck,” chris huffed, barely audible with his mouth full, “th’nk you broke me.” you laughed as your hand carded through his hair, keeping him supported against your chest. “you did so good, honey,” you praised.

chris didn’t give a verbal response, but the consistent sucking against your tit started to slow to a stop, and you knew he’d fallen asleep. humming, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, pulling the blanket up over the both of you, “goodnight, chris.”