Do you show me?

In the books he had read, a man confessed his love to a woman with beautiful words or a gift, or sometimes just by kissing his lover. Would it be okay if he did that too? After all, he has to tell his master how he feels.

"Yes, I'll do it tomorrow," he decided and fell asleep.

The next day Dai-Kun was looking for the right moment to talk to his master, but the day was just crazy. A group of elders arrived in the morning to receive the dragons, the Master fiddled with them until evening, not even having time to eat. Following him like a shadow, Dai-Kun was angry at the people who were taking up so much of his master's time, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Toward the end, after saying goodbye to his last guest, the Overlord felt soaked in sweat and dust. The day was hot and he headed to the lake for a swim. When he was alone, he threw off his clothes and, completely naked, stepped into the cold water, blissfully rejuvenating.

All the while, feeling a twinge of remorse, he was being watched by an agitated dragon. Hiding behind a tree, he covered his mouth with his hand again. At first, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to talk to a human, but he was wrong. Seeing a man with no clothes on turned out to be a very embarrassing experience, and excited him to an extreme degree.

He felt his cheeks blush, his palms sweat, and his manhood grew in size, resting painfully against the fabric of his clothes. But, driven by excruciating curiosity, he continued to follow the man, waiting for him to emerge from the water.

The Overlord dived several times and feeling quite refreshed, climbed ashore. The beauty of living near animals was that no one was embarrassed by anyone. Unfortunately, he had inadvertently forgotten about Dai-Kun, who was panting nearby in the shade of the trees from his overwhelming feelings.

Once on the shore, the man shook the excess water from his hair and stood for a while, blown by the light evening breeze. Enough to make Dai-Kun's nose bleed. He jerked from his seat and ran away, smearing red streams across his face.

The man heard movement in the woods and hurried to get dressed. He came home at a quiet pace and just caught the dragon washing the blood off his face. His face was still burning from running fast. Panicking a little, the man immediately forced the dragon into bed.

"What is it? Are you not feeling well? "he stared into the crimson face that Dai-Kun tried to hide in his hands.

"No," Dai-Kun couldn't look him in the face.

"But I can see you're not well. Do you have a fever? "The man leaned over and touched his forehead to Dai-Kun's. It made the dragon stop breathing and stare at him.

"You're a little hot," the man put his palm to his cheek, still cool from the bath.

Dai-Kun closed his eyes in relief, the cool hand was just right. The man noticed the remnants of blood and became even more agitated.

"Did your nose bleed? "He fetched a damp towel and began to gently wipe Dai-Kun's face. "If something hurts or bothers you, you have to tell me, okay? "he said, cleaning the man's face.

"It's all right..." Dai-Kun squeezed out.

"It's not all right at all, since you're bleeding. You stay in bed. I'll make some supper and come back. Is that alright? "The man stroked his hair affectionately with an expression of sincere tenderness in his eyes and left.

Dai-Kun averted his eyes from the receding figure. His head was still buzzing, and his clothes were painfully tight. He freed himself from his pants and lay on his side. The unpleasant sensation did not go away. As soon as he closed his eyes, the stirring image of the naked man on the shore surfaced in all its glory, for he remembered every detail of his delightful body.

Dai-Kun squeezed his eyes shut and tried to distract himself, enduring the discomfort and heat between his legs. He noticed that it was the thought of his master that was causing this aching sensation.

Squeezing his overexcited organ with force, Dai-Kun tried to remember if he had read about such things in books. He would have agonized for a long time, but help arrived.

The man thought Dai-Kun was asleep, so he quietly walked over to his bed. Then, however, he felt like falling through the ground. He saw that the man on the bed was not sick at all, but just... just very excited.

Mentally cursing, the man thought about fleeing, but what if the floor creaked? Then the situation would become even more awkward.

"Why didn't I foresee this?" He belatedly scolded himself: "I should have warned him that this was a possibility. I can't imagine what he could have seen to get so excited."

Once again, it was as if the man was drowning in a sea of awkwardness, and even getting ashore could not escape his embarrassment. Leaving Dai-Kun in this state might have been harmful to him, but telling him about ways to get a discharge seemed altogether beyond his sensitive nervous system.

Covered in sweat, he stood in indecision, risking detection. He had no such situations. All the living creatures around him were like children, so he had only once experienced awkwardness and excitement. It was the night Dai-Kun became human.

"Ahem," the man coughed slightly, not looking at Dai-Kun.

He flared up in surprise and pulled the blanket up to his eyebrows. The picture turned out rather nice, which defused the situation a bit. The man sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke.

"Um, listen..." he began in a slightly shaky voice, "a grown man should feel what you're feeling right now, it's normal. But..." the man hesitated, "you should take care of it to ease the discomfort."

The man blushed and looked away. Dai-Kun felt the blood pounding in his temples. He felt uncomfortable, but so did the man, it seemed. He pulled the blanket away from his face and noticed the treacherous dome between his legs.

"...how am I supposed to take care of this?" Stammering, he asked.

Rolling his eyes, the man grimaced and thought that running away was probably the best solution!

"You should... Mmmm... stroke, no... squeeze... oh," the man covered his face with his hands, completely embarrassed.

Dai-Kun felt embarrassed and, feeling guilty, wanted to help the man out of the awkward situation. But without thinking, he said the first thing that came into his head:

"Do you show me?"

The man's astonished look let him know that the request was outrageous, and Dai-Kun fell silent. While the awkward pause lingered, the man pulled himself together.

Using the mask of a caring older brother, he said:

"No one should touch your private parts without your permission. It is considered violence and is not welcome in a civilized society.

The dragon was silent, and the man did not know if he understood his words.

"And if I agree, it's okay?"

The man stopped breathing.

It's not okay, what kind of helping hand is that anyway, who would agree to such a thing?! The Overlord erupted within himself and wanted to finally run away from this insane dialogue and the situation itself, but Dai-Kun took him by the wrist.

His clear concerned gaze robbed the man of the strength to resist.

"This is not good," the man thought.

As they negotiated, the sun completely hid, and the room was plunged into darkness. With difficulty, the man could see the man's face, and his embarrassment slowly passed.

"I have to pretend I'm an ordinary doctor," he thought, putting on an innocent and impassive face.

"Okay," he decided, "once, because I forgot to tell you about it..."

The man pulled back the corner of the blanket. He still squeezed his eyes shut despite the gloom that enveloped them. He reached down carefully to touch the spot and was almost paralyzed with shame.

He overcame the uncertainty that held him back and began to free the beast from his underwear. It was indeed astonishing in size. He swallowed and thought that he would never bathe with Dai-Kun, for they could not be compared.

Determined, he wrapped his hand around the hot flesh and began to move his hand slowly, as if trying out new sensations. But for whom the sensations were truly new, it was Dai-Kun.

He lay motionless, as if facing imminent death, and stared unblinking at the dark ceiling.

The hand that moved so insistently up and down gave him excruciating pleasure. He grew more and more irritated and wanted the hand to move faster and harder, but he dared not even squeak.

Heavy, hoarse breathing sounded from the bed. The hand clutching his cock was quite tired and numb.

"What was I thinking!!! I don't have the strength to finish what I started!" the man realized in horror.

But it was not in his character to retreat. Since much shame had already been done, he felt that a little more would no longer be a disaster. He climbed deftly onto the bed, seated himself on top of his patient, and took up the task with both hands.

"The main thing is not to think about anything, tomorrow I won't remember anything, we'll forget everything, it was just a dream, an accident, I wasn't here, it wasn't me, I had nothing to do." From the mental effort, the man strained hard and squeezed his already wet cock with his hands. A groan was heard from the bed.

"Dai-Kun, don't make it worse!" the man mentally pleaded as he heard the involuntary sounds.

The man made an effort over himself and quickened his pace, realizing that he was bringing the denouement and the end of his torture closer.

Dai-Kun's heavy breathing and low moans drove him mad, preventing him from remaining dispassionate. As the hot fountain doused his hands, clothes, and even his neck, he acknowledged that it was impossible to remain impassive and pretend that nothing had happened.

The man pulled his stiffened hands away from his still hard cock with an effort and dropped them impotently in front of him. He, too, was breathing heavily and tired. He was ashamed and embarrassed...

At that very moment, Dai-Kun got up on the bed and, without warning, kissed the man right on the lips. He didn't see how the latter's eyes opened wide, and a wave of goosebumps went through his body.

"Thank you," the dragon breathed out into his face, and then he hugged him passionately with both arms against his chest.

The man's heart began to pound harder, and the Dai-Kun couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you," he apologized.

"It's all right..." the man said, releasing himself from his embrace, "I have to go... and you'd better wash up, too."