Canon? don't know her

You looked into his eyes, thought about telling him his eyes were pretty. But you just stared. He stared back. You considered that you might be falling in love. You thought you both might be falling in love. It felt fine. You felt ready to be fully enveloped in his arms. You pulled at his biceps.

“Hold me,” you said.

...

He did so, awkward on his knees between your legs. He pushed his bare chest against yours and slid his hands across your back until his arms were all around you, wedged between your body and the plush back of the chair. He peppered your cheek with feather-light kisses, then stopped. He snuggled against you and held you, nothing more.

You expected him to make some kind of move. To play with himself, to suck your neck, to hunch you, or pull you into a better position for sex, something. It perplexed you when he did nothing to indicate any expectations of sex.

“Are you… going to have sex with me?” you asked.

“If you wish,” he replied.

“Did you not want to… fuck me?” you asked.

“This isn't about what I want,” he said, “but of course I want to fuck you.”

“Then why aren't you-”

“You look satisfied.” he interrupted.

“I am, but-”

“Good. I will feel blessed if you stay satisfied,” he said, “but I don't expect you to. I can think of all kinds of things I would enjoy doing with your body, but I cannot stress enough that this really, truly is not about me. This is about you. Your wants, your needs, your satisfaction, your fulfillment- keeping you satiated is my only goal.”

“But that's so uneven,” you said.

“I will sleep tonight knowing better than that. You can take everything you want from me and I will still be in your debt. I'm not greedy enough to put a price on the peace of mind it takes to rest well,” he said.

“But I want you to get what you want. I want to see you getting what you want,” you said.

His breath rattled in his throat as he sighed.

“What I want is for you not to see how quickly I might come undone right now,” he said.

You looked naughty the second he said that.

“Oh no,” he said.

“Can I feel? Or do you want me to stop?” You asked.

You groped his cock through the fabric. He slipped the fabric down, exposing it.

“Yes. And yes,” he said, “but go on.”

His eyelids fluttered shut and his heavy breath rattled past your ear. His cockhead felt heavier, wetter, and hotter in your hand than you were prepared for.

You needed it.

“Condoms.” you said.

“As you wish,” he said as he rose to fulfill your request.

He pushed his pants down around his hips as he stood, and stepped out of them. He motioned for you to stay. As he walked away, you were able to see the way light painted every part of his naked body.

The light glinted off the shimmering wet tip that stuck out from him, leading his way, barely bobbing as he walked out of the room. Shadows bit into the V shaped cuts from his hips to his groin. Light and shadow combined forces to reveal more muscle and sinew in his legs than you'd dared imagined. You watched the workings of his ass and thighs as he walked away and realized that with all the power contained within those muscles, he could, and was probably about, to fuck you stupid.

He returned to the room holding the still-steaming kettle, used earlier to boil water for tea. He had a stack of towels in his arm, and a string of condoms dangled from his mouth. He set everything on the tea tray as he ripped open the perforated package with his teeth. His index finger and thumb found the edge of the condom within and rolled, feeling for its direction. He rolled it down on his cock in a swift fluid motion before returning to you.

You lifted yourself higher in the chair. He reached out as if to pick you up. You raised and tucked your legs expectantly as his hands went under you to grip the lowest part of your back. You shared a moment of intense, breathy eye contact as the tip of his heavy cock touched you. You were on the brink of telling him you needed to feel it inside you when he embedded himself within you.

He plunged himself all the way to the hilt as an unexpected groan, one that resonated like a cello scratched by a tiger, escaped him. He hung his head at a low, worrisome angle, so severe that you could see the knot of his bun as he rested the top of his head against your breast to hide his widened eyes from you. His rigid body petrified while inside you. You felt very full, very snug, and warm inside with his overheated motionless cock pressed within you. But after a single lengthy, shuddering breath, he swallowed, and shook his head.

“Oh,” he said with another lengthy breath, “oh that's not fair.”

The firm hands on your back unclenched. He would not look at you as he reached around you to the base of his cock. He pulled out carefully. When he stood up, you could see the well of the condom plump and filled full of his premature cum.

For a split second, you're simply frozen with thoughts running through your head, grimacing as if you had just broken something very expensive. Do I stay still and let him handle it? Do I say anything? Do I comfort him? OH MY GOD did i just *break* the grandmaster? Wow, it's kinda hot when his legs shake under him. Wait, why didn't I get to see his face!

His legs did shake beneath him as he stumbled away from you to pull off the spent condom and dispose of it. He washed up with a bit of scalding water and a tea towel, then reached for another condom with shaky hands. Curiosity quickly replaced your anxiety as you wondered what he was about to do with it. This condom also went on his cleaned cock, to replace the last one. This time, it took more than a few strokes to get the thing rolled all the way down the erect, but softening shaft. Once the bottom edge of the condom met the base of the shaft, his lips pursed. With one hand holding the desk for support, he held and squeezed the base of his shaft tight.

The faint but unmistakable wispy tinkling sound of cryomancy pulsed briefly in the room. He winced, hiccuped, and his legs faltered in that instance. He leaned heavily against the desk until he could regain his footing.

He seemed woozy as he turned to face you. As he strode toward you you could see how he directed his ice magic: At the base of his fleshy cock, an icy cockring cut all the way through the shaft. He turned a thin slice of himself at the base of his hard cock into solid ice, to constrict the bloodflow and remain erect.

“What did you do?” you blushed as you asked.

“Something uncomfortable. But I think you might appreciate the endurance that my discomfort affords me, if you'll forgive the interruption,” he asked.

“I could forgive the interruption if you hadn't hidden your face from me,” you said.

He dropped his head, a bit defeated, at your words. When he looked up again, his face looked beautiful and tired at once. You knew he didn't intend to disappoint you: when he thought he failed to please you, he hid his face from you during the peak of his failure. But now, the look on his face was one that sought your acceptance, your forgiveness, and your assistance.

“Hmm. You want to see my O face, do you?” he asked.

“...Yes,” you whispered, “I'm growing fond of you already.”

This caused him to pause. It also caused him to relax, to melt away some of the constant tension in his shoulders.

It wasn't just that you were growing fond of him. You wanted what he could offer you: a seamless transference of your affections, from a man that abandoned your clan, to a man whose presence in your life has been a constant.

Bi-Han kissed you apologetically.

“Reaching another orgasm will take some effort on my part. Let me attempt something if I may,” he said.

You nodded approval as he reached out to you.

He hooked an arm beneath your knees and lifted them over the arm of the chair, just to turn you over and gently lay you back down upon it crosswise, so that you found yourself bent over the arm of the chair with your hip bones hooked into the armrest, your ass in the air, your toes on the carpet, and your tits dangling against the wet spot you left in the seat. You certainly could not see his face from this position, but he could see your winking cunt, completely exposed and on offer.

The feeling of exposure gave you chillbumps of excitement, while the pressure of the arm of the chair against your bladder forced the sticky, velvety inner walls of your cunt to clamp down against each other. He ran his fingers along the backs of your thighs, kneaded open your cheeks, and teased the wet slit with the tip of his cock and the pads of his thumbs as he spoke.

“I want you here, with me. And I need you to stop thinking of running away. My vulnerabilities are not for disloyal eyes,” he asked.

His touch felt fantastic. You pressed yourself back and hunched against it. Your core flinched with each little huff.

“I'm loyal,” you mewled.

“I hope so. You are going to see everything of me that you asked to see.”

He trailed kisses up your spine, inching himself deeper into your hot cunt as he went. You closed your eyes. You knew why he chose to face you away from him, he wasn't ready for you to see him like this. You understood it to mean he felt vulnerable, not yet willing to look you in the face as he readied himself for you.

He switched his voice back to his raspy Kuai Liang mimicry to murmur praises in your ear.

“Don't take me too deep,” he said, mimicking Kuai Liang, “there's a shockingly cold surprise in store for you if you do.”

You held your breath. He sounded so good mimicking Kuai Liang, but your heart had started to want Bi-Han as himself.

“What if I don't want to pretend you're him anymore?” you asked.

You felt his teeth and lips and tongue against the back of your neck, chewing deep kisses into your spine.

“Then don't,” he purred in his own, rich gravelly voice.

You squirmed under him and slipped yourself open around his cock, demanding yet pleading out loud by whining the words “give it.”

He let himself sink into you, cock slipping deeper in your warm pussy.

Imagine he goes invisible while still normal Smoke sized while you're feelin' him up, then goes titan when you're stroking his invisible cock through the fabric. Just the sudden increase in thickness and weight and heft and it would be confusing af but uh....