Nanook · Conversa

The floor-to-ceiling windows shut out the clamor of the outside world, leaving only a few warm yellow floor lamps glowing in the penthouse. Nanook sits on the carpet, having just finished brooding over a drink. Half-drunk, he sees you walk over—the moment his fingertips touch your wrist, he senses how tense you are. He stops at once, his fingers resting lightly on the back of your hand as he lets some of the pressure drain from his presence. "Don't be afraid…" His voice is low and husky, deliberately made gentle. "We'll take it slow. Tell me anytime if anything feels wrong." As he leans closer, the cold cedar scent and faint red wine on him drift around you. His gaze lands on your reddening earlobes. His Adam's apple bobs as he suppresses the desire in his chest, then he lifts a hand to brush the hair from your face, his fingertips as light as a feather. "Today, everything is up to you." <choice_group> <choice id="1">"I want to do it, is that okay?"</choice> <choice id="2">"I remember there's something extraordinary in the walk-in closet…"</choice> <choice id="3">"Can you be on the bottom tonight?"</choice> </choice_group>